Nathanial's perspective: As my head pulls back from the well I feel the real world snap back into focus. My head pounding as I try to blink quickly, letting the blur of the moon goddesses realm fade as my mind races. 'We need to get to Tristan, fast' Croxus growls, filled with rage that another woman has managed to spell us. I quickly place a block over my bond with Cassie, knowing I will need to formally reject her as soon as possible. I can't have her reading my mind and letting Greta know I am on to her plan. Armina's life and the life of my nephew are on the line, there is no room for error or mistakes as I move quickly back towards Greta's home. I know it's where I will find Tristan, he won't leave her side. Unfortunately luck isn't on my side. "Nathanial?" Cassie's concerned voice comes from behind me, "Wait up" she's running. This wasn't the first thing I wanted to do. I sigh, coming to a stop and a quick look around to make sure we weren't being watched. "Where have
Armina's perspective: "There has to be something we can do" I say for what feels like the hundredth time. Being here with my mother should feel like a dream come true. Instead all I feel is frustration and anger as I realise how badly I let myself be played. "You're a goddess; you can pull Tristan here, you can warn him" I beg of her, watching her moon shaped eyes reflect kindness and sadness at the same time. "My power is being blocked in many ways in the world down there, I can only pull those willing to come" she explains. "Can't I help?" I ask; trying to think of any way that can change what is happening down there. "Armina, I promise you, when Tristan finally allows himself to sleep, we will try," she reassures me. "But for now the only thing we can do is hope the path Nathanial is on will open their eyes" my body hurts. My son's life is at risk, yet here I am; unable to do anything to keep him safe. "You said you could pull people who are willing, what about sending messages?
Tristan's perspective: My heart fills empty. My mind unable to process the loss as Armina's body lays lifeless in front of me. I can see her heart beats on the monitor in front of me; as well as the faster heart beats of our son on the fetal monitor. My hand reaches out; gently rubbing her swollen belly as I try to control my anxiety. "Your mother loves you so much" I sigh, noticing how much her belly is showing. "She wants to make sure you are well looked after" my voice breaking. How do I do this? How do I protect the both of them from a force I can't even see? My head drops, leaning against my beautiful mates chest as I watch is rise and fall; the signs of life within her only evident in the breaths that she takes. If only the enemy my family is facing was just flesh and blood like every other. One I could take the lead on and fight back the way I have always done. I have always been the fighter, the only to place my own life on the line. Watching my mate do it instead is break
Cassie's perspective: "What do you mean you want to stay with him?" her voice yells as I cower into myself. I knew she was going to be angry. "Greta, please, you don't understand," I find myself begging. Needing her to understand. When my first mate rejected me; I swore off of love. Off of mate bonds and everything linked with the moon goddess. That is the only reason I was so willing to take on this task. I was sure I wouldn't fall in love with anyone, let alone another cocky alpha who thought everyone else was beneath them. As a beta's daughter, I had met alphas from many different packs, their sons, and every other so-called 'higher up' of several different packs. Every single one of them had proven the same fact again and again. These men saw their mates as less than them, as necessary evil in creating their pups. Even though she was of beta blood, the alpha had always seen her as less than worthy, considering her mother was an omega. "His feelings for you are not real, yo
Tristan's perspective: The entire time Greta was putting Armina under my chest was pounding. Nothing about this felt right. When we arrived at this pack, I was too lost in having Armina back to let my instincts adjust to this new place. Now that it has all sunk in, nothing feels right. The way Greta moves as she places everything in place around my sleeping mate I find myself watching her more closely. The way she keeps gently touching my mates swollen belly; the way she keeps trying to reassure me. None of it feels right. This feels all too rushed, too pre-planned. It's this instinct that has me reaching for my phone and calling someone I can trust to put Armina first to come for back up. When Greta leaves the room I quickly type his name in, he answers on the first ring. "Tristan" his voice deep, "Something isn't right" I state; the certainty in my voice clear. "I need you here, now" he doesn't hesitate, "On my way" "Shayne, keep this between us. If Aiden knows he wil
The moment my eyes close I feel her. Pulling harder on me than ever before. This time I don't fight back, feeling guilty of letting the anger and rage keep me from answering her earlier. "Armina please hurry" her voice is calling as I allow myself to be pulled, surprise and tears filling my eyes as I see she is not alone. "Mum I didn't think" my voice breaks as I run towards her throwing my arms around her waist and breathing her in. "I thought it was a once off" I try to smile through my tears, to show the mood goddess how truly grateful I am for her gift. She does not return my smile, instead looking between me and my mother will understanding as she nods for her to explain. "Armina, you've fallen for a trap, one we were trying to warn you about" her voice shaky as she brushes my hair back from my face, taking in my features. "Trap?" I repeat confused, "I don't" I look between them, unable to form coherent thoughts. "Greta" Selena answers. "There is a reason witches and werewo