Tristan's perspective: The messages have been sent. All possible allies have received dreams from us, memories and messages passed from this realm to bring the help we will need to protect our son. I feel horrible bringing our family and friends into another war. Another battle where they could lose loved ones. Nathanial has seeked magical help through Mira, who had already been in the know of some of what we happening. The witches were divided, the factions and families conflicted as many had connections to wolves and weren't ready to start a war of the species. He seems confident she is on our side, I'm choosing to trust him, I owe him that much. I'm sure that Shayne and Aiden are already on their way to Red Mountain, bringing our most trusted allies. We didn't tell our mother, scared of her being killed as she has no idea of the enemies that surround her. "You ready?" Selene asks, I nod. I am afraid, I won't deny that to myself. I won't show it though, Armina is barely holding
Greta: "Enough girl" I slap Cassie hard across the face, needing to snap her out of her sobbing nonsense. She's been a sobbing mess since she came into my cabin and found out Nathanial is no longer under her spell. "I love him" she sobs again, I almost hit her again. I've lost all patience as I circle the cabin as I try to think of my next move. My mind unable to focus clearly as another wolf has joined the room. One I hoped never to see again. "You seriously managed to screw this all up" she scoffs at me; her eyes cast down on the sleeping brothers. "We could just snap their necks now, would make it all so much easier" her foot kicking Tristan's side. "They had no mercy for my family" she growls softly, no true anger at that in her voice. "You pretending to care now?" I say without thinking. She's quick, moving ij front of me and attempting to slap me. I drop her down with my magic, watching in satisfaction as her pretty little face contorts in pain. "I tolerate you due to Baylor
Armina: I'm sitting beside Tristan, my hand holding on tightly to his as my heart races so hard in my chest I feel like I can't breathe. The weight of what he is about to face has my world shattering before my eyes. I can't even find comfort in praying to the moon goddess as I always have, she is right here too. She is doing all she can to help us, both with the ancient powers working against us, she is not able to control this outcome. We are waiting for the moon to rise in the human realm, so Selene can support Tristan through harnessing the power of his soul and waking up. This small period of time we have right now, could be the last we spend as still alive in the mortal realm. If I am to survive this and he doesn't, it would be many decades before I would be in his presence again. Something that sounds like my very own personal hell. The risks are clear. If he fails, he could potentially kill himself, his body could be unable to handle the pressure and his h
Tristan: "Tristan, Armina needs you buddy, you need to fight against this" a voice I've known my entire life breaks the never ending voice of emptiness. It feels like I have been here for years, each moment hell as everyone I've ever let down comes to tell me how useless I am. Each one uses facts, my own memories to show me the evil I have done. Each one working to convince me that I am a stain in the world; one everyone would be better off if I were removed. I've been tempted to give up. To surrender. Only her memory keeps me going. Armina. She loves me; truly and completely. If someone as pure as her loves me; there must be something inside me worth saving. Worth living for. Every know and then I swear I can here her voice, or Nathanial's. Begging me to hold on, to not give up. To find them. But before I can ever question how, or begin to hope the voice is gone, the darkness taking over again. "Remember the good Tristan, remember the lives you've saved" his voice continues. Hope
Tristan's perspective: "Tristan, follow my voice" I'm lost, everything is black. My whole soul burning, a penance for every sin I have ever committed. A face I never wanted to see again facing me. "There you are coward" he sneers, his black eyes filled with rage as I feel my body ache. I fall, unable to fight back. I realise in that moment as I place my hand out to defend my face that the hand is not the one of my adult self, instead I'm a child again. "You pathetic excuse for a wolf" he continues, kicking hard as several ribs break under his heavy boot. "YOU KILLED ME!" He growls, "FROM BEHIND" his foot continuing to stomp me as stars fill my eyes. "I MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE" he stops bending down to whisper in my ear; "I made you in my image, yet you think you are better than me" he chuckles darkly, a sound that sends shivers down my body as I push my body to move. This isn’t real. 'Cole' I almost beg, having never needed him as much as I do right now. Silence. His blocked from me.
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