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*****TRIGGER WARNING****** If you have ever lost a baby, you might want to skip this chapter.***** *SIANNA’S POV* When my eyes opened, I was in a void with only water and the blue and white sky surrounding me. My feet were covered in the endless lake up to my ankle. The atmosphere was serene with the circulation of good spiritual energy. Before me were a hundred mirrors hanging in the air, showcasing people interacting around each other and just being themselves. When I gazed at one, in particular, an elderly cream-skinned woman with silver hair smiled back at me. Almost as though she could see me standing there. "Follow me," she said. I looked behind me to see if anyone else was there, and then back at her. Still, she beckoned me to come inside the mirror. I raised my right hand and with my index finger pointed to my chest. Me? She nodded. Holy crap! She could actually see me. Curiosity got the better of me so I moved toward the mirror. A sequence of little waves appeared on the
*VANCE’S POV* Marlena conducted the ritual and I observed. Chloe's body elevated into the air amidst the sparkling dust. When she broke the spell, I vomited the contents of the potion and it felt like my intestines were also expelled. The cursed symbol disappeared from my body leaving me lightheaded. Blayne motioned to hold me up but I dismissed his assistance, indicating that I could manage on my own footing. Chloe revived and as the magical tie became undone, she screamed in pain from the crevices in her soul as everything slowly severed. For me, it was like being in a pool of darkness with a spiritual presence looming over me. I experienced a torturous pulling toward the spot where Chloe levitated in the air, but it lessened as Marlena continued to chant her spell. “Vance, don’t do this! Please!” Her voice awakened more disgust in me. I could not wait to send her to hell. My wolf's canine aggression rocketed within me, waiting on edge to tear her to pieces. Marlena finished h
*SIANNA’S POV* The funeral was arranged within two days. Mom and Rionna stayed at my house to help me through everything. They made the arrangements and could only accommodate three hundred people at the interment. Pack members sent their condolences and the living room was filled with flowers and gift cards from sympathetic greeters. It was difficult coping with the sadness in my heart but speaking to our mothers kept me from dwelling on the worst that had already passed. The pain lodged in my heart and it felt like it was permanent. The pack was mourning too and the atmosphere was dull and cloudy. Many of them howled dolefully on the day that they felt their future leader’s death. This day was not one that I could be fully prepared for. Dad with his motivational speech encouraged me to be strong and take it a minute at a time. I was distressed. Making sure that my make-up concealed my puffy eyes, I added enough make-up to hide how dreadful my appearance had altered from overwhe
*SIANNA’S POV* The house does not feel the same since Vance left three weeks ago. It is huge and the suffocating silence is unbearable. Touching base with Duke and Blayne was my way of knowing the daily reports and activities of the pack. Using my Luna command on my friends and relatives was harsh, but Vance needed to understand the consequences of his actions. I am not going to lie, because it was torture without him here. I missed him, and when I cry at nights, it ached more because he was the only comfort that my wolf wanted. I’m falling apart but I continue to treat Vance with disinterest because right now, our relationship was deep in the trenches. I hope that our parents, Hailey and Duke will forgive me for swearing them to silence, while I dealt Vance his punishment. They are the only people allowed to come on the property. Mom stops by every night to check in with me and sometimes she stays over. Although Hailey and I speak frequently, she is focusing on her relationship w
*SIANNA’S POV* “Why is Jazmine here?” I turned to ask Rohan, who doesn’t seem to know the answers. He folded his lips and shook his head with obvious guilt. “Don’t let me Luna command you!” Whimpering, he replied in a shaky voice, “She was brought in by Gamma Blayne for treason against the High Alpha and as an accomplice in the dea…..” He paused to choose his words with care, “your son.” “How?’ I inquired, ready to blow. Jazmine was the last person that I expected to be the mysterious prisoner. I thought that it could have been Esme or another one of Vance’s ex-lovers. Shrugging with hunched shoulders, “I don’t know. Only Gamma Blayne and Alpha Vance are allowed in this room.” Turning to face the barefaced prisoner, I firmly inquired, “What have you done? Tell me how you helped Chloe.” “I don’t know what you are talking about!” Her reply was synthetic, and in a way like she did not understand her plight. “This is the second time that I am asking you, what part did you play in th
*CURTIS POV* Floating around a dark space for months had my mind frazzled. I awaken in an unknown setting, staring at the perforated metal ceiling tiles of white-painted galvanized steel. The same ones that met my vision each time I regained consciousness. I surveyed my room and slipped right back into the darkness. My body was not able to maintain being awake for an extended period. My healing progress has been extremely slow. I am quite sure that days have passed, maybe weeks. Time was something that I could not keep up with. Not until I was fully recovered to maintain my consciousness and get out of this bed. I prayed that today was that day. The beeping of the monitor and the equipment in the modular ward indicated that I was in a hospital. I swore that I had died and gone to werewolf heaven as the fuzzy recollections began to come together in my head. Gradually, I try to comprehend, but it will take time. My name is Curtis Black, so at least I know who I am. I think about my p
-VANCE’S POV* The big day had arrived. The white clouds drifted lazily in the soft breeze at midday, dabbing the azure sky and blazing with the fire of the lucent sun to commemorate the day's auspiciousness. Today, one hundred and twenty-eight people will join our pack after multiple postponements. Everyone except Sianna was present for the ceremony, which was scheduled to begin in half an hour. At my side, standing to receive our newest members is where she should be, yet she was avoiding me still. Threatening to cut all ties with me. Living at the pack house was absurd and miserable. In my opinion, her attitude was overdramatized. Every day, my thoughts sank me into the quicksand of our rifted relationship. But today compelled me to focus on this momentous occasion. Cleopatra had sent messengers to the rest of the rogues in the Regant Mountains to come to the territory. They stood here before me in our temple. The Elders and I were dressed in our ceremonial robes at the Ritual
*VANCE’S POV* This was just fucking ridiculous! It’s been three months and I can’t go home yet. Sianna is being hard-headed and point-blank unreasonable. I did not have sex with anyone. I have been faithful to her since I found her to be my fated one. I drove my fist through the television screen and kicked the half-broken couch through the window, breaking the glass panes. This was the last thing in my room at the pack house that was not damaged. Winter had come and gone. Even so, my fill was unsatisfied. At this rate, I was certain to completely wreck the entire pack house. Searching in the room for something else to smash, but everything was already demolished. Can I blow up something? Or can I simply end this damnable world? My rage will not subdue and it was rotating within me to develop into a full-fledged tropical cyclone. I was overworked and drinking like a damn alcoholic. This was bringing me to a breaking point where I just want to storm over there, tie her to the bedpos