Rather than returning to her room, Waverly made her way down the basement staircase through the familiar hallways. She passed each room before landing on the final room, which consisted of a wooden door frame and a stained-glass middle. She turned the doorknob, which opened immediately, and walked inside. As soon as she entered, she saw the window where she used to spend her days in isolation. When she looked down, she noticed four circular indents in the carpet where the chair used to sit. All of the additional furniture that once filled the room was gone and the only items remaining were the old wardrobe and the table. Waverly sat on the bed and took off her shoes using her heels. She tucked herself under the covers, her conversation with Sawyer still playing in her head. She couldn't process how disdainful he was being. As a sacrifice herself, Waverly understood the fear and horror that comes along with being chosen to meet the Crimson Wolf and although she knew the truth behind t
After her conversation with Sawyer, Waverly left the grand room and made her way to up the entry staircase to her bedroom. Once she reached the landing, she heard a door downstairs shut and then jumbled voices, one of which sounded like Christopher. She paused and listened closely, unable to fully make out what was being said. As she started to make her way back down the steps, she could hear the voices coming closer to her through the kitchen. Waverly quickly climbed back up the stairs and hid around the corner of the hallway near the banisters."You can't be serious," Christopher's voice echoed through the halls. "Giving up the sacrifices is giving up your chance to break the curse!" Sawyer must have broken the news to him once he returned. "It's either me, or the lives of those women," she heard Sawyer reply. Their voices were coming closer. "Then it's the lives of the women! Sawyer, you have to break this," Christopher pleaded as they entered the entryway from the dining r
As the next day began, Waverly hopped out of bed and changed her outfit, making her way out of the room to the entry. She grabbed her coat, which now hung proudly in the closet beside all of the other resident's outerwear and tossed on her runners. While she was tying up the last lace, Sawyer walked out from the living room looking at the tablet in his hand. He caught Waverly's figure out of the corner of his eye, bent down fixing her shoes. "Where are you headed?" Waverly jolted up, startled at the sudden voice coming from in front of her. She threw a hand to her heart and saw Sawyer chuckling. "Oh God," she mumbled. "Make some noise next time."Sawyer coughed. "There." Waverly stood up and grabbed her bag off the hook. "Gee, thanks." "So, where are you going?"Waverly slung her bag over her shoulder, stopping short of the door. "I was thinking about heading into town to sight see." "Hmmm," Sawyer said while he swiped once on the tablet. "Well, have fun." He started
"Holy cr*p," Darren cried. "What the heck are you doin' here?" he said as him and Sawyer met halfway around the bar and embraced. Sawyer patted him on the back during their hug and pulled back, keeping his hands on Darren's forearms. "Well, someone convinced me to get out of the house for once." He gestured towards Waverly, who gave Darren a small wave. "I knew I'd be seein' you again," Darren said, wagging his finger in the air at her. "How'd you do it?" Waverly snickered. "It took a lot of convincing, but I told him how much the Crimson Shadows need him and thought a trip into town might drive the point home." Sawyer assessed her. "You tricked me." Waverly smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Darren turned back to Sawyer, his face thoughtful. "She's right though, Sawyer. Things haven't been the same without ya. We're together, united by our loyalty to you, but we need our Alpha. A pack—" "Is only as strong as their Alpha, I know," Sawyer said, completing his sentence for
Waverly entered her bedroom that evening after dinner with an overpowering sense of vigour and confidence towards the upcoming Lunar Eclipse. Even though she didn't quite know if her and Sawyer were meant to be mates, she had an unexplainable feeling of assurance after their meeting that they could really work this out one way or another together. She unzipped her dress and stepped out of it into her sweatpants and an oversized sweater, making sure to grab a book before climbing onto the lounge chair that sat in the corner of the room. She opened her novel to the indented page and began skimming the pages when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she called out, without lifting her eyes from the text. Waverly listened, hearing the door open and then click shut. Footsteps approached her and a figure plopped down into the chair beside her. Her eyes glanced up from the top of the book."Waverly," Christopher said with a grin on his face. "Christopher, we really have to stop
Waverly sat at the dining room table, her plate covered in salmon and sweet potatoes. She took a bite as Sawyer watched her from the seat beside her. Every other night for the past few days, the pair had met for dinner to organize plans for the upcoming Lunar Eclipse. Despite being unable to rid herself of the conversation she and Christopher had almost a week prior, she still had not opened up to Sawyer regarding her concerns. Did he even know the type of death he would be facing if this didn't work? What if he didn't? Wouldn't it be better to not place that burden on him in this moment? She looked back at him, searching his eyes for an answer, but there was nothing. "How's the food?" he asked. Waverly looked down at her food, picking up a piece of meat with her fork. "Every dinner we've had, we've talked about the Lunar Eclipse and now you want to discuss the food?" Sawyer wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin and then set it beside his plate. "What do you want to ta
Her heart seemed to seize as the wolf jumped forward and for the first time in her life, she didn't have the strength to transform. It was as if everything had shut down on her—her instincts, frozen. The man's eyes grew larger the closer he got and then just as quickly, they turned their attention to beside her, and Matteus' form seemed to shrink as she fell back onto the ground. Sawyer leaped in front of her, attacking Matteus full force, still in his human form. Matteus, caught off guard, staggered back. He paused and looked up at Sawyer, his eye colour illuminated by his dark fur. Then, he charged forward, pushing Sawyer into the trees behind him. As Sawyer's body made impact with the base, he crumpled and slid down into the pile of leaves on the ground. Matteus watched as Sawyer attempted to stand, only for him to fall back down. Matteus huffed and then turned to join the others when he was knocked from the side. He rolled near the slope of the hill and once he slowed, he glanc
The next time Waverly awoke, the sun had set and her room was dark, given a small light that sat on her nightstand. She sat up in her bed slowly and agony jolted through her arm, which was held up in a sling, making her wince. She raised her other hand and touched the bandages on her face, covering what was deep cuts and scrapes."You're awake," a voice said, somewhat surprised. Beside her in an armchair sat Sawyer, who was watching her intently. "Wh-what happened?" she said, bringing her one hand to her forehead, which was pounding almost as badly as her arm. Sawyer leaned over to the nightstand and handed her medication and a glass of water. "You fell unconscious after the fight. One of the rouges attacked you and you broke your arm. Here, take this." Waverly took the pill and chased it down with a drink. She reached over and placed the cup back on the table. "Ugh, my head." Then almost instantly, she got an overwhelming feeling of nausea. Waverly blew up her cheeks to pre
Waverly stared down at Christopher's motionless body. It was over—all of it. She turned to Sawyer, who was now in human form, and was standing over Christopher. He was breathing heavily and held his chest wound with his hand, but with his other free hand, closed Christopher's eyes and whispered: "Until we meet again." He then backed away from the body and turned to his pack, who were watching the moment unfold. "Alright. Everyone who is able, let's get the injured inside to entry and cared for. Then, we can go from there."The pack all bowed their heads at the same time and began helping one another up, one at a time, carrying any wounded individuals indoors. Waverly put her arm underneath Sawyer's and used her body to support his weight, aiding him in walking back to the house. Once inside, she set him down on a chair and grabbed the first aid kit out of the living room before beginning to address his wound. Sawyer flinched at the touch of the alcohol against the cut on his chest
Waverly watched as the pack stepped out onto the gravel. To say the atmosphere was tense would've been an understatement: it was downright hostile. She stared as one by one, they transformed and launched themselves forward, starting the battle for Sawyer's life. Faintly in the background, she could hear Christopher screaming for his pack to ready themselves and not long after, the sound of snarling and bodies being thrown against the house began. She looked to her right to see Katia come up beside her, flash her a smirk, and then leapt out of the door, shifting in an instant. Waverly shrunk back into the house. What was she going to do? She couldn't fight as a human—she'd die. But she couldn't stay here either. Sawyer needed her; what kind of Luna would she be if she didn't defend her Alpha and her pack when they needed her the most? She took a deep breath and focused her energy on shifting, trying to feel herself transforming…And nothing. She shook it off and tried again, but on
Waverly felt as though the world had been ripped out from under her. He was there, in the flesh; his gap teeth exposing themselves as he grinned. "Waverly?" Sawyer said questioningly. "What are you doing here?" His gaze flickered up to the cuts on her cheek and the dried blood trail on her face, prompting him to rush over to her and examine her. "What happened? Are you okay?" Instinctively, he reached for her stomach, but Waverly stopped him. "I'm alright," she replied. She then corrected herself. "We're alright." Sawyer's eyes widened and then he looked at her, intensely. "You—" Waverly nodded, and Sawyer hugged her tightly, beaming. "I'm so sorry I missed it—but your cuts…how?"Waverly looked to Christopher, who sat still, grinning mockingly. Her face hardened. "I ran into his friend." "What friend?" Christopher chuckled to himself, causing Sawyer to spring at him, taking a strong hold of his ripped and bloodied shirt. "What friend?!" he yelled in a deep, husk voice. "The
Waverly closed her eyes the second she saw Felicity open her mouth, but because of her sharp senses, she could hear every single sound as Felicity finished the job. When she opened them again, Felicity had transformed back into her human formation, and was standing over the body of the siren. Not even a second later, Mia's frame changed back as well and in front of them, instead of a siren, laid a woman, who's blue eyes were glazed completely over. Felicity was still and her hands shook while she stared at the body; her eyes were wide and blood dripped from her mouth. "I—I didn't know what do to…I just…acted on instinct." "Well, your instinct was obviously correct. How did you know?""I—I didn't. I just thought…she was really annoying me." Waverly chuckled. She wasn't wrong; the siren did talk a lot.Felicity turned her gaze to Waverly and she looked at her, amazed. "Miss, your face…"Waverly wiped where her nosed was bleeding prior. "I know. I can feel it," she said, half-j
It all happened so fast—everything was a blur as Waverly raced forward, attacking Mia with all the pent-up anger and aggression she had felt not only for herself, but Sawyer, Pietro, and Darren. They were behind it all: the burning of Tillbury's, Pietro's death…Darren. Her arms swung in front of her while she moved to deliver a blow. She knew it wouldn't kill her, but it might just be enough to wound her so she could buy more time. Except when she was inches from her target, Mia stepped to the side, causing Waverly to almost fall forward."Now come on, let's be a little realistic here. You just gave birth. Do you really think you can really take me on right now?" Waverly looked at her, breathlessly. She knew she had a very slim chance of succeeding, but she still had to try. If not for herself, for Sawyer and her son. She built up her strength and then, once again, leapt towards the siren, hoping to catch her off guard.But it was like she knew it was coming. Once again, Mia dodg
Waverly held her baby tight to her chest while he continued to snore the night away. "You," she said in utter shock. "You're—" Mia laughed. "You still think you're hallucinating, huh? Well, let me ruin the suspense for you. Surprise, love. I'm here, flesh and bone." "H-how…? This place is remote…Sawyer said…""Sawyer said, Sawyer said. Listen here," Mia said as she walked towards Waverly; her heels clicking against the flooring. "We need to have a small girl-to-girl chat. This reliance on Sawyer is tiresome. You need to be independent and stand up for yourself." "Is that why you kill the men you enchant?" Waverly asked, forcing the strength to rise from the pit of her stomach to show some sort of dominance. "Precisely," Mia stated enthusiastically, pointing a finger in Waverly's direction. "I'm glad you've finally heard about me." "I've heard more than enough," Waverly retorted, cradling her son closer as Mia approached. "Is that the baby—?" she asked, narrowing her eyes
"What?!" Waverly shouted. Having her baby—now?! No, no way this was happening. This had to be a dream. Only when a long-lasting pain pushed through, she knew it wasn't. "But how—" she said between broken breaths. "It's not time! I'm too early!" Felicity took a deep breath and centered herself. She knew Waverly wasn't wrong. "Unfortunately, it is time, miss. But thank goodness you're a wolf and the baby's large enough to survive." Somehow, this didn't bring Waverly any comfort. A severe pang ripped at her insides, feeling as if it was tearing her apart. "Sawyer!" she suddenly shouted. "He's not—he's not here. I can't do this without him here!" "I'm sorry, miss, but you might have to if he isn't here within the next few minutes." "I—" Waverly's speech was instantly cut off by her shrieks. "I have to help you move," Felicity stated. "We need to get you to a flat surface and the bed is too high." She left the common area and emerged from the bedroom carrying two pillows. Felicity
While the day trickled into night, Waverly became increasingly nervous. She sat folded up on the couch with a hot drink, checking out of the window every few seconds to see if she could get a glimpse of Sawyer as he returned home. The cup clinked against her nails as she moved for the third time, but when she didn't see his silhouette, she slunk back down. "He'll be here soon, miss," Felicity stated as she continued washing the dishes from their late-night dinner. "I'm sure he just got tied up helping Katia with some things. It's her first time running the institute, you know." Waverly looked to her. "Really? I thought with her experience, she would've taken over when Sawyer was…cursed." The longer she waited, the more distasteful the word was in her mouth. "With her personality, it comes off that way, doesn't it? But no. Mr. Sawyer put in a lot of the work while she delivered messages. Speaking of, have you tried calling him?""Twice. It's just going to voicemail," Waverly repl
"Welcome home, brother," Christopher said manically. Sawyer treaded forward and Christopher instantly moved the knife by Katia's throat. "Don't," he said sternly, changing from friendly to cold in an instant. Sawyer halted and looked to Katia. Her makeup was running from the tears that she had shed, but she showed no fear. He glanced around the house for any sign of help, but no one was coming."Don't bother looking for anyone—they're all…a little unconscious.""What are you doing here?" Sawyer sneered, baring his teeth. It was taking everything within him to not attack. "Can't a man come visit his long-lost best friend? It's been what—a year now? Wow, time does fly, doesn't it?" Christopher grinned and his gap teeth revealed themselves. A chill went through Sawyer. This wasn't the same Christopher he had known his entire life, or the same Christopher that he had banished last year. This man was entirely different and more sinister. His usually neat curls were more wild an