Killian's Point Of ViewSheila had been missing for hours, and no one had seen her leave the castle, but that was all over when Allen mind-linked me, informing me that my mate, Sheila, had been found."Mate has returned," Ryker said. I could feel him growl in excitement. It was a great relief that she was found. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't been found, or worse, if something bad had happened to her. I immediately rushed to meet her.There she stood. She looked really tired and her brown hair was a mess, but she looked pretty. I felt the urge to pull her in for a long hug, but those thoughts completely went up in flames as soon as I saw who her companion was. It was Morgan. My little brotherHe has returned, but why? And most importantly, what in hell was he doing with my mate? A surge of anger took over me as I walked towards both of them, my gaze unmoved from Morgan."Hello brother, miss me?" He spoke with a smirk plastered on his face. For reasons I really wish
Sheila's point of viewThe next morning, I was already awake, and the feeling of Killian's body still lingered on my skin. I still couldn't move past that moment, I hated the inevitable truth that as much as I hated the insane fact that Killian affected me, shamelessly, I craved more of his touches.I sighed, embarrassed by my thoughts.I have been locked in my room since I was led back by that traitor known as Morgan. To be honest, this wasn't what I expected to happen to me when I was caught; normally, it was considered a heinous crime for a Luna to flee, abandoning her pack and mate, but thankfully, I wasn't even locked up in the dungeon or severely punished.That's a relief.My door knob clicked open, causing me to jump up from bed at light speed. I watched the door open, leading me to Ria, my best friend."Sheila," she said, with a streak of concern evident in her voice as her chocolate brown eyes shimmered."Ria," I called after her, standing up as we met for a long hug."You ga
Sheila's point of viewI stepped out of the castle into the morning sunrise, its warmth seeping into my body. I was with Brielle, waiting for Morgan before joining the others at the stable. Morgan joined us soon enough, and the three of us gaited to the stables.Many of the pack members were already on their horses. My eyes scanned around and they fell on Killian. He was as usual with Thea, helping her on her horse. I wanted to look away before he caught me staring, but instantly, his perfect amber eyes met mine.Quickly, I looked away.Honestly, I've been avoiding him, and so has he. But I have grown used to that, especially with Morgan's company. He's been literally a good friend to me. I wonder why Killian doesn't get along with him.That doesn't surprise me though. Killian never gets along with anybody. The only person he ever seems to crack a smile around is that whore. Just at the thought of that, I felt a nagging pain in my head. I've gotten quite used to the pain already, and
Sheila's point of viewThis is really bad.Killian's angry eyes were on me, showing nothing but hate and utter disbelief.I watched in confusion and horror as Mason approached Killian with the crossbow and arrow.Killian's unfeeling eyes were on me again, after he inspected the arrow with the one in his hands."It's poisoned," he said, with hooded eyes."And those don't belong to me. It belongs to someone else. A man. He had his face covered, so I couldn't see his face properly. I walked in on him while he was shooting this—" I dragged on, my heartbeat skyrocketing when I noticed the incredulous look everyone seemed to be throwing my way.They couldn't possibly think I would really murder Killian, right? I mean, with Thea, that might have been a possibility, but with Killian, I would never."Even though I couldn't see the face of whoever shot that, he had the crescent mark on his wrist," I finished, but Killian's cold gaze was filled with a rotten glare.His fine lips pressed against
Sheila's point of viewI was left alone in my chamber, crippling to the floor. The door suddenly clicked open, I lifted my head up to find Morgan at the door. The tears that I had imprisoned rushed out forcefully, before I could stop myself, I was up on my feet racing to him. Instantly falling into his arms.Morgan engulfed me, his hands holding me firmly, as more tears escaped my eyes.When I got much control of my emotions, my blue eyes pulled to meet him."I really didn't do it…" I counted my words, hoping someone at least believes me.Morgan remained silent, his silence shattering my heart. He was the only one I had hope in.Quietly, he led me to my bed. I was seated and Morgan crouched before me. His bright emerald green irises were indecipherable just like his brother.Morgan picked my trembling hands in his, holding my stare seriously. "Tell me everything that happened," he said, pausing. "Every single detail Sheila."I held onto his hands like I was holding on to my life. I re
Killian's point of viewI just couldn't sit still. Ryker was lashing within me, wanting to be set free, wanting to be with our mate. But I just couldn't let it go. Now is the worst time for that. The dark pain in my chest kept on intensifying. I groaned in frustration, thrashing everything that stood on my table.My mind couldn't take any of this. My rough hands were tugging at my hair tightly as I shut my eyes tightly. Everything is a complete mess right now. Every second of those last hours played over and over again in my head. And I felt constant pain in my chest. Sheila was in serious trouble.Why on earth did it have to be her?The same question that had lingered in my thoughts echoed again.I would be lying if I said I didn't believe her. Hell, I believed everything she said. But the court couldn't. Somehow, they thought only the worst of her, and being Lucius Callaso's daughter didn't help her case. Sheila could be anything but a murderer. That was something those beautiful, y
Sheila's point of view I have been in my chamber for a day now. Ria and Brielle kept updating me on everything that was happening in the court. So far, no decision has been made. That was good to know, but so far there's been no way of proving my innocence. No way at all. And as the seconds ticked by, I couldn't help getting nervous. There was a quick knock on the door, I sent my eyes up and Brielle stepped in. She held an uneasy look on her face, which only scared me more. "It's time." She said, and I pulled up from the bed, flattening my dress. "Everyone has gathered at the court already." I took in sharp breaths. I have been called upon by the Pack's court for my trial. Brielle told me that Killian had insisted on it. For someone who didn't believe me, I was still grateful to him. It gave us some time to find the person who those weapons belonged to. I followed Brielle out of my room to the castle court. It was full with every ranking wolf in the Crescent North Pack present, eve
Sheila's point of viewI was walking the familiar, yet unusual, path to Valarie's very own spell room. I stopped in front of the odd-looking door without any doorknob or means to pull it open. I held my hand up in the air to knock at it when it pulled open with force. And standing a few inches away from me was Valarie. Her dark purple eyes fell on me, her lips twitching into a small smile as if she was expecting me."Come in, I was told you are in need of my help," she said, a little warmer than I had expected since our last meeting when she kept staring at me strangely.I followed Valerie in, glancing at the large room. She was alone, as usual. "Yes, I am in need of your help, and right now, you are the only one that can help me."She halted beside the large circular table, making me stop in my tracks as well.Today, she wasn't wearing her usual black cloak; instead, she had a purple dress that complimented her eyes just fine."Alright, what is it?" She asked, watching me closely. I
Sheila's point of viewI adjusted the little bundle of joy in my arms, feeling his tiny warmth against my body. He was simply beautiful, sleeping peacefully in my arms as I fiddled with his baby fingers.My lips curled into a small smile, and for a second, I couldn't hide the elation that swirled within my chest just looking at his adorable little face. Slowly, I walked to the beautiful wooden cradle and gently placed Wren in it.Staring at his beautiful face, I couldn't stop my mind from thinking about my dreams that had been constant for a week now. At first, it confused me, because even after the war and everything, some things had still not made sense to me. Like the visions I had seen from Amelie's crystal ball. She had been lucid with her words that my choice would decide whatever future was to come.At first, I had thought my death would be the way out to save everyone I loved and ensure a future where everyone survived. But it wasn't supposed to be so, my death would have ruin
Killian's point of viewI held Sheila's body in my arms. She was fucking cold, and her heartbeat was getting slower by the second. I clutched her tightly to myself, my amber eyes moving up ahead to where Zeriyah, Valerie, Lorenzo, Zena, Gwen, and the few witches that didn't join the war at the Council were. They were all moving as fast as they could, trying to get everything needed for the ritual in order.My amber eyes drifted off to Leonardo who was with Vladimir's unconscious body not far from us. I sighed, bringing my gaze back to the binding around Sheila's neck. Zeriyah said it was to buy us enough time to get ready for the ritual and slow the dark magic from completely taking control of Sheila. We needed Sheila to be in control for this to work. My eyes rounded when I noticed that the silver binding around Sheila's neck had begun to melt. She was fucking cold, and yet the silver brace was melting."The silver is melting," I said quickly, and Lorenzo hastened to my side."Her ma
Killian's point of viewFrom the top mountains, we could already see the troop of warriors from Vladimir's army roar their way into North Central. I heaved a deep sigh, holding tightly onto my horse's reins, feeling my blood turn dreadfully cold. This was it. The time we battle for our lives, and either win against fate or lose.My deep, worried amber eyes lifted to the dark sky, and the giant full moon in it. Sheila has escaped, and right now, almost half of the Council's army were searching for her. They were all scared, believing the darkness had taken full control of the vessel.I sighed again, wishing that wasn't the case and I hoped Valerie and Lorenzo were having better luck than we were. Zeriyah had called for them urgently, requesting their presence immediately. It had something to do with Shota's magic. I wanted to be there as well, but Sheila was still missing, and we had to find her, hopefully before the war ended and the full moon turned red.I took in a long breath, gla
Sheila's point of viewI had no way of knowing exactly how many hours had gone by since my mother's spell room was located underground in the castle. But I knew with the long, torturous hours that had wandered by, it had to be dusk by now.I inhaled, resting against the wooden frame of the bed. Killian still hasn't returned, and I haven't seen Kaiser nor Valerie since I had woken up. The only people that had wandered around were Lorenzo and Zena when they came to fetch my blood, and I could feel Leonardo's presence behind those doors, but he couldn't muster the strength to face me again.I closed my eyes, and tears rolled out. They never stopped coming, even so now that I could feel the end was near. I had made a choice already, one Killian would never forgive me for, but I would never forgive myself, knowing I was the cause of so many deaths including my family. I had chosen to just let go. To stop fighting, to stop trying, and for once accept my fate.I burst out in tears; I couldn'
Sheila's point of viewI couldn't stop groaning in pain. This time, the pain came from everywhere, tearing me up inside. I groaned again, curling up against a warm softness. My head felt lightheaded, my eyelashes felt so heavy to pull open, my bones aching against their joints, and my energy completely drained.With so much effort, I pushed my eyes open, fluttering them consistently to keep my vision clear and steady for a second. The instant I got a clear view of the blank air, memories of my conversation with Amelie flooded my mind mercilessly, all at once, that caused my breathing to become rough and erratic and the tears from the deep sadness I felt drowned my blue ocean gaze and I couldn't stop it as I was reminded of my reality. I was the end for everyone and the war was in two days. I had to tell everyone.I tried to pull myself up but I couldn't, it was then I took notice of my surroundings. I was on a bed, but the last thing I remembered was leaving the Council, and then, the
Sheila's point of viewI screamed back to reality, jerking away from Amelie and her black crystal ball. My eyes were completely blurry with tears, and they never stopped rushing down.It couldn't be. I shook my head, as my teary gaze met with Amelie's dark hooded ones. She was staring at me with tears in her eyes as well."It can't be me. I would have known," I couldn't stop shaking my head, as more tears rushed down. I had wanted desperately to know exactly what was wrong with me. I had even considered this possibility, but now it was difficult to believe that I would be the end of every one. I killed poor Cora, and everyone was next.Amelie inhaled deeply, also in tears. She shook her head gently. "Everyone has a part to play," she muttered, slowly. "The end for everyone is coming with the war. In two days. You can destroy us all, and save us as well. Be prepared to make a choice, Sheila, and do what you must.""What choice, Amelie?" My broken voice sounded in a whisper."You will k
Sheila's point of view"Hello! My name is Sheila. Welcome to the Crescent North Pack," I said with a warm smile, holding out my hand to the new family that just arrived at the pack. "You must be exhausted, so I'll take you straight to your chambers, so you'll get settled in," They were part of the survivors from the West regions that were forced into hiding when Vladimir began to make attacks on the regions.These last few days, the pack had opened its territories to anyone needing refuge during the war. We had no idea how or when the war would be, but we were ready.I led them to one of the vacant quarters near the Packhouse. I showed them to their chambers and helped them settle in, before leaving.I kept catching Killian staring at me, now and then. He hasn't left the Pack today. He's been training with the warriors from our pack and the Grey Wolf pack, but I knew he was only keeping an eye on me and that was beyond frustrating.Even with the few tasks I had been using to try to ke
Killian's point of view"No, fucking no," I was completely still, unable to move, think, or breathe. "Sheila can't be the vessel," I muttered. Hearing the words leave my lips, I realized how badly I had hoped this wasn't the case. I had hoped this was just one of those silly thoughts.I watched as Lorenzo slowly fell on a chair; his hands clasped firmly against each other."How can you be so sure?" I moved closer to him."I did the spell over and over again. Sheila's blood has an anomaly, Killian. It's tainted with dark magic," Lorenzo spoke slowly and his every word was like a stab to my chest."No, Lorenzo. Sheila cannot be the vessel. She can't be. It's not possible, she's a fucking white wolf!" I leaned on the table for support, gazing deep into Lorenzo's eyes."I don't know how it happened, but that darkness has been in Sheila all this time, and it managed to stay hidden. Sheila has been the one preparing for the blood ritual."I groaned internally at the pain that tore through m
Sheila's point of viewI still haven't recovered from the shock from earlier when I was at the Council. The dagger had burned me. But why?Adie came up with the umpteenth reason why, but none of it made sense why the dagger burnt me. I plopped down on the bed in Killian's chamber. I had left the Council and came back home to prepare for the ritual tonight. Even though deep down, I knew that was just a lie, and I could tell Valerie suspected it. At that time, I just wanted to leave that place.My eyes shifted to the darkness already lurking outside the window. I should be on my way to the Council now, but all of a sudden, I didn't want to. I didn't understand my sudden fears these days, it was so unlike me, but I had to admit. I felt so frightened deep down, and I had no idea why. I just didn't want to go for the ritual all of a sudden.Maybe Killian was right. Maybe I needed some rest.I contemplated going to Lorenzo, but I knew the spell he was working on wouldn't be completed by now