(VANCE'S POINT OF VIEW)Time flies and in the wink of an eye, and it's been three months already. Three months of living in agony. Three months of continuous searching that have all been unfruitful, and three months of self-hatred that has rooted itself in my chest.I went as far as using witches to try and trace her scent, but their spells have all led to nowhere; no traces; it's like she never existed. And all of this is because of Leonardo and his thirst for an ever-ending life, his thirst for power and wealth. Everything is Leonardo's fault. That's why I'm here to vent my anger.I burst into Leonardo's home with Damian hot on my trail, to find the bastard sipping whiskey with his leg crossed over the other."Ah, look who has decided to show up. Come join me, brothers," he opens his arms as an invitation.I smirk as I march towards him and yank him up by the collar of his shirt and stare at him with a pair of blazing red eyes."This is all your fucking fault!" I grit through my tee
(DAMIEN'S POINT OF VIEW)Three months pass, and Raven still remains in a coma but has managed to shift a finger before falling back into a deep sleep. Even as before, I couldn't dare to go in there but stayed outside and watched through the glass as she breathed through the oxygen with no sign of waking up."I never thought I would say this, but I see how much you love my daughter," Mr. Grey shows up beside me, arms crossed over his chest while watching the pale form of his daughter through the glass."You know I have always thought she was joking when she said she preferred older men, and that's why she never dated in high school and the beginning of college. She said young guys are childish; imagine my surprise when she displayed her interest for you before me. Knowing your status as a wolf, I thought you might find her too childish and discard her off as a weak little human, but you have shown you deeply love her. I wonder how it became like this," he shakes his head and sighs."I
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)When I open my eyes, it's like being in a new world. I see my mom beside me, looking like she has done nothing but cry her eyes out for days, and that is the weirdest thing I have ever seen in my life. She looks like she was scared out of her wits; the sight is creepy, and when she takes my hand in hers, I nearly flinch because she has never touched me like that before."Are you okay, honey? Do you need anything? Does anywhere hurt? Should I go get the doctor?" She goes on and on with questions as she helps me to a sitting position on the hospital bed I find myself in. Again, I flinch when she tries to help me, and she steps back, I almost feel bad because I have no idea what the heck is going on, and my head feels like it has been run over by a truck, and my mouth tastes sour; like vomit."My head hurts," I tell her. Almost immediately, she grabs the phone from the wall and makes a call. "She's awake." It's also like she can't contain her excitement as she t
(RAVEN’S POINT OF VIEW}Never returning to Chicago? Ah. Why would I need his help to reach Chicago when I make the booking myself?I make them believe I'm never going to leave the hospital, only to steal my dad’s credit card and book the first flight I get my hands on and there I am, on my way back to Chicago.The first thing I feel when I step out of the airport is the rush of cool air, thick with the smell of fuel, and that faint hint of autumn.With a jacket and a hoodie over my head with a face cap, I call the first cap that immediately takes me to Ahvi’s home.Getting there, I knock on the front door a couple of times before it opens to reveal Mrs. Jude looked worse for wear. Her shoulders slumped, eyes half-lidded, and hair escaping its tie in messy strands. “Hello, Mrs. Judes." I greet her with a smile, that she doesn’t return. She looks at me from head to toe, almost like she doesn't recognize me. I am not ready to introduce myself until she says…“I thought you were in a com
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I never thought I’d leave Chicago—especially not like this, slipping away in the middle of the night with barely enough time to breathe. Everything feels fazey. And here I am, in a quiet country, thousands of miles away. Ireland is a nice place to start over again.I place a hand on my stomach, feeling something faint beneath my skin. Five months along, and I still can’t grasp it. This life growing inside me, so innocent and unknowing, yet tied to me—to everything I’d been through, every mistake, every regret. How could I possibly bring a child into this world, knowing the kind of darkness that seemed to cling to me nowadays?It feels cruel, almost selfish, to bring them here, knowing they might end up carrying the same curse I did. My past isnt just mine anymore; it could touch them too. People talked about how motherhood was supposed to change you, to make you whole, to bring you joy. But the only thing I feel is fear—a dull ache that gnaws at me, reminding m
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)The week feels heavier than usual, each day dragging by. Though I'm using the spell book to keep myself occupied, it's not enough. I know I can’t go on like this, trapped in my own mind. So, after a restless night of twists and turns, I find myself signing up for a prenatal yoga class at a nearby studio. They say it helps you connect with your baby, find peace. Maybe it will help me find something close to peace.The room is serene, with dim lighting and a soft lavender scent in the air. A few other pregnant women are already rolling out their mats, chatting in low voices. I set mine up in the back, hoping to go unnoticed, but clearly, fate has other plans.“First time?” A woman next to me asks, smiling as she places her water bottle down.“Yeah,” I say, nodding, a little embarrassed, realizing I'm the youngest in the room. “Thought I’d give it a try.”“I meant the child,” she motions her eyes down to my stomach, and realization hits me.“Oh yes, first time.” I
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I glance over at Isleen; she stands just a few feet away, with a face of determination and reassurance. "You've got this, Ahvi," she raises both her thumbs with a wide smile. “When casting, just focus on the feeling.”My heart pounds, and I take a shaky breath, resting my hand on my belly for comfort. I'm going to cast my first spell after weeks of spending time with the spell book. I don't know whether to be excited or filled with dread at the thought of doing this all wrong.Isleen immediately notices my hesitation and gets closer. “Hey,” she says softly, tilting her head to catch my gaze. “I know you’re worried, but I’m right here. We’ll go slow, okay?”I nod, “Alright. Let’s do this.” and close my eyes, letting out a slow exhale as I reach with my mind to sense the small flow of magic that seems to pulse underneath my skin. I never thought I could feel magic like this.“Feel it in your core. It’s like a stream. Don’t try to control it; just let it flow.”I r
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)Another month passed and I am seven months pregnant and the babies kick in there as if they are playing football, keeping me awake most of the night but it's a sight that makes me lighter.I drag myself out of my bedroom feeling heavier than normal. Not inner heavy, I'm talking about the load I'm carrying in my stomach. Again, I've gone most the night without a winkle of sleep because they won't stop kicking and there I am not, pouring myself a cup of coffee using the basic magic I've learnt.Oh, I've gone far with my magic. I can move things around with just a simple spell and it's working out great for me since I'm feeling so freaking heavy most of the time.I hum as I wait for the coffee to finish preparing itself and once it's done, it materializes in my hand and I take a sip, again humming to myself.“Something looks happy,” Isleen enters the kitchen with a bag of groceries and I smile at her. “You look like you didn't sleep the whole night.”“The babies kep