CELESTE’S POV“I think my mother wrote this page,” I mumbled as I opened the next page. It was written in a slightly shaggier handwriting.“The one held hostage at the dungeon back home some time ago?”“I believe everyone is given the liberty of having a single mother throughout their lifetime.” I glared at him from under my lashes.“Well, yeah.” He shrugged. “But it’s hard to believe she ever had time to do anything that can be of benefit to someone else that isn’t herself.”I squinted my eyes, about to lash out. The fact that she was a nasty person doesn't give him the audacity to insult her, not in front of me. As sh
CELESTE’S POV A MEMORY OF HER FATHERWhen I found the Lunaris birthmark on your back, I decided I was going to seal it and keep it hidden with what little magic you had learned from the witches. And that was exactly what I did. I sealed the birthmark and decided to raise you like a normal child. Your mother and I began to conduct our secret research, trying to find out how you ended up with the mark when neither of us had it. After a long time of digging into the past, I realized that you got that from me. My mother was one too. But for some reason, the trait was recessive in me, and it jumped right to you. For a long time, I didn’t know how to feel about it. I love my daughter and would want no witch to come after her. Those people were brutal. At about the same time, I joined the pack politics. I started little, but my passion and deep knowledge of history got me closer and closer to the heart of the pack until I was one of the council members. I told everyone that I was just int
CELESTE’S POV“I fell hard for your mother. She was my everything. I guess you could say she saved me, even. After I met her, I wanted nothing but to put my life back in order. To do away with every and any irresponsible thing I was doing, just so I could be with her. She shaped me into a better person, she urged me to become the best father I can be for you.” I scoffed outwardly, if only he knew what she did after he died. If only he knew the monster he had for a mate. If only he will be able to see what she has turned into right now.“It was a fateful afternoon, I was sitting around a campfire in the heart of the forest, together with some of my comrades from the witch’s Coven, when a crashing sound pulled us off from our discussion. At first, we thought it was just a tired tree that had finally given in to nature and fallen, but the movement became more and more suspicious. Some witches and I decided to check it out. That was single-handedly the first right decision I have ever m
SAM’S POVCeleste was far too interested in the spell book. Even though we have found everything we seek in it, she was still skimming through pages, trying to find answers to the chaos going on within her head. It was evident in her eyes. I believed there was nothing else waiting to be found in the spell book, but that assumption was immediately broken when a small book fell out of it as Celeste continued to roam through the pages. She was so invested in what she was doing that she didn’t even realize something had fallen out of the book until I made it known to her. “What’s that?” She took the words right out head and blurted them out. “No idea.” I turned the book around in my hand to have a glimpse of every part of it, maybe that would help in recognizing it, but there was nothing written on the leather cover. “Let me see.” She stretched her hand forward, and I dropped the book into it. She flipped it open with care and curiosity. “This was written by my father.” “His journal?
CELESTE'S POV"This is way easier than I assumed." Sam chuckled to himself, taking a moment to observe the moonstone but not bothering to come any closer to it, not to speak of touching it. The stone lay in my hand, a gloomy kind of light grey, elegantly simple with no form of design on it. It oddly reminds me of still, clear water on a summer morning. Beautiful. I could get lost in it by just staring, whereas at the same time, there was nothing there to stare at. Maybe it's the history it carried, the power. "I think you should stop staring, it's compelling in a way," Sam said skeptically from the other side of the room. He had now resumed going through stuff again, like he wasn't the one lamenting about finding the moonstone just now. "What? Are you scared of it?" I joked wholeheartedly, raising the Moonstone with one hand. He scoffed and didn't even bother to face me. I am telling you it has the power to keep you locked in, and that's exactly what it was doing to you. Stop stari
CELESTE'S POV"Maybe you didn't say the words right," Sam suggested I repeat the spell, this time, pronouncing each word consciously and loudly. But that didn't change anything. "You need to put a little more meaning into it, maybe." He made another suggestion, but when our eyes met, we laughed out loud at the same time. How the heck was I supposed to put meaning into something that was strange to me? Well, I did try to act intentionally. For each strange word I pronounced, I made it sound like I actually meant it, but even that didn't work. We tried every other possible means to activate the spell, vigorously looking around for something we might be missing, but there was absolutely nothing to help with the spell—nothing at all. On the verge of giving up, I stretched and got up from the seat, ready to tug the book away so I could try again when we returned to our pack. The longer we stay here, the more prone we are to Kaiden's arrest. "Celeste?" Sam's voice was a mere whisper, l