Thank you for all the love for Jenna's story in Healing Powers. Someone is trying to stop the Luna ceremony. Be sure to leave a comment or review. Next chapter update is tomorrow. Ellie xo
Adam POV I was enraged when I saw Jenna’s destroyed gown. I was devastated to see the destruction on her face. The tears she was not holding back while looking at her dress. Mind-linking Sam, “Find out who did this,” I command him. I hear his agreement as he breaks our link. Turning towards Jenna, I pull her into my arms, rocking her as she wipes her tears. Sniffling, she steps back, “This will not stop me,” she says adamantly. I look at her confused. How could we continue not knowing who or what the threat was? “I have another dress I can wear. It is not as perfect as this one was, but I will not let this stop me celebrating being Luna of this Pack,” Jenna says. I slowly smile at her. She is right. Not having the ceremony would fall right into the desire of whoever did this. Whoever did this would pay; however, for now, the show must go on as they say. “Are you sure?” I ask her as her parents also look at her concerned. We knew ther
Adam POV “What do you mean she’s gone?” I yell at a passed-out Stan. Sam grabs my arm as Jack mind-links the Pack doctor to come quickly. Doctor Rivers was already at the ceremony, so he was only footsteps away. They carried Stan over to the Pack hospital with instructions to notify us immediately when he was awake. Running up the stairs to Jenna’s room, I do not see that a big fight took place. I do find Tim already looking around, which I find odd. “What are you doing here?” I demand of him. “I saw Stan was knocked out, I stopped to help him when he told me to come check on the Luna,” he says while he continues looking around. “Have you found anything? Any evidence?” I ask him as Sam looks around also suspicious of Tim. “No, there is no scent of anyone else having been here,” he says before he turns to look at both of us. “Do you think she changed her mind?” Tim asks me. I move forward grabbing the collar of his jacket, “You are joking
Adam POV Having left Stan’s room, Sam and I meet up with Jack and head to my office. As we enter the Pack house, Jenna’s father is waiting in the lobby for me. “I may have someone we can talk with,” he says as he follows us to my office. “Get them here now,” I reply to him. “It is not that easy, Adam; they know there is bad blood between the witches and the Red Pine Pack,” he shares. “I do not care about any of that. My mate is missing, get someone here as soon as possible!” I yell at him. I cannot stand any more of this nonsense. This is not about supernatural politics; this was about my missing mate. Nothing else matters but getting her back. “I will do what I can,” he replies before leaving the room. Looking to Sam and Jack I see their sympathy. I do not want their sympathy. I do not want anyone’s sympathy. I want my mate. “Stop looking at me like that; we will find her,” I say to both of them. “We will find her, Adam; we just nee
Jenna POV Splash! Sputtering, I am coughing trying to catch my breath. “Wakey, wakey, Jenna; it is time for you to wake up,” the male voice says. I slowly open my eyes trying to focus. How long had I been out? Where was I? Was Adam looking for me? Were my parents? My mind was racing as I tried to figure out what was happening, when another splash of water hit my face. Choking, I sit up, realizing I am still in a bed with one hand now cuffed to the bed. I could sit up which was more than I could do when I first arrived. “There she is - my beautiful soon to be mate,” the voice says. I strain my neck trying to see who is standing off in the shadows. “Come forward you coward,” I say to him. My mind is trying to remember what happened. I had been knocked out. I recognized the person but now my mind was blissfully ignorant of everything. I did a check of my body. Nothing was out of sorts aside from the amount of wolfsbane and silver in m
Adam POV It had been a fucking week since Jenna had been taken. We had gotten very little from Tim, even with the torture Sam had been administering. I was just entering the dungeon area, we had moved Tim from his holding cell midweek, when Tim suddenly screamed in agony. It was from nothing Sam had done to him. Looking at Sam I am confused with what I am seeing. Sam moves toward Tim pulling him to stand back up, when Tim doubles over once again in pain. “What the hell is going on?” I ask Sam. “The only time I have seen something like that is when a fated mate dies,” he replies. Looking at Tim, I move closer to him, “Is that what is happening, Tim? The tether is snapping from your bond?” I taunt him. Now he would have a sense of what it was like to lose your mate. Jenna was not dead, but it felt like death to me with her missing. “It is not possible. He promised we would have a life, if we did what he asked,” Tim replies gasping for air
Jenna POV The Rogue King laughs out loud. “I love your spirit Jenna, you are going to keep me on my toes I can tell,” he says. “I have no desire to keep you on your toes. It is time to let me go,” I demand of him. “You know that will not happen Jenna; I have put too much time and effort into acquiring you to give you up now. I have waited far too long to have you to myself,” he says as he leans forward placing his elbows on his knees. I sit back on the bed wanting to get as far away from him as possible. I am still exhausted from the silver and have not heard from Tina yet. If I am going to try and escape, I need her strength to help me. I know I cannot do that yet. “Where are we?” I ask him. “You already asked me that Jenna; I told you I would not tell you yet where we are,” he replies calmly like he is talking to a child. “So now what?” I ask him out of desperation. This being in limbo was killing me and I had only just woken up. “Sh
Eric POV I felt rage overcome my body. I grabbed Jenna off the bed and tossed her against the wall. I knew she was not one hundred percent yet but her defeatist comment enraged me. I saw her small body slam against the wall and slide down to the ground. I felt some of the rage dissipate as I watched her crumpled body hit the floor. It took a moment before she moved. I felt a breath leave my body as I had feared I had killed her. She was my only hope to solve this problem. I had to rely on Jenna to save her. She was all that mattered to me. I slowly moved across the floor towards Jenna as she scrambled away from me backwards. I did not want her to be afraid of me, but she had to know what the cost was if she was not successful. I would not let her live. I could not have my secrets revealed and sadly she would have too much power. I would attempt to mark her once the healing was complete. She was beautiful and I could easily fall for her, if given
Jenna POV I woke up the next morning in agony. Everything still hurt. I was awoken last night to eat supper. I did only to try and build my strength, not because I was hungry. Every bite was a struggle to take. I just wanted to sleep and dreaded Eric coming to see me once again. But he never came, and I was relieved to have a reprieve from the psycho. I looked around my room needing to use the washroom. I go to the small area that you would call a bathroom. I used the washroom and freshened up as best I could. I needed a shower. I needed to feel human again. Instead, I was being treated like a prisoner. I would even take a cold wash in a stream at this point. As I walked out of the closet of a washroom, I was startled to see food there and Eric standing off to the side awaiting my arrival. He looks up from his phone and nods to me as if we were in a normal situation. I glare at him before moving forward to take my food tray to my bed