Nathanial:She stands to the side, gesturing for me to come in. Hesitating for only a second I walk through, looking around to find everything almost the same. Except for a photo of Sarah next to a candle on her fireplace mantle. The loss of my friend pulling on my heart strings as I turn to face her. She hasn't aged much. Not suprising with witches. She's connected to some major power, she could probably look exactly the same in 50 years if she wanted too. "You took a long time" she notes, watching me shifting uncomfortable. "Had to walk" I confess, looking anywhere but at her face as I add, "Croxus isn't with me at the moment" she isn't suprised. "I know, I felt him leave you" she explains gesturing me to sit on one of the chairs as she moves to sit across from me. "What do you mean you felt it?" I ask surprised, sitting as requested. I find myself finally facing her, watching her bright green eyes as she searches my face. She sighs, "Sarah made me promise a few days ago that if a
Armina.Seven days, it sounds like a bad horror movie. I walk down to hall to Tristan's room needing some time to breathe and absorb this all. Right, I've mastered moving things, tracking, reading people. The memory ability still feels random, I can't always do it on command. I need to know what else I can do. A thought comes into my mind as Tristan comes to into the room, closing the door behind him. "Perfect timing" I almost yell, "I need that diary about destiny wolves and any other books you may have about past wolves abilities" Tristan nods. Thinking for a few minutes before adding, "You don't have time to read everything Armina, I think going and speaking to an Elder may be better, I'll reach out and see if there are any especially interested in that topic" he adds, approaching me and placing his arms around my waist. I lean in closer to him, needing the comfort his he offers and letting his scent calm my crazy emotions and thoughts. "Thank you" he whispers, I look up at him c
Tristan and I have been running the morning training drills, continuing to work on different ways we can fight the lycan even if they have the strength and size. We need to do everything we can to minimise the loss of life on our side. Several pack members from the different packs here because of Shayne join in. We seem lucky that everyone is blending together well, focusing on the coming war instead of picking fights over small differences. It occurs to me that we could be creating something really special here. The biggest alliance in wolf history if everyone continues to get along. More wolves have arrived, from Shayne's allies, Eclipse & from Blood Moon. The numbers we have ready to fight the lycan are unheard of, all we can do is hope that's it's enough. As we train Aiden mind links me. 'We need to talk' His voice serious. 'Can it wait?' I ask, 'Not really. We are finishing up here, then need to get cleaned up. One hour, main room. Bring Tristan & Nathanial' I look up to Trista
As I close my door gently. Trying not to bring anymore attention to myself then what has already happened today, the grief threatening to completely overwhelm me. The moment her neck snapped I felt a piece of me die with her. I understand how Tristan and Armina feel, but they don't know how much she meant to me. Growing up Tristan and I were never allowed to have friends. It was just each other. That didn't help my self-esteem considering I was always comparing myself to Tristan and feeling inadequate. Tristan had clearly taken on the big brother role and as much as I wanted not to be the weak little brother, I wasn't able to measure up. Every time I screwed up and he took control I wanted to object, I wanted to take ownership, but I would always freeze. The 'freeze and nod' I would always call it in my mind, which was always the exact moment when I'd hear our father's voice boom our names. Fear would always take over and no matter how much I'd try to fight against it, I was never a
It's hard being angry at Nathanial. Every part of my being has been so used to protecting him, to taking any consequences meant for him on myself. But to he honest I don't think I would even if I could this time. Armina is a goddess, everything about her has me completely hooked and I couldn't risk losing her for anyone, not even Nathanial. Seeing her in that much pain when Nathanial mated with Sarah was the closest to hate I have ever felt towards my brother, the only time I have ever thrown hands at him out of rage. I hated it. But I couldn't bare what he had done to her. Not just that. Every single beating I had, I tried to internalise the pain. Convince myself I deserved it to not give our father the pleasure of watching me cry or beg. I got so good at it, pain barely even phased me anymore. I could have been beaten to death and probably still wouldn't have cared. There were several times I thought our father was going to go too far, Cole sure he wasn't going to be able to heal
Tristan is silent as we walk holding my hand tightly. We don't say it but I think both of us are really grateful no one will be up for an hour or so. Both of us needing time to process what has happened, what this means for all of us. If Nathanial has wanted to be forgiven he has gone about it in the worse way possible. With Tristan still radiating rage as he walks over to the shower turning it to hot and turning back to me. "I'm sorry" He whispers, his voice broken as his forehead leans against mine. His eyes closed as he breathes our scent. "You have nothing to be sorry for" I state. "I should have known, I don't understand how I missed something like this" he mumbles, heartbroken. "Tristan stop" I order, "Look at me" I order. He obeys, always respecting anything I ask of him. His eyes meeting mine, still showing anger but also fear. "This is NOT your fault, it was never your fault and you are not going to punish yourself for his choices, do you under