Almara’s PovThe ship sent to pick us up is delayed. It was supposed to come sometime yesterday, but never did. I begin to think about living the rest of our lives on this Island. I don’t hate the idea, what I don’t love is it wouldn’t be by choice.We have zero cell service so we can’t call the company and make sure they know we still need to be rescued, we can’t call our parents who, no doubt, will begin to worry if we are not back by tonight, in fact we can’t call any one to let them know where we are.
Almara’s PovWe make it back home in once piece. The three day cruise ride back was better than every other day spent on that Island. It was the vacation I knew we could have. We played different deck games, enjoyed our fair share of cocktails and sunsets, and Grace was always in our sight.When we finally got service we answered all the worried texts and calls from our parents who heard about the ship that sunk. Still, that didn’t stop them from waiting outside the font door with worry lines creasing their foreheads when we stepped out of the car.
Almara’s PovArthur and I return home after the doctor’s appointment beaming off of one another’s heightened energy.“Did you see the way she interweaved through the obstacles?” Arthur says, practically jumping into the air to demonstrate a bob and weave motion. “She’s going to be so sneaky when it comes to hunting.” He says with utter pride.I laugh, giddy with the excitement. “I know.” I say in agreement. “But what about how fa
Almara’s Pov“Here they are!” Arthur exclaims while slapping a stack of papers down on the elegant office desk.“What is this?” I ask, more so out of habit but my eyes can already see it’s a list of addresses and houses. I hand Grace to Arthur so that I can flip through the different sheets.“My realtor just emailed them over, she gave us a good mix.” Arthur says running a hand through his still wet hair from his shower. He smells like pine and eu
Almara’s PovMy parents were thrilled when I told them Grace and I would visit home for a little while. It made them all the more eager to pack their bags and be rid of the Covington residence. It’s a long drive back to Shady Maple where I grew up and each mile feels like a hundred.I sit in the back seat of my parents old SUV, I can’t remember a time when they didn’t have this car. I’d offer to get them a new one, but something tells me they wouldn’t graciously accept the offer knowing the money is coming from the Hurricane Pack, rather th
Almara’s Pov“That was productive!” My father says, clicking his seatbelt. We’re back in the car and this trip home is already proving itself to be an odd one.“It was.” I agree. We signed a three-week contract where I can drop Grace off as need be and pick her up on my own time as long as it’s not after 6pm- which won’t be a problem.It was a great deal and not only with Grace be introduced to cubs her age, but she’ll get a jump start on th
Almara’s PovThankfully after the first week of me being home the hushed whispers as I past by someone has stopped, the ogling eyes and requests for autographs has lessened. I think I just disassociated when it came time to that. I smiled and did what would be expected of a Luna in that situation, no more and no less.Other than that, I’ve developed a bit of a routine. Every morning just as the sun is rising, Grace and I go to the nearby park and walk for an hour. Then we go to Susan’s bakeshop for breakfast. After that I drop her off at day care while I wor
Almara’s PovI feel bad as I dial Cathy’s number and tell her that Grace and I will need to reschedule. With each passing ring, my guilt builds. Then again, I don’t know what I really have to feel guilty about. I’d feel even worse if after Archer old me his struggles and I just left without any act of kindness.“Hey, Almara.” Cathy finally picks up.“Hi, Cathy.” I hesitate with my next sentence and apparently that’s all that needs to be said
Almara’s Pov5 Years Later“Cheers,” Arthur sys clinking his mixed drink of vodka and lemonade with my non-alcoholic lemonade. I’m pregnant, again. This pregnancy is completely different than my first two, I actually get to relax. Which is exactly what we’re doing in the manicured garden of our backyard.We sit stretched out on zero-gravity pool chairs, sweat
Almara’s PovAfter a much-needed week of rest and restoration, Arthur and I are back on the vampire territory. I suppose that it can officially be called that again now that it has been reclaimed.My body healed magnificently after months of not only growing another being, but also fighting a war. It’s amazing what good rest and proper nutrition can do. Of course, the real healing ingredient came from the sacrificial love of my wonderful husband.Even though he suffered his own inju
Almara’s PovFinally, after several journeys back and forth from our homeland to the enemies we come to the final steps. We saw plenty of wolves making their expedition back home and there was a unspoken agreement that what everyone needs right now is peace.Thankfully, no one came up to us with questions, grief, or comments. It’s like we have this new kinship with the gammas in our world that we didn’t before. We seem to understand each other, or at least truly see one another.
Almara’s PovOn the way home we make a pitstop to a very special place. “Why are we seeing more dead bodies?” Grace asks, her tone telling me we are nearing a full-blown tantrum.“This body belongs to someone very important in our family,” I tell her calmly and hike her up on my hip. I’m not sure if my words got through to her, or maybe it’s her father's serenity as we ascend up one final hill to where Bess lays.Bess’s gravestone is set apart fro
Almara’s PovWith the vortex closed off and gone, the air becomes breathable again and the storm lessens. Still, my paws squelch in the wet terrain.Unfortunately, as I look around at the battlefield and see the piles of bodies slumped over one another, I think it’s more than just mud causing the stickiness.I try not to look down at the innocent blood shed on the ground. As I take careful consideration to step over and around the bodies, I tell myself they chose to come out and hel
Almara’s PovCathy and I weave through the castle, barely missing rubble crumbling off from the stony walls. We leap over counters, using everything we have in us to catapult ourselves past knocked over statues of gargoyles and shredded velvet furniture.“Catch!” Cathy calls out and reflexively I snatch a jagged shard of ceramic in my hand. I recognize it from a broken pot on the ground. Then out of the corner of my eye I see something else flying at me, though I don’t catch it this time, I duck.
Almara’s PovI’ve never seen Cathy look more confident and proud than she does at this moment. She stands tall, cuts strewn across her body, but they only add to her tough exterior. She’s covered in her enemy’s blood and she has a thrilling look in her eyes.“Have you seen Arthur?” I ask cutting to the chase. Cathy nods back towards tall white cabinet doors. I turn back to look at my mother who nods in confirmation. I rush over to the door and throw it open.
Almara’s PovI awake to a familiar beeping sound. It’s faint at first, like a distant call from far away until it’s suddenly blaring in my ears. My eyes shoot open and the blood in my body rushes to the important organs and I sit up with a jolt.“Where’s Grace?” I ask before I can make out anything else. “Arthur? Robbie?” I call out, hoping the sound of my distressed voice will cause Robbie to cry back.“Shhh,” a gentle voice says with
Almara’s PovArthur flings open the door, this time it breaks off the hinges. I guess there’s no changing our mind now. I keep Robbie wrapped up in both my arms and under my shirt.Arthur uses his body to guard mine, outstretching his arms and a puffed-out chest as he keeps his eyes zeroed in on every moving body around us all while moving us forward and falling in exact pace with each of my steps.We fight through sideways rain and vicious winds, it dawns on me that this storm isn&