Heather POV I'm trying to open my eyes but I just don't have the energy. In my mind, the darkness starts to fade. When it had completely lifted I found myself kneeling in the garden at Grandma’s. I was pulling weeds when I heard someone approaching. Standing, I turned to see a very handsome man standing at the corner of the cottage. It doesn’t seem right. Something feels off. Everything looks familiar, but different. It's almost as if things are newer, but not modern. An older woman walked out of the cottage. She looks a lot like Grandma, but it’s not her. She starts yelling at the man to leave. “I told you to stay away from here. You are not welcome on my property. I have already told your father that I will not be entering into an agreement with the two of you over my granddaughter. I would never agree to my granddaughter marrying you. Your kind, get fated mates you don’t choose them. If she is your fated to be with you, fine, but you will not try and take her before she is eighteen
Heather POVI have been having dream after dream playing over and over again in my head. Every time they do, I get to see a little more. It wasn’t just the first three scenes that were played. There were other eras, and different people, but the scenarios that played all seemed familiar the first time I saw them. Then, as the details filled in, I started to piece things together. When they finally stopped playing, I was in the darkness again with that tiny beacon of light glowing in the distance. This time I felt that I needed to wake up. I finally felt physically rested. Now I needed to start the mental healing. Reaching the light, I feel that comforting warmth and smell those unforgettable scents. It’s just reassurance that I’m safe. How long have I been going through those dreams? I slowly opened my eyes to let them adjust to the light in the room. I carefully turned my head to each side just as I thought they were both here. I’m scanning the room trying to figure out where I am wh
Heather POV I don’t know how long I sat there before Mona and Grandma came in and got me. They didn’t say anything, they just made sure that all the soap was rinsed off. They then dried me and got me dressed. The whole time, I wasn’t much of a help. I just let them do what they needed to feel like they were helping me feel better. I didn’t want to be in bed, so I sat in one of the recliners that were in the room. A couple of minutes after I was seated, there was a knock at the door. Mona opened it to show a nervous, and maybe a bit scared, Molly standing there with a paper bag in her hand. She walked over and put the bag on the table beside me, leaned down, and hugged me. I could see the worried look on her face. She wanted to ask me something but wasn't sure if she should. Instead, she took a deep breath and pointed to the bag. “That’s from Grandma. She thought you might want something to eat but, I’m to tell you to only eat it if you want to. She won’t be offended if you don’t.” Mol
Lucas POV I knocked softly on Heather’s door, not wanting to scare her but also not wanting to wake her if she was still sleeping. Slowly opening the door, when I got no answer I peeked my head in to see where she was. I opened the door wider, letting Reed go past to put the food on the table by the chair when I saw she was still sleeping. “Should we wake her?” I asked, staring at her beautiful face. “She did say she wanted us to cuddle with her if she was still sleeping when we came back,” Reed says, staring at her also. We remove our shoes, each climbing on the bed beside her. She is lying on her right side like normal. Reed pulls her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. I lay down behind her, nuzzling my face into the base of her neck. Now this is how it is supposed to be. Even in her sleep, Heather seemed to agree by letting out a sigh of contentment. Feeling more relaxed than I have in the last week, I let the built-up exhaustion take over. I start to see
Luna Mona POVI had been sitting in the den going over the research that I had. Reed and Lucas had brought the documents that Meg had been waiting for back with them from Scotland. But with everything that had happened with Heather, I hadn't gotten a chance to look them over. I have decided that I need to re-examine all the information that I have gathered over the years. I want to look at it from a different point of view, now that we know for sure that it involves the Silver River pack. I'm not sure if I should start with the new stuff or the old. The new stuff relating to the tablet and bottle may be the best starting point. I may explain what type of curse this is. Why was a protection spell used instead of just breaking the spell in the first place? I pulled out the documents about the protection spell and sat them on the couch next to me. As I was reaching over to pour another cup of tea from the pot, I got the panicked link from Lucas. I jumped, dropping the teapot on the table
Heather POV “Logically, you do understand that you have nothing to be ashamed of, right?” Mona asked. “I do, it’s just hard not to think that I did something to cause this. His obsession with me. Did I lead him on all this time? Did I make him that frustrated by not giving in to him that I drove him to it?” Mona climbed on the bed, pulling me into a hug. “No, no, no don’t ever think that. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Unfortunately, and please don’t get mad when I say this, I don’t think Keegan, the real Keegan, had a lot to say about things either.” “I know that is what makes it worse. I completely understand now how Meg was feeling after what happened with Quinn. The body of someone you trust is used to do horrible things to you. You become so scared of them that you can’t even look at them, but you know in your heart that it wasn’t them, mentally. But no matter how hard you try, the logical side can’t overpower the fear.” Mona just sat there holding me. I didn’t cry. I don’t
Heather POV I walked back into the office and flopped into the recliner that was in the corner. "She just doesn't care about what she has done. She still believes that Quinn will pick her as a mate." I looked at Mona and Shane who were sitting at the desk. "Would the fact that her true mate rejected her have caused her to become this..." I waved my hands around trying to find the right word and just settled for "...Crazy?" There have been cases like this where one of the mates is more, shall we say invested in the relationship, so when they are rejected it can cause problems. I don't think that is the case here. Avery has always had a thing for Quinn and has been jealous of the connection he had with Meg, right from the time they started school." I just sat there staring at the wall for a few minutes trying to get up the nerves to walk across the hall to the other cell block where Keegan is. Mona hands me a bottle of water. "You take all the time you need Dear. We are not in a hurry
Heather POVIt has been three days since I visited the cells to confront Avery and Keegan. I'm still confused by the difference in the reactions of the two of them. Avery who didn't physically hurt me couldn't have cared less what happened to me, April or Meg. She is borderline if not fully psychotic and delusional. Who else, other than someone who has no sense of reality, turns around and helps a group of people kidnap, someone that you had grown up with so they could be used for experiments? Then there was Keegan. If I had not seen the change in him myself, I don't think I would have believed it if someone had told me.Alpha Rob had a few ideas he was looking into from his family's history that may explain some of the things that, that thing inside Keegan had been going on about that day, but he hadn't gotten back to Shane yet.Mona has more or less locked herself away in her office going over the documents and the rest of the information that she has. I offered to help but she woul