All Chapters of SHE•SHIFTER: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A servant comes up to the table, taking away our used dishes. Right behind him is another, setting down a plate of chocolate mousse and chocolate cake. I get a whiff as it passes my face, but I do not react. I hate the smell, but right now, Lana is begging for my undivided attention. “Excuse me?” I ask. Will she repeat herself and be loud this time around? “I said, I. WILL NOT. ALLOW. IT.” Brr, the coldness in her voice is very apparent. It’s rubbing me in all the wrong ways. “Which one?” I asked for clarification. “She is able to choose her own second,” Antonio tries to intervene, but still takes my side. “I am not saying that she can't,” Lana continues to stick to her words. “I am just saying it can't be Will or Teyana.” “And why is that?” I asked. “Lana please, tonight is supposed to be—” Nova is next in line, trying to save this conversation and this night. “Let her speak,” I said. I didn’t want to be rude to them, but Lana was just about to reveal her true thoughts on th

CLARA’S POV “Oh, you look ill,” I hear the princess’s voice squeak. I slowly open my eyes, seeing her between the bars of my prison. As weak as I am, I struggle to sit up, using the chains around my wrists for assistance. My bones are brittle, my body light, my head heavy. I was tempted to close my eyes and never wake up again, but I had to keep going. Just for a little bit longer. I lean up against the stone, eyes locking in on Athena. “Look at you. Someone is about ready to give birth, isn’t that so?” Her voice is taunting. I feel the bump in my stomach. It has been growing so fast. I was sure that Henry would have found me by now, saved us, by now, but he never came. Athena’s appearance was shocking. I had heard about their nuptials before I was taken. I was sure Henry would make a great escape of some sort. It was he who I thought would come to the rocks beside the peaceful stream, but instead it was Mr. Grove and his league of barbarians. I’ve been here ever since, losing

I stormed the house. Walking as fast as I could to find Will. Teyana was right behind me. She was not on a warpath like I was, but I felt she was more concerned for Will’s safety. The guard outside the compound said that Will was having tea in his favorite room. Sure enough, there he was, sipping from his mug without a care in the world. He looked up at me when he heard the doors open.“Where have you been?” he asked. Oh no, he was not going to question me. I smacked the ceramic glass out of his hand, letting the hot liquid drop over him. “What the hell?”“Did you know that The Grove had Elias?” His face drains of any color he has and I can see his panic. “God damn it Will!” I want to strangle his neck. I want to physically hurt him! I want to cry. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” he stood up quickly, ready to beg for my forgiveness and explain his decision to keep me in the dark. “I know you’d want to rush in and save him, but we couldn’t do all of that. He’s one person!” “He i

ATHENA’S POV I shared a peck of a kiss with Sir Henry at his bedside. Our fathers clap and our mothers are in awe as we are officially man and wife. Henry’s body appears to be giving up on him yet again, and our fathers refused to call off the wedding. It didn’t matter to me where or how we got married, just as long as we did. At the beginning I was against this, but somehow in the mess of things, I fell for Henry. The child also helped push things in my favor. I looked down at my husband, feeling my cheeks blush. He stares back up at me, and though weak, I can tell he wants to speak. I lean in to him, letting him have my ear. “I love you Clara,” he whispers. My smile is gone. I keep my anger hidden. I step away from him, looking over at our parents. “He asks for his rest,” I lie. They nodded in agreement. “It has been a pretty big day,” his father is overly cheerful for someone who has a dying son. I follow them out of Henry’s chamber, requesting to speak alone with my f

SIR HENRYS POV My father found her, floating in the creek where our favorite spot used to be. I wondered how long she’d been there. I wondered if she was waiting for me. I tried to romanticize it in my head, as if that would make it better. I had to come to terms that my precious Clara was gone. Maybe that was why my health took a turn. I felt her leave me in the world alone, and my soul wanted to follow her. Without her, what was my reason for existence? Athena and I are already married. A child, my child, will be born into this world. Would it be enough? ATHENA’S POV He barely said anything these days. Ever since they confirmed the death of Clara it was like he had given up. He wanted to succumb to his mysterious illness. Well, I wouldn’t have it. Clara had him in life, she would not have him in death. I must call upon the dead. I must call upon the Gods. "Invoco eos, qui ante me vixerunt, obscuri vigore pleni! Coniuro missas et misters ter ter. Da mihi