AriaThe soft, yet insistent voice of Allay, my little boy, has abruptly interrupted my slumber. Bleary-eyed and disoriented, I stumble out of bed, following the guidance of my little boy's voice echoing through the darkened hallways of our home. There is a growing sense of dread within me as I hurry towards Harmony's room.As I push the door open, my heart seizes in my chest. The sight before me makes my blood run cold. The bed is empty, Harmony is nowhere to be found. Panic spreads through my veins as I desperately scan the room, searching for any sign of my beloved baby girl.Allay, only two years old and unable to articulate the events that had unfolded, can only call out his sister's name repeatedly, with a mixture of fear and confusion. His tiny voice breaks my heart, amplifying my urgency and desperation.But just as despair threatens to consume me entirely, a glimmer of hope materializes in the form of my grandfather. Gramps returns with Harmony cradled safely in his arms, her
Connor's POVWatching as the battle rages on, I stare into the darkness, my heart heavy with regret and trepidation. From the shadows, I observe the chaos unfolding before me, my once mighty army being decimated by Aria and her allies. Limbs are flying through the air. My soldiers' bodies a being torn and strewn across the forest floor, the chosen battlefield for this bitter confrontation.It all started with Vornt's ill-conceived plan to kidnap Aria's daughter. I cannot help but shake my head, my mind is haunted by the memory of that fateful decision. Standing beside Vornt, I had agreed to the idea, believing it to be a strategic move that would cripple our enemy's spirit. But I now realize the grave mistake we have made.Our initial plan was to attack with stealth, utilizing the dark spellcasters to incapacitate the warriors gathered in the formidable Luminous Pack. It seemed foolproof at the time, a way to gain the upper hand without risking a full-blown battle. But Vornt, driven b
Manny POVIn the heart of the night, I am suddenly startled into wakefulness by a reverberating growl. My heart starts pounding and something about that powerful growl tugs at my Heartstrings and stirrs my wolf, Matt. This guy has been giving me the cold shoulder lately and only perks his ears if it is anything to do with our mate, Aria."Aria!" I shout out loud springing out of bed, not bothering to dress up. I contemplate running in wolf form towards doctor Boyce's house where Aria and our twins are currently residing. But I go on and take the stairs three at a time. A sense of urgency propelling me forward. When I reach the doctor's residence, I catch a glimpse of my mate's majestic and rare blue wolf, leaping towards the forest. I stare at this awe inspiring rare breed of a wolf and momentarily forget about the urgency that made me rush here.Only after her magnificent wolf disappears into the deep of the forest do I Snape out of my dazed state. I still cannot shake out my shock.
Aria"You slashed little brother Willie's head with one swift move. Unfortunately, I am going to use this blunt knife to cut yours off. I am going to savour every moment of it. I will be looking right into your eyes. I will forever remember your pain, your fear and your helplessness. I want you to never be wicked again in your next life. That is if you will ever get a chance to be reborn."I do not move my gaze from Connor's fear stricken eyes. I am not going to be compassionate with scum like him. Otherwise, I will never be reconciled in this lifetime if I don't make him go through a pain much worse than he subjected me to. In fact, everything I am giving him will never comapre to the pain he subjected me to. This man broke me. In his hands, I was Battered and Broken Yet I remained Invincible. This idiot and left me for dead but I somehow survived. I believe my survival was for a reason and this reason was for me to live to get rid of scum like Connor from this universe. I start cu
AriaIn the aftermath of the fierce battle that has shaped our destiny, myself, embodying resilience and transformation, stand amidst the ruins, as a beacon of hope for the weary souls of the Luminous Pack and the werewolf community. Battered and broken, yet I have refused to let my pain define me, emerging as a symbol of strength and resilience.As the dust settles and the scent of victory mingles with the lingering smoke, the werewolves gather around me in awe of my unwavering spirit. My journey has been a testament to the indomitable will of the human spirit and the power of rewriting one's own destiny.Henna, my adoptive mother, emerges from the crowd, her eyes reflecting pride and admiration. She has witnessed my transformation, from a fractured and downtrodden soul to the fierce warrior who defied the odds. In this moment, I can tell that Henna feels a renewed sense of purpose. A warm glow of love and acceptance that transcends the scars of the past.Within the embrace of her mat
Aria Two years ago, I still had no recollection of my past. However, that changed the day Henna decided to tell me about how we met. It came as a shocker because I never considered the possibility of us not even being related by blood. I was a blissful child, even though I did not fancy any friends and I had an impeccable love for martial arts. The reason was the fact that we live alone with my aunt. Because that is what I knew Henna to be. I needed to be able to fight or at least defend us if ever trouble came our way. But after our talk, it was no longer just for defense. I had to become stronger and go back and get justice. There was no turning back and there was not going to be any mercy.I remember vividly, the day she came back from work and told me we needed to talk. She looked weary and defeated. I made her a cuppa and we sat down in the kitchen. It always worked for her. Whenever she had a tiring day, I knew that a cup of coffee would instantly restore her vibrant nature.H
Aria"No worries Mom, I packed everything. You will not hear me saying I left behind anything. I am ready to waltz into our new home and new life."It surprises me to hear how calm my voice sounds. Just as well, because I hear my dear Henna, giggling as she walks down the stairs. I am just glad that her mind is at ease. It hurts me to see her worry over me. She is my angel in the form of a human. Had it not been for her, I might have never lived to this age. She may be right about her theory of fate bringing us together, after all. Putting my thoughts aside, I hastily pack up everything and take a minute to double-check.Something made me look under the bed and I am glad I did. There is a box with my old toys and Hope, my brown teddy bear, is on top. When I pick it up, I notice a chain dangling on its fluffy neck. It has a locket and I just know that it is the same one that Henna told me about.I open the locket and three young but cheerful faces stare at me. The little girl in the ce
AriaSeeing him up close, I feel I did not do him justice. Sid might have a haphazard dress sense, and an equally eccentric way of speaking, but he is quite a hunk. He is also not as old as I initially thought.After taking us for a tour around the house, he offers to go buy us takeout, since we have just settled in. We don't decline the offer. I am quite famished and tired. When he returns with the food, I jump up gleefully when I see my all-time favorite mushroom soup in the mix. "Crimson cabbages girl, please no hugs. I am spoken for and my lady is the jealous type. She can smell another woman on me from miles away. I would not want to invoke her wrath!"By the time he finishes, I am clutching my sides from the pain caused by laughing so hard. This guy is hilarious and I am surprised that I am warming up to him fast. Henna is equally as amused as I am. I just know that I am surely going to enjoy my stay here. A part of me wishes that this will become our permanent home. For a whi