TRISTAN "Would you... would you tell me how he survived? And how he's doing now?" Selene's voice was almost too soft for me to hear her question. I watched her as she wiped the tears from her face, though her eyes still showed the fact that she had just finished crying. It took everything in me not to flinch at the sight of her – my mate, my betrayer, the woman carrying my child.The silence stretched, my mind still filled with everything she had finally revealed to me.A part of me still wanted to scream, another part of me wanted to pull her into my arms and make sense of this mess together…and part of me... well, part of me just didn’t know what the hell to feel anymore.I let out a breath and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over my chest. "You want to know how he survived?"Should I tell her about the goddess coming down to heal Tibet herself as an apology for not being able to save her life?For a moment, I thought about keeping her in the dark. The angry, betrayed part o
SELENE"After I moved into the west wing, I felt so alone… and Tibet was like the only lifeline I had. And so I told him everything." My voice was low and shaky as I started talking, and I could not look at Tristan. My eyes stayed fixed on the bedsheets, picking at an invisible thread.There was a long silence and then Tristan spoke Inna clipped tone. "You really were working with Tibet behind my back, huh?"I winced, I did not want to see his face, I especially did not want to see the look of betrayal I knew would be written all over it as he realised that I would have rather died than told him the truth but I chose to reveal that same truth to his brother of my own free will.How could I explain that I had been drowning, and Tibet had offered me the first branch to grab onto?"We tried out a few different things to get rid of the demon, but none of them worked," I continued, forcing myself to keep going even if it made me look like the villain…because I might as well be in Tristan's
SELENETristan walked to the chair beside the bed in silence and took a seat, not saying anything while my mind churned as I tried to figure out how Tibet was still alive even as relief filled my lungs at the news.Tibet is alive, Tibet is alive, those words kept repeating in my head over and over again, and It felt like I could finally breathe again.“How…how is he?” I asked, my voice soft and almost like a whisper, but Tristan heard me.He turned to stare at me for a few seconds, then he scoffed as anger replaced the emptiness in his features.“Why? Do you want to finish the job you started?” He scoffed, and his lips twisted into a bitter smirk.His words slammed into me like a freight train, and I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times, trying to figure out what to say but no words left my lips. I wanted to tell him no, of course not, that wasn’t what happened, but the words tangled in my throat and died there. My lips parted, then closed again. I didn’t even know how to begi
SELENE I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light filtering through the small barred window. The familiar scent of damp stone and cold iron hit me before anything else did, and for a moment, I was confused. Where am I…I wondered as I sat on the hard stone floor, my back pressed against the same rough wall I had leaned on once before. The bars at the front of the room confirmed it. I was back in the cell…the same damn cell Tristan had thrown me into when he found me in the woods. Why was I here again? My eyes drifted down to my chest, then my arms. There was dried blood all over my body, and so much of it too. My shirt was so stiff that it was clinging to my skin in the worst places, and my hands, goddess, my hands, they were stained dark red, almost to the elbows. My breath hitched, my stomach twisting into painful knots as I jerked back in horror, pressing myself against the wall like I could somehow get away from myself. "What the…what happened?" I whispered. The
TRISTANIt had been a week since… everything. A week since I found Selene on the floor, drenched in blood with my brother in her arms. A week since I nearly struck her down in rage. A week since Tibet stopped breathing and then… started again.And honestly…I still had no idea what the hell happened.My head was spinning every time I tried to piece it together. The memory played in my mind like a broken loop, me, frozen in time, the world still around me, and then… that voice. That woman’s voice…melodic and gentle and powerful enough to stop time like it was nothing.I had a strong feeling it was Her…the Moon Goddess. And if it was… then what the hell did it mean that She intervened?I had not had time to dig deeper into that thought because my days were completely buried in pack duties. The border skirmishes with the our neighbouring pack weren’t easing up, one of the eastern watchtowers needed repairs, and half the pack members were still talking behind my back about that night.Oh,
TRISTANGoddess…the thought struck my mind, and if I could move or breathe, I'm sure my heart would have started beating faster at the words of the melodic voice.Goddess, I prayed… I prayed because somehow, I knew. My instincts screamed the truth even if my eyes couldn’t confirm it.This was her…the Moon Goddess. Was she saving Tibet's life as a form of apology for not being able to save Selene's? "Treat that one with care... at least as much as you can given the situation," the voice continued, and her tone was layered with sorrow. "I would not blame you if you were filled with anger at her actions, but she has gone through a lot in her short lifetime, and it is a wonder that her mind has not broken yet."She was talking about Selene, and I hated how those words struck something in me.How could I still feel something for her? After everything? After this?But I did. It wasn’t just love anymore, at least not in this moment. It was something harder, something heavier. A rope pulling