---Warrick---
Divina drifted away from me as she explored the room we were in at the top of the pyramid. Greg and I were talking to Carlos and Tomas when I felt the need to check on her. I looked all around the room and didn’t see her. “Greg, did you notice where Divina went?” I ask him. “No, maybe she went to hang with Bren and Gloria,” he says. “Maybe, but something doesn’t feel right,” I say. Greg is immediately on high alert. “You feel something through your bond?” he asks me. “No and that is what is worrying me. I can’t feel her at all,” I say. Greg mind links Bren and Gloria, but they haven’t seen her.
“There’s no way she would have gone past t
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---Greg--- I feel helpless. I can’t get through to Divina through mind link to see if she is okay. It’s like she disappeared from the face of the earth. If Warrick wasn’t adamant that he can still feel her, I would think she was dead. The thought sickens me. I can’t imagine a world without her in it. We have been searching for something that would open this gap in the wall for thirty minutes without any luck. Warrick sits on the ground and leans his back against the wall. “FUCK!” he yells, and I can tell he is at his breaking point. His head drops to his chest before he slams it back against the wall pressing his fists against his forehead. I watch as his body starts to glow an orange color and flames start to dance across his skin. “Uh, Warrick. You are on fire man,” I say and take a couple steps back.
---Warrick--- What in the actual fuck is going on? The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end and I was struggling to keep Nox from shifting. The sound of my bones snapping and popping back in place would give us away. I crept forward on soundless feet to get a better look at what was going on, only to press myself back deeper in the shadows when a group of demons passed by. The large demon was talking in a language I didn’t understand, and I was so engrossed in what he was saying that I didn’t notice the other presence that had joined us in our hiding place. Greg reached out and touched my shoulder, drawing my attention away from the disaster in front of me. Alejandra was crouched down next to Greg and hanging on to him like her life depended o
---Divina--- I pull away from Warrick and face the bars of our cell. There are several feet coming toward us from the sound of it. My heart rate quickens and for the first time since I found myself here, I was truly afraid. What if we can’t get out of here? What if something happens to Warrick or Greg? A man that I had never seen before but looked familiar stepped in our line of sight. Warrick gasped and when I look at him, I suddenly knew why. The man standing before us was his father. The resemblance was uncanny except where his father was cold and closed off, Warrick was warm and open. “Dad? What the fuck? How are you here?” Warrick asks. His dad turns his cold eyes to him, and they widen. “Son. What have you done?” he asks. His voice low and deadly. “Me?! What have you done?” Warrick shoots ba
---Warrick--- I can’t do this. I can’t reject her, my entire body rebels against it and I can’t utter the words. There has to be another way out of this if I could just think through the pain of having my wings hacked from my body. My dad threatens to kill Divina and I can tell he is not bluffing as he presses the gun tightly against her temple. I shut off all my emotions and push Nox down so deep that I can no longer hear his pleas for me to find another way to not takes his mate from him, from us. As I say the words that sever our bond, Divina’s cries nearly do me in. Her desperate pleas and devasted face will haunt me for the rest of my life. As the pain rips through my heart, I double over and try to pull myself together. When my father tells her to reject me, I steel myself for the pain that will o
---Greg--- The man walks out of the tree line and never takes it eyes off Divina. He doesn’t acknowledge my presence since he is completely focused on her. “Who the fuck are you?” I ask him and his eyes snap to me, just noticing me for the first time. “Watch your language, son,” he says and looks back at Divina. “I’m not your fucking son. Who the hell are you?” I say and step between him and Divina. The man stands to his full height and narrows his eyes at me, sizing me up. “I’m her father. Who are you?” he says. “That’s a fucking lie. Her father is dead.” I counter. He looks at me with sad eyes and sighs, running his hand through his hair. “My
---Warrick--- I shoot up out of bed and my screams die down as I realize where I am. I am back at the Blood Moon Packhouse in my bedroom. Every night, for the past three months, I am plagued by nightmares. I relive her death over and over. My sweet, beautiful mate. I watch her fall lifeless to the ground after my father put a bullet in her brain. I can’t stop replaying the look on her face when she realized I was going to reject her and her criesfor me not to. The guilt is eating me alive. I was trying to save her, protect her, but it didn’t matter. My cold-hearted father killed her anyway. As soon as we got back, I had to tell her mom and Alp
---Greg--- It’s been three months and Divina still hasn’t woken up. Michael assures me she is okay and to give her time, but I am starting to get really worried. She mumbles in her sleep and on more than one occasion she has woken us up screaming, but she has never regained consciousness. The healer that Michael called in said that she has been traumatized and her mind is keeping her unconscious until she is ready to face everything. I want to go home, but I can’t bring myself to leave Divina, and there is no way for me to reach out while we are here because no technology nor mind links work here. I spend my days helping out however I can and have s
The man rolls his eyes and cuts them to Selene. “Seriously? Do I look that much like Michael that people get us confused?” he asks, clearly annoyed. Selene giggles and her eyes dance with mirth. “You both look similar, but I never have had a hard time telling you both a part.” The man turns back to me and says, “No, I am not Michael. My name is Archangel Gabriel.” I gulp and whisper, “The Messenger Angel.” He nods and he visibly relaxes. “I’m assuming since you are here, you have a message for me,” I say bluntly. “I do. Your friend, Divina, is probably the most important person in the world right now. We were hoping that she would be able to avoid the current path that she is on, but now that she is on it, all you can do is help her through it,” he says. “How am I supposed to help her?” I question him.