Chapter: 91 ****** TALON: As we talked about our dreams for the future, I felt the weight of uncertainty lift. There was something undeniably powerful about sharing these aspirations with Vale, about envisioning a life built on love and resilience. We spent the next hour dreaming up plans, mapping out our garden, and even brainstorming names for our ridiculous future charades club. The laughter and excitement enveloped us like a warm embrace, and I felt a sense of peace settle in my heart. Eventually, as the evening wore on, we decided to wind down. We moved to the sofa, curling up together under a soft blanket. Vale turned on some music, the soft melodies filling the space and creating a serene atmosphere. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling utterly content. “You know, I never thought I could feel this way after everything we’ve been through,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. Vale brushed his fingers through my hair, his touch soothing. “Life can be to
Chapter: 92 ****** VALE: Days melted into an indistinct haze as I remained locked away in our sanctuary, the outside world a mere whisper beyond my sealed door. I had used my magic to create an impenetrable barrier, a desperate decision to keep anyone from intruding on my fragile reality. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing Virgil like this, nor could I face the fake pity in their eyes. So, I wrapped myself in denial’s embrace, tending to him as if he were still alive. I spent countless hours by his side, my hands moving mechanically as I cleaned his skin, wiping away the remnants of the world that had intruded upon our blissful existence. I would hum the soft melodies he had sung for me that blissful day, my voice trembling as I poured all my love into those hollow notes. “Remember in the past, when we danced in the moonlight by the riverbank?” I would whisper, my breath hitching as I traced the contours of his face. “We’ll dance again, I promise. Just… just wake up.
Chapter: 93 ******** THIRD PERSON: Dirk's voice trembled with desperation as he confronted the Dark Elder. "Heidi, I need to end this. My son is suffering too greatly. It's been two months since that vampire’s death, and he still feels the pain. I want him to forget completely. Just tell me what I need to do, and I will do it!" The elder woman paused, her expression grave. "I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do," she replied. "What do you mean? Surely, there has to be a way to erase every trace of that vampire from his mind." "There is a possibility," Heidi said slowly, "but it hinges on the fact that Altair has once again fallen into a deep slumber." Dirk’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Asleep?" "Yes. When Talon died, Luna, your son fell into a sleep, and now the one before you is Vale, your son’s spirit wolf. You cannot simply erase a bond forged by an eternity of love with a mere spell. If Altair were awake, there might have been a chance, but with Vale, it is im
Chapter: 94 ****** THIRD PERSON: The atmosphere was charged with unease as Bryn made her way toward her Luna, the moonlight casting elongated shadows over the grounds of RiverBay Manor. She had just witnessed Altair’s descent into despair the past months, the anguish on his face mirroring her own heartache. Each day served as a stark reminder of the life that had been unjustly taken from him, and the gnawing guilt within her felt like a predatory beast, relentless in its pursuit. “Luna!” she greeted with a slight bow, her voice quivering with a blend of fury and despair. He turned, surprise flickering briefly across his features, but behind that mask lay the heavy burden of his own remorse. “What do you want, Bryn?” he replied, his tone carefully crafted to sound indifferent. Yet she saw through the thin veneer; the cracks were starting to show. “Stop pretending! You know exactly what you’ve done,” she retorted, stepping closer, her determination hardening. “You mean what
Chapter: 95 ****** VALE: The moment I opened my eyes, a blaze of bright lights overwhelmed my vision, and the familiar scent of Ethereal washed over me. Fear seized me, tightening around my heart like a vice. I realized, with mounting dread, that I had returned to the Calms. This can’t be happening. My mission was far from over, and I couldn’t accept this premature return—not like this. I pushed myself up from the soft bed, the luxurious gold and silver decor of the room stirring nausea within me. Home. But I refused to acknowledge it as home—I would not allow it. With determination, I swung open my door and stumbled into the hallway. Spirit wolves and guardians moved purposefully around me, each absorbed in their duties. My gaze darted across the rooms until it landed on the one I sought, and without hesitation, I sprinted toward it, pounding on the door with both fists. Arion emerged, looking weary, the toll of his duties evident on his face. The life of a spirit guardia
Chapter: 96 ****** VALE: Those words had ignited a fire within me for years, an unquenchable flame that I couldn’t extinguish. I yearned to hear them again, to feel their warmth, and I fought relentlessly for him. I stood before the Goddess, where I first pledged my vows. In her boundless mercy, she granted my deepest desire and allowed me to be reborn into the home of the Alpha King. However, my vow came with a heavy price: I would not remember him until fate intertwined our paths once more. As for Virgil, no matter how many times he was reborn, he would remain untouched by the memories of our past lives. Meanwhile, I would endure the torment of recalling every moment, every pain, every death. That was my first vow. I held onto it until the moment my rogue was brought before me again. Though he had no memory of us, the bond between us reignited almost instantly, and our love flourished without limits. Yet fate had other plans, and he was torn from me once more. I found
Chapter: 97 ******* VALE: As he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept past my face, and I was suddenly propelled back onto the bed. My eyes widened as I took in my surroundings, the reality of my situation crashing over me. I am back. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and the harsh fluorescent lights flickered above me. Panic surged through my veins as I blinked against the brightness, my heart pounding in my chest. The first name that tumbled from my lips was a desperate whisper, “Virgil!” In an instant, adrenaline-fueled my movements, and I tore the vital tubes from my arms, ignoring the sharp pain as I stumbled out of bed. My body felt weak, but the burning desire to see him again propelled me forward. I ran through the hallways of the Pack’s hospital, my heart racing with excitement and hope. I could almost hear his laughter ringing in my ears, his touch warming my skin. Behind me, the nurses shouted and urged me to stop, but I ignored their pleas. D
Chapter: 98 ****** TALON: The board meeting concluded not long ago, and as the last of the board members exited, the door swung open with a loud thud. In rushed two exuberant children, playfully shoving each other aside in their eagerness to reach me. A grin spread across my face as I observed their innocent antics, each vying for my attention. The pure joy of childhood never fails to uplift my spirits. Seated comfortably, I opened my arms wide, and in an instant, Liam darted into my embrace, clutching my left arm, while his sister quickly followed, wrapping herself around my right. With a gentle tug, I lifted them onto my lap and began to tickle their sides. Their laughter erupted, a delightful symphony of giggles until they squealed for mercy. As they caught their breath, I couldn’t help but smile, captivated by the sparkle in their eyes. “Now, where’s your mother?” I inquired, glancing around the room. Both children clamped their lips shut and shook their heads, a mis