Camila Castello.“Luna!” I got down on my knees, just in time my daughter came bouncing into my open, and awaiting arms. The moment she was safely in my hold, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me. I placed my head on hers, taking a whiff of her scent that always calm me down, while her small arms wrapped around my neck. “My baby,” I cooed. Pulling back to keep her at arms-length, I playfully narrowed my eyes at her, “Tell me,” My hand went to her head, patting down the few tendrils that escaped the neat pigtails. “Have you been good to Uncle Salazar and Aunt Ria?” I asked, referring to Joana’s parents, whom have been acting as god parents to the little girl in my absence. Luna’s small lips slanted upwards into a mischievous smile as she feigned a look of thought. “Uhm…” She then bobbed her shoulders, a small chuckle escaping. “…maybe?” If possible, my eyes narrowed even more because her saying that only means she’s given the two a tough time—an action she’s way too
Camila Castello.Regardless of my earlier thought though, I’ve come to one conclusion. Cassain Gregory is a friend, not a foe. He’s spent seven years making me believe so. And I whole heartily do. And if there’s one thing I understood after spending seven years with them, then it’s that I may have gotten myself a new family—one that have accepted Luna and I despite not without qualms. Sure, it took Salazar a while to warm up to me, but in all fairness, I wasn’t expecting him nor the others to accept me with open arms. Sure, Vampires and Werewolves have a peace treaty, but it has only stand for so long because each stayed in their own territory, mingling only when extremely necessary. I’m honestly even surprised the King allowed Klaus to stay by his side all those years. Ria was more accepting, and has also helped me throughout my pregnancy—while Joana lit up our days with her sunny presence. She’s grown to be an elder sister to Luna, despite them not being related in any way. They
Camila Castello. Adrian Moretti on the same team as Klaus—I’d be stupid to not see what this means. Klaus, Late King’s right hand man and the same person on the same boat my packs’ massacre—the same person that spoke of sacrificing my child for whatever voodoo shit they had planned, on the same team as Adrian. I’d be honest with you—in these past seven years, I had considered giving him the benefit of doubt. The one I had my hatred most directed towards was The King, for I felt he’s the root of all the problems—he’s the evilest one and perhaps, Adrian and I were simply collateral damage. It doesn’t mean I don’t hate him as well. I just thought he’s a little bit better than the old man. I should’ve known better. For him to be on the same team as Klaus, there’s no denying it—perhaps, he’s the mastermind behind it all. And the knowledge that he’s the one my hatred should’ve been directed towards all the time rammed into me like a truck. It knocked the breath right out of me. “Are you
Camila Castello.Cassain has been avoiding me and I don’t blame him. I’m still very much embarrassed that I genuinely prefer he was keeping his distance—I would’ve done so too. I didn’t know how I could look him in the eyes again, after attempting to kiss him shamelessly like that when I very much know he’s still not over his mate. However, after the first few days eventually transitioned into a week, my embarrassment has just about been thrown out the window and replaced with frustration, and I was seconds away from storming into his study where he’s been hiding himself, and apologizing just so the awkwardness between us would go away. I didn’t realize I’ve grown so close to him until then. In the past seven years, there’s never been a day where we weren’t together, or much less, didn’t talk. It’s not like he had issues to attend outside his Kingdom—I mean he does, but in his words, he’s reached the age where he need not attend every event, not when he’s attended countless ones bef
Camila Castello.“A summit?” My brows furrowed in confusion, wondering why the sudden need for one and why they would be invited. If he wanted to have a summit, why not have it with just the people in his Kingdom? Why bother to invite Cassain and his people? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything of such ever taking place before? Wherever there’s something going on one side, the other doesn’t get involved. So, why the sudden change this time around? Could it because it’s a new King? If so then can he change traditions that’s been ongoing for generations? I doubt Cassain would just agree to that—knowing him, he is heavy on traditions and stuff, at least, those of that sort that will disrupt his one-man alone time peace. It will be too bothersome for him to be invited out like that. So, why? Ria nodded, confirming the words I had inquired. “Yes, a summit.” So, I did hear her right. “King Adrian is hosting a joint Summit, and our presence is highly important.” “But, why?” That’s what
Camila Castello.There was something about Cassain I realized during my first few weeks in the Vampire Kingdom. He would lock himself up in his study for hours, refusing to see anyone, not allowing anyone in past those walls he built around himself. He kind of secluded himself away, wallowing in whatever reason he had decided to detach himself away. Then one fateful night, when out of curiosity of not seeing him the entire day, I decided to check up on him in his study. So, I knocked, for like I said, it was still the early days and I wasn’t completely friends, or even that close to him or anything—I was around 2 months in and was still in the first trimester, so it’s a fragile state for me and all. I knocked on the door, and waited for his response, but I got none. I knocked again, and when I didn’t get a response, I got worried. And out of that worry, I pushed the door open and rushed in, already imagining the worst. However, much to my astonishment, he wasn’t hurt in anyway, at l
Camila Castello. “So, what is this I heard about a Summit?” I asked, setting on the arm rest of one of the couches in his office—akin to his room. I crossed my legs in front of me, my gaze fixed on the man making his way to his table. I noticed the earlier picture of Rose now placed on the table, situated perfectly right where it belongs. My lips formed a small, sad smile which I masked away, shifting my gaze back to Cassain, awaiting an answer. He looked around over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Who is the blabbermouth? Salazar, or Ria?” His words proved the only ones aware of the issue. “Does it matter?” I asked instead of giving him an answer, watching as he settled on his chair behind the large desk, “Why the sudden involvement of you in it? It doesn’t sound like something you’d agree to.” He hummed in agreement, his expression yawing serious. “There are certain situations that call for such.” And those words escaping his lips proved my suspicions. Something i
“Together.”.Camila Castello.As much as I hate to admit it, and as stupid as it makes me sound, Cassain was right. I don’t know what to do about this whole thing. The one whose majority of my anger is directed towards is the late king, but with him gone, I’ve naturally directed it towards Adrian, especially after realizing he’s on the same side as Klaus.But then this whole thing has to happen, both Kingdoms at a situation where they have to reunite. I won’t ask Cassain, Ria, Salazar and others to fight my war for me. No, it’s up to me. I would be the one to show Adrian’s true colors to the world, so a rightful leader will rise to the throne.That is the decision I had concluded. That is what I’ve eventually decided to do. I will go to the Summit with Ria and Salazar, and I’d get the revenge I’d promised myself I’d get seven years ago, for my family, my pack, and everyone that suffered unjustly in the hands of the Royal Pack. That is what I’d do.It was the same resolution in my mind