ANDREW
Silently I listen to Lyra as she explains that she wants to travel back into the darkness to find James. She believes that something is holding him there and that is why he is unable to wake. Confidence fills the room as she speaks about her plan. I do not know if she is doing it on purpose to get me to agree, or if she is just that sure of herself. Once she is done explaining she sits quietly with her small hands placed in her lap, waiting for me to respond.
“Let me get this straight. You want me to allow you to travel into a place that you call ‘the void.’ A place that you describe as the darkness between this life and the afterlife, while you are pregnant, to retrieve our mate.” I repeat her plan to her.
Nodding in agreement she places her hand on my own. “I will not physically be going. Just my mind,” she adds, like it makes the situation more comfortable for me.
“What if you do not return? What if you end up like him for the rest of your
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ANDREWSilently and helplessly I watch as Lyra goes limp beside James. I do not dare move her for fear of breaking the link that she is trying to create with James. Her arms fall limply from James’s temples and her head falls on his shoulder. If I did not know better it would appear that they had fallen asleep together. I wait for the rush of jealousy that I used to feel when they would get close, but it does not come. Them laying together feels right. Lyra is right, without James we are not complete. The longer she stays in the void the farther she feels from me. Brax begs for me to call for her through the bond, but I refuse. Pushing him to the back of my mind, I keep my focus on the pair in front of me. A rush of cold pulses through my heart, just as tears fall from Lyra’s eyes. Soft sobs escape her mouth as she lays sleeping next to James. I try to hide my fear for what she is going through but I know that something has gone wrong.“You ca
LYRA It has been two weeks since James woke up. Two weeks since I traveled into the void and realized just how dark his mind had become. To be completely honest I am worried that he will never be the same. He is broken, I just pray that it is not beyond repair.I would be lying if I said that the memories of the void did not make their way into my mind every day. They sneak up on me during my most quiet hours of the day. The dark, slimy tendrils entangle themselves within my mind, trying to remind me that I am not worthy of love or my position as Luna. Sometimes the memories of the darkness are overwhelming, and it is all I can do to stay afloat. Other times they are just an annoying prickling reminder that my life is not really what I think it is. If the void affects me after only being in there for a day, I cannot imagine what plagues James. Since coming home, James refuses to sleep in his room or join our bed. He spends his nights pacing the hallways and mu
JAMES When Lyra’s vision floods my mind, it is as my body is moving on its own. Like it is a destined path that I have to willingly follow. I look down at the tiny baby in my arms. He is the perfect blend between Lyra and me. As his stunning blue eyes look up at me, all of the darkness let from the void disappears from my mind. The vision disappears from my mind and Lyra is standing in front of me with tears streaming down her face. I take a moment to take in the vision of the woman standing in front of me. It is like I am seeing her for the first time in months. Lyra is standing in front of me with all of her clothes on, holding both of my hands. I can see the need in her eyes as we look at one another. Dropping her hands I grab her face in my hands as I press my lips to hers. At first the kiss is greedy, both of us grasping at one another’s shoulders trying to pull each other closer. I peel the wet shirt from her body revealing the lacy black bra that is hi
LYRA As I step through the library doors, I inhale deeply, the musty smell of old books is one of my favorite things. The she-wolf behind the desk offers me a fake smile as I pass her desk and make my way to the computers in the center of the library. Taking a seat at the only free computer, I make the mistake of glancing back and the front desk and the woman behind it is glaring at me. A shutter travels up my spine as I try not to think about which one of my mates she may have been involved with before I came along.I stare at the search bar on the library computer, and I wonder if the searches are tracked. I scan my card with the reader and type ‘witches’ into the search engine. I watch as the little blue circle in the center of the screen circles around and around, before only one book shows up on the screen. It is a children’s fictional book call The Werewolf and the Witch, and it is checked out. I blow out a deep breath and tap my long nails on
JAMESLyra and Andrew both turn to me with stunned expressions. “What? I used to be a kid once,” I say, frankly a little offended. “Can you remember enough of the story to tell me?” Lyra asks and I notice that the flames burning around her fists are starting to simmer out. Andrew scoffs at her request. “How is a children’s story going to be informative?”Just then Lyra’s hands burst back into flames and Andrew raises his hands and backs away from her slowly. Grabbing her hand, I ignore the flames that are burning my skin. I lead her to the couch and gesture for her to sit down. Propping several pillows behind her, I pull her feet on my lap, and begin to massage them before I start the story. Andrew is glaring at me from the kitchen, and I stick my tongue out at him in defiance. “Once upon a time,” I begin before Andrew interrupts. “Can you just give the short details?&rdqu
LYRAMy mouth is wide open gaping at James, but I cannot bring myself to close it. The revelation that he too is connected to a witch heritage is unbelievable. Why would the Moon Goddess bring us together like this? Why would she give me a daughter knowing that nothing but pain will come from her birth?Shaking myself back to reality, “Andrew, I really need those books.” Andrew is looking everywhere but in my direction and a flood of guilt fills my brain through the bond. “What did you do?” I demand to know.“It was not me,” he starts. I am crossing my arms over my chest I raise an eyebrow in his direction, already feeling the fury of anger building in my system. “Alpha Darin had any information about witches banned from the pack.”Alpha Darin, why does that name sound so familiar? Then it feels like my chest is restricted and I cannot breathe. “Alv
ANDREW The smell of fried bacon is wafting through the house. Lyra is following her nose like she is looking for her mate. James and I exchange an amused look knowing exactly what is happening. Lyra may not be willing to eat meat, but it seems like the baby is craving it. Bolting down the stairs, Lyra heads straight for the kitchen, and presses herself up against Abigale to see what she is cooking. Lyra rests her head on Abigale’s shoulder and breathe in deeply, letting out a moan at the smell of the bacon frying on the pan. Poor Abigale, she is amused but clearly uncomfortable with the close proximity with her Luna. A frustrated growl leaves Lyra’s chest when she realizes that she was drawn to the smell of meat. She quickly backs away from Abigale and begins to mutter something about being a vegetarian. I start to chuckle, and James cannot help but join in. From the moment we found out that Lyra was a vegetarian we both thought it was absurd. Wolves are carnivores
ANDREWJames and I take turns sitting with Lyra on the front porch in silence. She reluctantly let the pack doctor look her over, but she refused to move from the swing. The air is getting cooler as the sun sets in the sky, but Lyra does not seem to be cold. In fact, she does not seem to be anything. It is like her body is on the swing, but her mind is miles away. Every now and then I reach through the bond to try and catch a glimpse of her emotions or thoughts. But every time I do, massive walls build around her mind, and she glares at me from the swing. The turn of the doorknob behind me clicks and the smell of coffee hits my nose. I look up to see James trying to juggle three mugs of coffee. Hopping to my feel I take one of the mugs from him and pass it to Lyra. She takes it without a word, holding it between her hands, and taking small sips. Taking my mug from James we settle ourselves against the wall of the porch. “Has she said anything else?&rdquo