تسجيل الدخولRaven POVA woman stands behind me, long dark black hair cascading over her shoulders, bright green eyes twinkling, her complexion like pale porcelain, a simple white dress gathering tight around her bodice and then flowing down to her ankles, her feet bare. She’s stunning. Ethereal. A mature-aged woman who resembles me. I know instantly who she is and my eyes widen in disbelief. For so long I’ve dreamed of this moment, and now that it’s here, it confirms my worst thoughts. I’m dead. I have to be. Grace Sinclair can't be here otherwise. “Mother?” I whispered longingly, unable to tear my eyes off of her.She's so beautiful. Her smile is sweet like sugar, and her eyes are so bright that it almost hurts to stare into them. I feel myself smiling, my heart skipping a beat. I want to move, but my body feels paralyzed, my feet cemented to the ground. She nods, making no move to approach me. I step forward, my legs quivering. One step, two steps and then I lunge at her, wrapping my arms aro
Raven POVMy mother, handed my father a pregnancy stick. My father’s eyebrows rise as he stares at the stick for a long moment, a look of awe coming over his face. They are slightly older now, but still quite young. She laughs and looks at him expectantly. He lets out a large whoop, rising from behind his desk and picking her up, twirling her around as she laughs and pats his shoulder, begging to be let down. "You’re pregnant,” my father said, with tears in his eyes, "we're going to have another baby, oh my god," he laughed, his eyes wrinkling in the corners.She nods, biting her lip. “Are you happy?”He laughs again, the sound echoing throughout the room. “Happy?” he breathed, “I’m ecstatic, sweetheart. The thought of being a father again is the greatest gift you could ever give me," he added with excitement. “But what if it’s not another boy like Damien? I know that you might want another boy in case, so that you have a spare...": she trailed off, biting her lip, a look of worry o
Raven POVI’m in a meadow, surrounded by the most beautiful wildflowers I’ve ever seen. "Hues of purple, pink, white, and yellow as far as the eye can see. I spread my arms out wide, twirling and smelling the delicate aromas of the flowers. Was I dead? Had my spirit left my body and descended into heaven? The thought of having left Hades behind and my baby never getting a chance to be born left a heavy feeling in my chest. Hades would be devastated. I swallowed back my tears and then looked up, some instinct inside of me urging me to.An image, or rather a video, appears in the air in front of me, forcing me to stop as I look further upwards in wonder. The image was clear, like a movie on a theatre screen. A girl looking remarkably like me, with the same black hair and green eyes, is facing off against a blonde girl that I recognized instantly as a young MaryAnne Sinclair. God, she hadn't changed much in the later years, still same blonde hair and resting bitch face that was for sure.
Hades POVI couldn’t stand still. I paced back and forth in the corridor, growling lowly in my throat in frustration, constantly flicking my eyes towards the doors that led to Raven’s room, unable to hide my fear for my mate.She'd been so lifeless when we took her in. Nothing had brought her back from her deep slumber, and she'd looked like she was practically gone. We were too late. A couple of minutes earlier, and she would have been saved. Who would have guessed that Marissa would escape with a fucking hunter for God's sake? MaryAnne had planned everything, including a backup plan. I was glad that bitch was dead. “You have to let them work on her, Hades,” my sister Aeress whispered, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder as Jackson nodded in the background.I fought the urge to give in and punch the walls, to let out an anguished scream, instead focusing on keeping myself calm while my wolf raged inside my head. I could break down later, but not now. Not when Raven needed me t
Third Person POV“No,” she whispered as he finally finished with her, her body shaking as she sat back up, and he eyed her knowingly. “It can’t be. You’re not my…” she choked out, unable to bring herself to say the words.It was unfathomable, and yet, her wolf continued to entertain the idea, making Marissa feel sick to her stomach. Of all the things she'd dreamed her one true mate might be, excluding Hades, who wasn't her fated, she'd never even entertained the idea that it would be a hunter. A human no less. It happened, but it was rare. She felt as though she was fated to have a miserable existence, trying not to cry at the world that was slowly collapsing around her.“Mate?” he supplied dryly, reaching over and pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “you know better than I that you are.”He was confident, even a little arrogant. “But how?” she trembled, “you’re a hunter, not a shifter.”“Your mother knew. You sensed me once,” he said calmly, “when we were close. You rele
Third Person POVMarissa didn’t let up until they had reached safety, slowing and then lying down to let the hunter off. He climbed off confidently, and then she shifted to human form, the man, “Darius,” wrapping a cloak around her as she shivered from the cold.She didn't know him too well, but something about him made her skin crawl. That and her wolf was acting strangely towards him, which further made Marissa feel disquieted.“Thanks,” she said, sounding wretched.She'd left her mother behind to die. Ran away like a coward and allowed this hunter to help her escape, even though it went against everything she believed in. It was unnatural for a hunter to ally itself with a shifter. He and her mother, though, had some form of relationship and tonight, it had come in handy. He didn't even bother to ask about MaryAnne, though, perhaps already aware she had to be dead.They walked to the main road where a car was waiting. She climbed in as Darius got in the driver’s seat.“Where to now







