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Willow POV My father gets to his feet, still clutching his chest. I was never a member of the Lycan City Pack, so when I was banished, I felt no pain. My father is one of the strongest men that I know, and if the pain can bring him to his knees, then it must be awful. There are tears in his eyes, and I don't know how to comfort him. I have never been one to show my affection. I hold his hand in mine and give it a little squeeze. “What about mother?” I ask. “Was she banished as well?” “I don't know,” my father shakes his head. “I keep trying to reach out through the mate bond to find her, but I am met with nothing.” “You don't think Faris hurt her, do you?” It is becoming difficult for me to speak. “No,” my father says. “I would be able to feel if she were in pain or worse.” I feel helpless, and I don't like it. “I am going after her,” I say as I make my way back to the farmhouse. “Woah, Mighty Mouse,” Osiris says as he pulls me back by my hand. “You would be walkin
Willow POV I unsheath the sword from my back and take a deep breath. There are at least twenty of Faris’s men trying to break through the swirling vortex. Each time one gets close to the wind, they are thrown back. I have seen my mother’s magic before, but I had no idea she was this strong. My father’s lycan is the first to leave the cover of the tree canopy. He wastes no time ripping the arms off the first warrior he encounters. The warrior screams as he falls to the ground, but no one notices. The wind muffles the sound of his screams. King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side. Now, it is my turn to leave the safety of the trees. I spin the sword in my hands as I walk confidently into the fig
Willow POV I don't know what I am doing, but the voice inside my head is sure I can do this. I don't know why I get the feeling that this voice knows more about me than I do. So, I have to try to save my mother. I think back to the memory of controlling the flames with my future self. "How much different can wind be than fire?" I ask myself. My father and Osiris are standing on either side of me. I stand with my arms out to my sides and inhale deeply. Focusing on the tornado that is swirling around my mother's house, I begin to pull my mother's magic to me. Unlike the fires from the vision, the wind hits me in the chest, almost knocking me over. Digging my feet into the ground, I grit my teeth as the wind moves from the house and begins to swirl around me. My father and Osiris are flung back as the vortex creates a barrier around me. "I don't know how to do this," I say with my arms still out at my sides. "Help me." 'I cannot help you,' the voice echoes in my mind. 'Yo
Osiris POV Willow slides off my back, and King groans. He was enjoying having her on his back, but he is exhausted. After all the fighting and the running, he is ready to retreat to the recesses of my mind to help me heal. I quickly shift back into my human form and look toward Willow, but she isn't paying any attention to me. Her bottom lip is pulled between her bottom teeth. She looks as though she is deep in thought. I open my mind to the mate bond and try to feel what Willow is feeling. Her emotions are all over the place, but the main one is confusion. As I stare at her, I realize Willow is definitely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, though. She is covered in blood. Some of it is hers, and some of it belongs to the men that she slaughtered tonight. The moonlight shines off her milky white skin, and her blue eyes are sparkling. She releases her bottom lip from her teeth, and her mouth forms into a pretty pout. Ward growls awkwardly, and I realize I am get
Willow POV I may have never given head before, but I have certainly seen my fair share of blowjobs. You would be disgusted at the number of memories I have seen of sexual acts. When I first started reading minds, those memories would embarrass me, and I would try to leave the memory as quickly as possible. But as time passed, I have to admit I started becoming a little nosey. Especially when it became painfully clear my own sex life would be nonexistent for an undetermined amount of time. I look up at Osiris through hooded eyes, and by the looks of it, I did an okay job. There is a satisfied look on his face and a pure erupting in his chest. “Are you sure you've never done that before?” He asks as he strokes his cock. “I haven't,” I say as I get back to my feet. “Was it okay?” “Okay?” Osiris chuckles. “My dick is screaming for more, and you wonder if you did okay.” “So that's a yes,” I smirk as I shut off the water to the shower and begin to dry myself. I make a move
Petra POV "Must set the mood," I chant to myself. "The atmosphere has to be perfect." I flutter around the main room of my cottage, flicking lights on and off and lighting candles. The shadows grow on the walls and dance in the candlelight. The room is dark but not too dark. The pillows are set up neatly on the floors, and there is nothing but embers in the fireplace, keeping the room warm. I place my hands on my hips and look around the room. Everything looks exactly like it should. Well, almost everything. I can't very well hold a seance by myself. There is a knock on my front door, and I rush to open it. Celeste never knocks on the door. She usually just barges on in. I swing the door open and find Willow standing on the other side door. I look around her for Osiris, but she appears to be alone. "Willow, Dear," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Did Osiris drop you off?" Willow looks to the ground and twists her fingers together. She is wearing gloves that
Willow POV The sound of arguing wakes me from my sleep. I don’t remember falling asleep or even where I am. The ground is hard beneath me, and a large quilt covers my body. “You should have contacted me as soon as she showed up,” Osiris growls. “There was no time,” Petra retorts. “She showed up right before the seance.” “What does a seance have to do with my mate?” Osiris grumbles. “The truth will be revealed when the time is right,” Petra says cryptically, and I hear Osiris groan in frustration. “How did she even get here?” Osiris demands to know. “I thought the only ones that could find this place had to be shown the way by you or Celeste.” “Or by my other sister, Cordelia,” Petra whispers. “I didn’t know you had another sister,” Osiris says curiously. “It wasn’t worth mentioning,” Petra says dismissively. “What else are you hiding from me?” Osiris’s growl rumbles through the cottage. “Now isn’t the time for this argument,” Petra slams something hard on a ta
Willow POV The rest of the drive back to rogue territory is silent. I am still angry Osiris didn't let me teach Celeste a lesson. I can only assume Osiris is still upset that I have been using my magic. Laying my head against the cool window of the car, I try to remember my life before I found Osiris. Things were less complicated. I did my jobs and came home to my little cottage. I practiced harmless witchcraft in my downtime and thought about getting a cat. There was no fear of the dark magic taking over my soul. I only had myself to worry about. It has become clear to me that my connection to Osiris is what is leading me into the darkness. 'Are you sure that he is the one leading you into the darkness?' The voice speaks loudly in my mind. Being trapped in the car with Osiris, I refuse to answer her. I just roll my eyes and keep my eyes glued to the passing trees. 'Osiris didn't force you to make any of those decisions that led you into the dark. You have made all
Willow POV Faris's body floats to the middle of Lycan City Lake, just like his father before him and his grandfather before that. Horns play loudly, signifying the beginning of the lighting ceremony. I watch from a distance as the leader of the Royal Guard raises his hand in the air, and three archers light the tips of their arrows with flames. The leader lowers his hand, and the arrows fly into the air before hitting their mark. As Faris's body is engulfed in flames, I find myself shedding a tear. Not for the man Faris was at the end of his life, but for the man he was before I became his assassin. The uncle who would sneak me out of my house with his mate and feed me ice cream before dinner. The uncle who never missed a school event and treated me like his own flesh and blood even though I was not. Liz pulls at my black dress and looks up at me with her bright green eyes. "Are you okay?" She whispers, pulling my attention away from the end of my uncle's ceremony. "I'm
Willow POV As I watch Endora’s ashes fly away, the runes on my back begin to burn. It feels like someone has poured salt on an open wound. I drop to my knees and claw at my skin through my shirt. My mother and Cordelia rush to my side, ripping my shirt off my body. I look at the runes on my arms, and they are glowing bright red. “What is happening?” I cry out in pain. “Since Endora has been killed, your link to the Coven of the Lunar Star is broken,” Cordelia tries to smile even though I am in pain. “The magical bindings they put on your skin are breaking down.” “They are disappearing?” I ask as I attempt to get to my feet, but my knees buckle under my weight. Exhaustion has finally caught up with me. Wincing through the pain, I look at Faris lying beside me. His face looks peaceful like he is sleeping. I look around me, and all of the fighting has stopped. Faris’s Royal guards must have felt this tether to the pack break when he died. Now they are all on bended knee
Willow POV My two-hour training session turned into five hours. By the time Cordelia is done with me, my arms feel like jello. My feet drag as I walk from the training area back to the farmhouse. I am exhausted, and I cannot wait to crawl into bed for a few hours before Osiris wakes me. As I approach the farmhouse, my heart sinks. A group of rogue warriors is already gathered outside of the farmhouse. Osiris is standing on the porch giving them a speech. When he sees me, he raises his hand and gestures for me to join him. Mumbling obscenities under my breath as I approach Osiris, I realize I am not getting my nap. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I stand beside Osiris. Osiris wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in close to him. My fake smile turns into a real one as I feel the tingles of the mate bond spread throughout my skin. Osiris's shoulders relax as I nuzzle into his side. He wraps his arm tightly around my waist and continues his speech. "We were att
Faris POV I leave Natacha sleeping in my bed. Her new mark shimmers under the morning light shining into the room. I had expected her mark to match the one I had given Kayla, but it is different. A beautiful rose blooming under a full moon now resides on her neck. Natacha had been more than willing to accept my mark. The lovemaking between us had been patient and gentle. I was worried about hurting the pup that grows within her. But when it came time for Natacha to mark me in return, I couldn't let it happen. It felt too much like I was replacing Kayla. Natacha pretended she understood, but I could feel her pain through the bond between us. She was disappointed. Pulling on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I head into the office that adjoins my bedroom. Sitting down at my desk, I begin to make plans on when and how to attack the rogue camp. But my heart isn't in it. Now that I know I have an heir, nothing else seems to matter. It all feels petty. "Why shouldn't I let
Willow POV After much negotiation with the doctor, he finally agrees to let me leave the hospital. The wound on my neck is almost healed. I have not been brave enough to look at it. I don't want to see the damage that Osiris has done to me. After taking a shower in the tiny hospital bathroom, I open the bag of clothes that Osiris brought me from the farmhouse. I roll my eyes when I see a pair of bright red lace panties and a matching bra. Sticking my head out of the bathroom, I hiss at Osiris. "You couldn't have brought something more comfortable?" There is a mischievous grin on his face. "They looked comfortable to me," he chuckles. I shut the door in frustration, and I begin to pull on the leather pants and black t-shirt. I pull my hair up into a ponytail and walk back out into the hospital room. But there is no one in there. I peek out of my hospital room and see nurses and doctors frantically running toward the entrance of the hospital. I can hear the sounds of
Faris POV It is the wee hours of the morning when I finally return to the royal mansion, but the mansion is already buzzing with activity. I quietly slip past all of the Omegas who have already started their morning chores. I go upstairs and past the room that Natacha is staying in. Her scent of lavender and roses is wafting through the door. She barely smells like a rogue anymore, and I wonder if it is because she is carrying my child. Slowly, I turn the doorknob, and I am surprised to find it is unlocked. The door opens with a slight creek, causing me to cringe. I consider walking away, but curiosity draws me further into her room. Natacha is sleeping peacefully. I have to admit she is beautiful. Not as beautiful as my Kayla, but still beautiful nonetheless. Tiny puffs of breath leave her full lips as she sleeps. She is sleeping in an oversized t-shirt. A smile crosses my lips when I realize the t-shirt is one I had left behind at her apartment. The t-shirt has ridd
Osiris POV Ella grabs my hand and teleports back to the hospital. The wind swirls in the sky as the witch sisters appear out of nowhere beside us. I am unsteady on my feet as the world comes back into focus. "I don't think I will ever get used to that," I grumble as I choke back the vomit rising in my throat. "You will get used to it over time," Ella says as she gently rubs my back. I shrug off Ella's hand and turn to the four witches. "We don't have time to lose," I say. "We need to get to Willow." Once I have regained my balance, I head into the hospital with the witches following behind me. As we walk through the halls, people scatter away from me and the women walking with me. Whispers follow us through the corridors. Many of my pack members have not seen so many witches together in one place, and their eyes follow us as we make our way to Willow's hospital room. As we approach Willow's room, the doctor is waiting for us. He looks the witches up and down before o
Faris POV Natacha follows me into the royal mansion, keeping her head down. As we walk through the mansion, I can hear the whispers coming from the Omega servants. They are wondering why I have willingly brought a rogue into Lycan City. My personal Omega, Jessica, is leaving my bedroom when I reach the top floor of the royal mansion. Her face blushes deeply when she looks at me but quickly disappears when she lays eyes on Natacha. Jessica's nose wrinkles as she catches Natacha's rogue scent, and a scowl tugs at her lips. "How can I help you, Your Highness?" Jessica says with a fake smile spread across her face. "This is my close friend, Natacha. I need you to set her up in the room next to mine," I instruct Jessica. Jessica doesn't try to hide her displeasure at the thought of a rogue staying within the royal mansion, but still, she gestures for Natacha to follow her down the hall. Natacha hesitates to follow the young Omega. "Are you coming with me?" She asks nervou
Osiris POV A headache is pulsating at the back of my skull as the doctor tells me the damage that Willow sustained to her neck when I tried to remark her. I know I should be listening to what he has to say, but the only thing I can hear is the steady beep of the machines coming from her room. To me, those are the only sounds that matter because they are the only indication that she is still alive. My eyes wander past the doctor to the room filled with Willow's family. Her adopted father, mother, and grandmother are all surrounding her. They are all wearing identical faces of worry, and it is all my fault. I couldn't have known what would happen when I tried to remark her, but I should have known we got away too easily. I should have known that the witches had something more sinister in store. Guilt fills my brain as I think about what I have done. My mate is fighting for her life because I was determined to make her mine again. "Alpha?" The doctor interrupts my thoughts.