Almara’s PovI wake up to Arthur gently pressing his warm lips against my shoulder. Despite his body heat, chills cross my body. I smile and burrow my head further into my pillow as he scoots closer from behind and holds me tightly.Maybe Arthur, Grace, and I can go out to breakfast today. There’s this cute little brunch boutique not far from our house that I’ve been wanting to check out- oh right. “What’s the matter?” Arthur breathes into my ear, and for a blissful moment nothing is the matter.“We still don’t have Grace,” I say suddenly feeling restless despite the high thread-count sheets and the fact that I haven’t slept in a real bed in like a week.“But, today is the day we get her back,” Arthur says and I realize he must have also slept well. He’s in a really good mood. Maybe my need to rest was felt by everyone and I wasn’t a burden after all.Unfortunately, the mom guilt starts to kick in. I needed a rest and slept in a warm bed while my daughter is out somewhere in the unkn
Almara’s PovWe’re halfway back to the outskirts of the vampire territory and we’ve seldom said a word to one another. There isn’t much to be said. My entire thoughts consist of Grace and of my mother and I’ve already exhausted expressing my worries.There isn’t anything new or left to be said about it, and the more I try to put them out of my mind to focus on the nearing mission, the more I find myself struggling to stay focused at all.With still no response from my mother, I’m beginning to think that she’s probably trapped by the vampires and it’s likely I’m heading towards her anyway. Maybe she’s with Grace.The land stretched before us is a grassy hill, trees are being scarce as we near the boundaries of the lifeless land. With less trees also means less opportunity to hunt. We have some snacks left that we took from the motel this morning, but I want to save those for when we’re a bit nearer.“We’re going to put an end to all of this,” Arthur tells me reassuringly. I numbly nod.
Almara’s PovThe familiar has us walk in front while it keeps a steady pace behind us. I can feel its eyes like daggers into my back, its every move causes my skin to crawl. Though I’m facing forward, all I can focus on is what’s happening behind me.I’d much rather be walking behind it. We could try and veer away and escape, launch an attack, or discretely communicate with one another. Though it’s for those very reasons that we are being walked ahead and though we are in front, this feels much more submissive. It’s humiliating.Zack, Arthur, and I walk in a straight line. I’m starving and my feet are swollen, but I don’t dare say anything about it now. The chirping birds seem to grow quiet as we near and pass them as if some evil force that even they can pick up on silences them.The bright sun that once illuminated the blue sky and cast sharp shadows has resided behind some thick clouds causing the drop in temperature and shapeless, diffused light to cover the land. If we hadn’t bee
Almara’s PovThrough the rest of the march through town, the familiar continued announcing our defeat. With each declaration, it becomes more and more apparent that I may never see my parents again. We may never see Roman or Eleanor, Robert or Cathy. I can only hope that I get to see Grace.Unlike the first town paralyzed with fear and crawling with more familiars, some of the other areas we crossed through resulted in wolves taking out their phones and recording us. Instantly the message is sent across the world wide web.Even though we tossed our phones, it’s like I can feel the buzzing in my pocket burning a hole in my pants. Hushed whispers get passed between wolves as we make our way past them. I catch glimpses of words and I can only make out a general sense of their comments and questions.It would be the same things I would wonder. Is the war over? Did we lose? Who’s the new Alpha? What do we do now?What I want to do is scream the answers back at them. The war is not over, at
Almara’s PovThe familiars have backed off, though not by their own accord. I look around and among the newly freed-up space is Delfino, standing tall with a look of irritation.His long black robe trails behind him, and his hands are laced together and hidden in his over-sized sleeves. His one eye is squinted, while the other twitches, and his mouth is a cross between a grimace and a snarl. The thin blue squiggly veins are his paper-white skin pulsate.I search the now emptied space and find Arthur standing weakly. The gash on his forehead has been reopened and he has blood matted all over his fur it’s hard to tell the source of the injury. Zack stands with much trouble, gripping at his side. His lip is split and his one arm dangles at an awkward length.“Follow me,” Delfino says while turning his back as the crowd continues to part and make way for him to pass through. He doesn’t look back to see if we follow, but I’m worried if we don’t the familiars will go in for the attack again
Almara’s Pov“What are you talking about?” Arthur asks in a low growl while eyeing Delfino suspiciously.“The cursed familiars,” Delfino nearly shouts and then quickly lowers his voice. “We want out,” It seems painful for Delfino to even be admitting this, and if he’s going to say what I think he’s going to then it is especially hurting him.Am I wrong for enjoying this? Absolutely not. Lily chimes in. I take a step closer just as Delfino begins pacing again.“What do you mean you want out?” I ask“And what does that have to do with us?” Arthur asks crossing his arms over his chest, revealing a long and jagged scratch across his forearm that I haven’t yet noticed. I swallow my gasp.I instantly no longer care what it has to do with us. If there’s a way to put an end to my husband getting hurt then I’ll do whatever it takes.Delfino takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, he looks as though he may be sick. “As you can, unfortunately, see our land is being overrun.”Arthur laughs, “We’
Almara’s PovThe moment of silence hangs heavy in the air. There aren’t many options to consider. Either we join forces or we don’t.If we do then there’s a better chance we take down the familiars and reunite with Grace, my parents, Roman, Cathy, and Robert. At least the familiars still believe the vampires are an ally to them, that will work as an advantage for at least a little while.If we don’t team up, then that’s an even bigger risk. One that I don’t think we can afford to take. I glance at Arthur who has his locked down on the cement flooring, though he’s not really looking at anything, he shakes his head.I walk up to him and put my hand gently on his back, he stirs under my touch and I know he was a million miles away.“Bess would roll in her grave if we ever fought side by side with them,” Arthur says in a low whisper. I nod my head, though I don’t know if I agree. I think Bess would do what’s best for her pack, and definitely what’s best for her granddaughter.She wouldn’t
Almara’s PovWe hear faint footsteps growing nearer, along with chains rattling and muffled angry voices. Arthur and I reluctantly move to throw our clothes back up. I can’t move as fast with a seemingly ever-growing belly and I barely get my shirt over my head as the door is pushed open.“Get in here!” Delfino shouts, sounding irritated and not nearly as apathetic as when he left. As soon as Delfino comes into view, I can see him pushing Cathy and Arthur ahead who are tipping over their shackled feet.The three come to a stop in front of our cell. “Almara!” Cathy exclaims and runs up to the cell. Her loving moment of relief to see us is quickly overshadowed by Rober’s obnoxious laughter.“Smells like you two had a great time down here,” Robert howls. Good thing the lighting is dim because I’m sure my face has turned several shades of red.“Shut up,” Arthur says and Robert only mildly listens. He doesn’t say anything more, but eye’s us knowingly and doesn’t hide his smirk. Delfino loo
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&