The Mating

VIVIANA

The moment Alaric announced his adopted sister’s name to be Gianna, I recalled my childhood. I recalled the past, the blurred and horrible memories of my parents’ death, and the whimpers of a little kid. My sister. My younger sister. My mother named her Gianna. She was just one month old when everything happened. When my world collapsed. When our world collapsed.

After that dreadful incident, I was relocated to another place with strangers and never got a hold of Gianna. Till today. I never even heard about her. Sometimes, I calmed myself that it was a dream. A fucking bad dream or bad memory from my childhood and I never had a sister.

I never had many memories of her. She was just a month old. I still don’t remember much. How badly I wanted to know everything that happened that night! For that, I needed to go back to the Pack. To the people, who witnessed it. I never did. I couldn’t. Call it a lack of courage. I was a coward.