Almara’s PovIn only a month, the state of my life has completely changed. Not just mine, but everybody’s. This realization paralyzes me as I stand in a white lab coat, feet glued to the aluminum tile that’s been scuffed by squeaking gurneys drenched with the blood of the dying.“Almara! Get back to class!” A doctor racing past me yells. Still, it takes my legs a minute to regain their mobility.The bathroom door shuts behind me and I cross the hall of the hospital, careful to keep an eye out for gurneys carrying a wounded soldier screeching past. I already got hit by one once and no one batted an eye as they hurried the poor victim off to the intensive care unit.Since then I try to hold off my bladder’s demands to be released for as long as I can while in class, but as I progress in my pregnancy the urge to pee is getting harder to ignore.Since Arthur made that risky step of entering vampire land, the war has expedited, and at a bloody cost.No one blames Arthur for sending a pack
Almara’s Pov“You’re going to be okay,” I tell the poor wolf being hurried off to the operating room, though I have no idea how he’s going to fair. This time, I’m not standing in the way or out of the way of the gurney- I’m the one pushing the wheels faster than they’re built for across the tiled floor.The solider groans in response. “Don’t,” I order him. “Save your energy, you’re going to have to fight if you want to stay alive,” I tell him. This is what we were instructed to tell the patients that come in here.If we can convince them all they have to do is exactly what they were just doing on the battlefield to save their life, their chances of survival double. Except this time, it’s not physical combat they’re doing, it’s a mental and emotional war they’re up against. Mind over matter.The solider closes his eyes and lets his body relax, despite the shakes and bumps of the flimsy cart that’s wheeling him. We burst through the doors leading to the operating room, I’ve stopped coun
Almara’s PovThe hospital doors burst open which commands my attention. Normally, the urgency in which the hospital doors open are mere background noise at this point, but something about the force in which the swinging doors almost flew off their hinges makes this particular entrance more intriguing.Perhaps it was more than the urgency of the doors that caught my attention, and maybe it was the fact that we’re fated mates- but I lock eyes with Arthur standing tall and ready for attack just in front of the doors shutting too slowly behind him in comparison to the force in which they were opened.For the first time, as far as I can tell, since I’ve been here the hospital which normally functions at a high intensity and anxious temper has stilled.Though Arthur looks physically prepared to take on any sudden attack with his feet planted firmly on the tile, his fists clenched at his sides, and his shoulders slightly hunched at a defensive position, his eyes look defeated.Behind his cra
Almara’s PovArthur was right. Our work did slow down. The doors to the hospital have been opening less and with less urgency. The plus side to this is we can give more undivided time to patients, the downside is we’re only slow because most of our members have already died.I like to think maybe it’s because we’re doing well on the battlefield, but if that were the case Arthur wouldn’t have needed to pull members from our staff.I push my lunch around with my fork
Almara’s PovThe hospital is only two miles away from the main battlefield, but in Lily’s form, I cross the distance in five minutes. I entered the war zone and my sense heightened. I whip my head to my left and see a couple of wolves ducked behind a barricade of bulletproof bags.I give them a slow nod and they return the gesture, but I can see the confusion in their eyes. I ignore it and take in my surroundings.The land is seemingly vacant on the surface, but as the two wolves th
Almara’s PovThe thud of my paws hitting the earth matches the rhythmic beat of my heart. Fast, yet steady. Something kicked in a couple of miles back that changed my mood from frantic to oddly calm in a maternal instinct kind of way.I have one sole mission to focus on, protect my daughter. Once that realization clicked, everything else inside me fell into place. I have this odd inner knowing that should anything or anyone get in my way, they wouldn’t stand a chance.Only when Arth
Almara’s PovI’m woken to water splashing on my face. Groggily, I squeeze my eyes shut and embrace for the next bucket of water that I expect will be pouring forth any minute. As I brace for the gush of water, recollection of what’s going on begins to steep in.The war. Grace. The deal. Running. Then finally, falling. Along with the last realization comes a shooting pang along my thigh, though no buckets of water. I slowly blink my eyes open and no angry mob has me pinned down, trying to angrily bring me back to consciousness.
Almara’s PovMy house is in sight. I see it off in the distance. So close, yet so far. My heart feels like it’s going to burst, and my lungs are on fire. I don’t remember the last time, if ever, that I ran this far and at this speed.Nearing the goalpost, post weariness becomes all too prominent. It’s like seeing my house, my body knows that our long endurance workout is coming to an end and it just wants to collapse, but I can’t.The crowd behind me has grown from
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&