The next day, Waverly woke to Sawyer climbing out of bed. His chiselled back was facing her, and she smiled as she stretched, remembering running her hands along it the night before. "Good morning," she said as she yawned. Sawyer turned his head to her and gave her a closed lipped smile. "Good morning." He grabbed a shirt off the floor and sniffed it before throwing it over his head and covering his torso."Where are you headed?" Waverly asked, sitting up in bed. Her hair was knotted in some places in the back of her head and her eyes were barely open, but she automatically leaned her head upwards as Sawyer came around the bed and kissed her."To see Darren. Maybe he can help me figure out exactly what he needs so we can get a better sense of things," he replied as he made his way to the master bathroom. Waverly heard the sound of running water and built the strength to clamour her way out of bed. "Did you need a hand?" she asked as she slipped out of her silk nightgown and i
Waverly's muscles tensed. It was the moment they all knew was coming at some point but didn't expect it to actually happen."What?" she asked, hoping that maybe she misheard him.Sawyer continued rummaging through the papers and drawers, searching for something."What're you doing?" Waverly asked. He pulled out a knife and tucked it into the back of his jeans. Waverly stared at him, stunned. "What—how.. why do you have that?" Sawyer kept his attention on himself. "For protection." "From what?" Waverly questioned. "Exactly this," he replied as he hurriedly left the room. Waverly followed in behind him, rushing to catch up. "For Christopher? You plan to kill him?" "If I have to," Sawyer answered as he threw on his jacket. "Well, I'm coming with you," Waverly demanded. She shoved her feet into her shoes and threw on her jacket. "Waverly, no." "It's not a request," she rebutted. Sawyer looked at her; his blue and brown eyes stoically observed her."Let's go," she
Everything was stagnant. "Hello, Waverly," he said. "Christopher…""It's Chris, remember? We don't need to be so formal. We did almost kill one another."Waverly's throat felt constricted. Was this truly happening? Were the Donovans telling the truth? "What are you doing here?" Christopher smirked. "That's a great question," he said, taking a few steps forward towards her. "But I'm technically not in Trinity Mountains, am I?"Waverly's fists balled together at his sly tone. Was it all a game to him? Did he get some sick pleasure out of what he had done? Always tiptoeing the lines of boundaries, but smart enough to not fully dip his toes in the deep end. "What do you want?" she asked assertively, hoping to show the confidence she was currently lacking. "Who said I want anything?" "Why else would you risk your life showing up here?" Waverly pushed. "Am I really here though?" Waverly paused. What was he getting at? Suddenly, a cough built up inside of her and in spite
"You're lying," stated Waverly. She looked into Sawyer's eyes, like she was searching for any sign that he was joking, but he was serious. "What—but I know it was him!" "It wasn't," Sawyer repeated. But if it wasn't, then who was it? It was so real…more than her dreams were and those were tangible. It couldn't be fake. Everything was a blur. What was happening to her? Her vision was covered in coloured spots which faded to a light grey then black. She felt herself lose consciousness."Whoa," Sawyer said as he caught her. "Let's get you home." Waverly's head started heating up and she could sense the sweat dripping down her forehead. "I can walk, I'm okay." Sawyer nodded and moved his hands slightly, and Waverly wobbled. He quickly reached out and held onto her. "C'mon, I've got you." Sawyer lifted Waverly, who had an arm slung around his shoulder. Her feet dragged on the steps as they climbed towards the bedroom. Once inside, he placed her in their bed and helped to remov
For the next couple of hours, Waverly's mind ran in circles. A baby? How—why? Everything merged and she instantly felt sick to her stomach. It was all too much to handle at once: the fires, Christopher, and now…this? Not even to mention the woman…whoever she was. She hadn't seen her in days, but her existence still plagued Waverly's mind. What did she want? And more importantly, why was she there? She didn't seem like a normal tourist, yet Waverly didn't get the sense she was like her either. So, what was she? Waverly looked out the window at the mountains which were a hazy orange due to the setting sun. What will her family think? How will she tell them? Since her wedding to Sawyer, the Crimson Shadows and Lycan pack had worked in tandem, so she needed to find out how to tell them before they heard it from someone else and she wasn't exactly sure how they would react. Her parents always spoke of the day they would have grandchildren, but they probably weren't expecting it so soon,
Dust swirled around Waverly, pulling her around in circles like the tornado did to Dorothy. She couldn't see straight—particles flew in each direction, obscuring any vision she had left. Then through the debris, she began to see a slim face. A woman's face. It swirled in the fragments, appearing to move side to side and her hair flowed in the opposite direction, as if the wind was catching a hold of it. She smirked and then winked at Waverly. Then, she flew forward, launching herself at Waverly. Waverly tossed in her sleep, waking herself in her restlessness. She shuddered as her eyes opened and took in her surroundings, realizing not long after where she was—still in bed. The room was now dark, except for a spotlight that came through the window cast by the moon above. Crickets chirped outside of the window, signalling the beginning of the evening, and shadows were placed upon the walls of the bedroom, generating an eery image. Waverly felt the pillow beside her, realizing that Sa
Her pencil scraped the paper as she continued to draw line after line into the late hours of the night. Waverly's mind was so entranced in the image she was capturing, she didn't realize just how much time had passed, or that her body was sweating more than it ever had. Her hand furiously sketched the deeper she fell into her drawing. Waverly's eyes flipped from the outline to the photograph, back to the outline; the lines growing darker and more erratic with each stroke. The woman inside of the image appeared to be getting larger the longer Waverly paid attention to her and it was as if she had no control. Her hand moved sporadically, rubbing against the lead of the pencil on the page until…it stopped. She set her pencil down beside her book and it rolled back and forth until it settled in its chosen position. Waverly's gaze was stuck on the drawing she had just completed and casually picked it up by the edges, bringing it to the forefront of her sight. It was unlike anything she
A week passed by and with her regularly scheduled medicine, Waverly began to feel more like herself. On occasion, she would get a migraine, but otherwise, was able to walk and was easing back into her normal routine. She readied herself for the day and looked at the picture she had painted for Sawyer hanging above the fireplace in their bedroom. Waverly smiled to herself and closed the door behind her as she exited before heading downstairs to the entry. Grabbing her coat from the closet, Waverly stepped inside and reached to the back, taking a hold of a pair of old boots. She tossed both items on and shut the door. "Where are you going?" Sawyer asked, entering from the living room. His eyes were fixated on the tablet in his hand."Ch*ist," Waverly jumped, her hand falling to her heart. "The last thing I need is a heart attack."Sawyer's gaze peeked up through his lashes and he smirked. "Stop being so dramatic," he said, swiping left on his screen. He then pressed the button on t
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