Naya’s POV I have always hated the smell and looks of hospitals since I lost my mom in them about ten years ago. Because of that, Dad made sure that the recuperation area in the pack's clinic was more like a stop-by inn. It was plain, hardly reeked of medicine and you could see the beautiful scene outside from your bed. The thought of him has my heart aching one more time. Since the last two years of his death, I have come to accept that there was no way I could move on. Deal with the pain and accept it? That was impossible. He has always been an important part of my life for more than twenty three years. And my only family for thirteen. Although he always said he was happy that he was leaving me in the hands of someone who I loved and who loved me as much. It still didn’t make the pain easier to deal with. Sweeping through the empty hallways, I realise there’s no staff around to ask how Liam is doing. Instead of going back, I drag myself to the male section of the clinic.

Naya’s POVI wonder if I get to meet with Selene. Would I be angry at her for making me the chosen one? Or would she be angry that I couldn’t do the sole thing that she chose me for?To protect her people.When all the swirling and turning finally stopped, I pried my eyes open.Shock rushes through me as I take in the sight before me. The scene before me is nothing like what I expect the afterlife to look at. Instead, it was a scene that I knew too well. Remembered too well. Was the moon goddess trying to remind me of the day that I had made the worst mistake of my life? Of the day that I said yes to the monster that had taken everything from me?As I stare in the mirror, staring at the wedding dress from that day, my fists clench tightly.Wait…“How do I still have my body?”“I was wondering when you were going to realise it, silly,” Elisa’s familiar voice rang out, and I froze.“Lisa!” “What’s going on?” “We seem to be back in time, only that I don’t remember anything else f

Liam's POV“Take it easy, Liam. It's nobody's fault,” Sophie says as she gets down from her car and walks to me.I slap a palm onto my face. “Then explain to me, Sophie. You've been designing for more than four years now. Why did you make a dress that is easy to tear?”“I told you to keep your feelings out of this. I told you!”Her eyes widen as she stares at me with surprise. My angry side is something she hasn't witnessed personally.“I didn't make any underhand design,” she argues. “The material, the pattern… all of it was in perfect condition before I handed it over.”“And then it ripped apart while she was coming down from the taxi. Fuck, I should have known something like this would happen,” I rant.I pick up a glass of water and take a gulp. Shouting for the past twenty minutes has really turned my throat sore.“You know what, Sophie? Saturday. You will make another wedding dress before Saturday. Do you understand?”“Darling,” she purrs, resting a palm on my chest, “you're soun