"Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know." -Alberto Manguel
+Don't worry, this was free to open!!+I just wanted to take the time to thank everyone who followed along with this story. It took a great deal of time to plot, plan, and execute—far more time than I had expected, but I enjoyed it immensely.I learned a lot from this first web novel and feel more prepared for my next one. My goal for the next book is to post one chapter every day at a minimum, aside from possibly a few weekends here and there.This requires me to plan ahead, prepare chapters in advance, and be prepared for any emergencies or last-minute things. However, I realize how important it is for readers to know when to expect more chapters rather than having to guess or check in, and for that, I'm sorry. I do know it happened often at the end of this book but was not intentional.Life has been pretty hard the last several months. Writing has always been something that takes me away from the noise, so I just want to say thank you again for making it even more worthwhile and he
Lucy:I couldn't help but smile internally as Nia and Jax played.I could feel his soul healing. Slowly, but it was healing nonetheless.'You can't kill our mates. That won't make us team with you. It will only create more resentment,' Nia whispers, cuddled up next to Jax.Nia remembers; therefore, I also remember. I remember her pain when they were murdered. I remember the pain her mother felt, a prior Silver Throne Queen, the one in the memory I spent so long trying to understand.I remember the pain she could feel through her bond with Davi.The suffering. The start of what would be considered dark times for the Fae species.An action that caused us to go underground. Fear rippled through our communities as the recognition of our power and abilities became clearer to other species.And then- a promise forged from empathy and understanding.An Alpha, all too familiar with the loss of a child, stepped forward to bear the weight of what his kind had done—the original Alpha of the Cre
Lucy:Memories are like small treasures that can never be replaced with money. They can't be bought or curated.Stolen. Yes. Something we had all learned the hard way.I knew that Nia was special. It was always obvious.She was highly intelligent, despite the fact that I often didn't want to listen to her at first.A product of loss, confusion, grief, and overall naivety.A young girl thrown into the reality of the world. The harshest realities.The kind that makes you or breaks you. Looking back now, I realize that I actively let it break me because loneliness is its own kind of friend.It doesn't comfort you, but it also doesn't hurt you. It doesn't inflict pain with words or fists. It cuddles you and whispers that you're enough, but only in the darkness, only when you're alone.It had curled around me, trying to become me, but I was never meant to be alone.And as nature often does, it unfolded within itself, revealing the truth and pushing me towards a reality I needed to face.
Lucy:The Silver was like an allusion. Maybe it was meant to scare the werewolves away.Silver is feared among werewolves, by nature, something I was never familiar with.Something that, in my nature, was welcomed and celebrated.The water beneath the lake was rich in color. Blues, purples, pinks, and greens.Each color swirled within another, mixing and mingling like the sky above, but it wasn't just that that took my breath away; it was something much bigger.I swam further down into the waters, thinking of nothing other than the destination ahead.'You'll need help,' I hear Rosie's voice in my head.The connection I laid out for us is still prominent.As I look around, I see nothing but seaweed and other plants beneath me.'I can't hold my breath much longer,' I explain to her, even though it's clear that she's aware.'I know, I'm almost there. Hold on,' her voice is soft like it's always been, but there's more life in her than before.I continue to swim forward when I catch a glim
Lucy:"What is this?" I ask, my hands still trembling and weak from Zeak marking me.Trish had made me more of the heat potion, not just for me but for others who wanted to wait.His marking was similar and yet different. Extending from my other marks. Aphirages curving and flowing down my back in the shape of wings.A symbol unlike any that Nadia had ever seen."It's your mother's ceremonial dress, passed down for generations," Nadia smiles at me.She gently hands me the long silver garment bag. It has soft black-and-white engraving around the seams in Fae encryption. I set it down on my bed and unzip the bag before opening it to the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. It nearly takes my breath away.The sleeves were long and made of thin white lace. The body of the dress was pearl white silk and would easily flowed easily down to the ground.Nadia stood behind me in front of the mirror after I put on the dress. Her eyes watered with held-back tears, and she looked at me in a way
Lucy:Zeak gasps as we all tumble through the portal and into the last spot I can remember Liam and me being in the cave.My memory took us to this space, and somehow it felt more familiar to me than before. I shift my eyes as I gain my bearings."Are you okay?" I ask Zeak, who is dry heaving off to the side."I'm fine," he mutters, straightening his posture to look at me."I'm fine," I mimic sarcastically, getting irritated and moody at his behavior."C'mon, little mate," Leon chuckles as I glare up at Zeak.'He will come around,' Nia continues to remind me, but I'm over it.I'm done with him hurting my feelings."What is this place?" Zeak asks, obviously ignoring my feelings and outburst."It's where we are connected to the other realms," I say quietly. I hadn't really talked about this with any of my mates up to this point."Our connection was broken along the way, which caused the flow of that connection to stop, hence the pond instead of a river. This cave is the key. I'm just n