~MearaI stare across at Hazel, feeling myself growing impatient.She sits at her dining room table, flipping through an old book, waving dust out of her face with every page turn.The death's currently plaguing the pack haven't come from nowhere, and it's no coincidence they have started with Sire's rising. This is the curse, and the only person I trust to figure out how to stop it is Hazel.She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter.I don't blame her..."Do you have anything?" I ask, staring down at the book she also gave me to read. The words, strung together like some other language, swim in front of me. This is impossible to decipher.She lets out a frustrated growl. "Nothing reliable."Every now and again her gaze flickers up warily to Sire. He paces incessantly behind me, which seems to be unnerving my friend."We are running out of time," I exclaim. Day by day people are dying, and the guilt from knowing I unleashed thi
~MearaI wander down the street, a heavy burden weighing on my shoulders.People sweep around me as I walk, wary about contracting the sickness that continues to plague the Pack. Little do they know, the sickness comes from the curse, and not from each other.Sire, Hazel and I have been trying to find a way to end this curse for over a week now, and we have found nothing.And considering how tense Hazel is, there may not be one.Swallowing thickly, I push my way into the bar, guilt swarming in the pit of my stomach.I have to do this. It might be the wrong thing to do, but there is a chance this is the only way that the curse will end. Even Hazel admitted it's possible, which is the closest we have been to an answer yet.Sitting at the bar, head lowered to avoid drawing attention, sits Alpha Carran.I need to do this. The fate of this Pack could be relying on this.“I’m grateful you have met with today," Carran greets as I slide into the seat next to him.“We need to make this short.
~MearaCarran leads me into the next room, watching me carefully.I don't know what he thinks I'm going to do...free him? After everything?Sire sits with his back against the wall, every limb chained down. The chains themselves don't look capable of withholding a powerful Alpha, but considering how still he is, it's clear there's even more powerful magic keeping him contained.He drags his gaze to me as I wander in, before shifting to Carran.I can feel his wrath. It's so potent I can practically taste it in the air.“You look awfully free for a kidnapped person," he comments darkly, tilting his head to the side. I hate the way he regards me, knowing he has been betrayed.“I want to apologise to you first," I tell him uneasily.There isn't much I can say that is going to make him feel better. Yet, I feel as though I need to say something, to let him know this isn't something I wanted to do if I had the choice to do otherwise.“I'm going to get out of here," he warns, attention flicke
~MearaI tap my foot impatiently against the ground, chewing on my fingernail.It's been hours. In fact, an entire night has passed and I haven't heard anything. Not once have I moved from this spot, sitting in Carran's living room as if I belong here, waiting for news on what has happened to Sire.I'm convinced he is going to find a way out of this. He's angry, he wants revenge. That's more motivation to succeed than Carran will ever have.But he was cursed once. It can happen again.I hear footsteps first, and then Carran comes through the archway and into the living room.Whether he was successful or not is a question that is answered the moment I see the glint in his eye, the way his shoulders are straight back and proud.A cold, guilty laden feeling creeps along my skin.“It’s done.” He claps his hands together, the sound making me wince.“That easy?”“That easy.”I close my eyes for a moment, nausea rolling through my stomach like waves in a storm. This is the right thing to do,
~Meara-Three Weeks Later-I rush across the street, trying to avoid the deep puddles gathering at the curb.Persistent rain set in over a week ago, only contributing to my foul mood. I tilt my head down, holding a magazine over my head to keep as much of it off me as possible.Things aren't very good at the moment.I look down at my bag of groceries. There has been a food shortage, leaving me with a bag of half rotting, overly expensive ingredients.Carran has tried to assure people that things will get better, although he's almost completely abandoned us.Thankfully, though, he hasn't contacted me since...I pause for a moment, looking down at a newspaper stand that the owners are desperately trying to pull undercover before they are entirely ruined.As I give them a hand, I can't help but notice the headline written in bold across the front.Will This Horror End? The Sickness that Seizes Lives Still Runs RampantI refuse to acknowledge my fear. The reality is, putting Sire back und
~MearaI squeeze my eyes shut as the earth takes me into it's grip, pulling me downwards.Holding my breath, I silently pray for this to be over quickly as I sink lower and lower. My lungs burn in protest, dirt filling every space it can until I emerge from below.For a brief moment I'm suspended in the air before my back slams on the tile below.Coughing, I roll over, clutching my stomach. All the air has been knocked from my lungs and it takes a few moments to get enough back to have my panic subside.Sitting up, I wipe my hair back, scrunching my nose up at the feeling of the dirt that covers me.There's no turning away now.Tentatively I stand, gathering my thoughts. Sire's stone casket rests ominously in the centre of the room, surrounded by the crystal clear water.This place looks exactly as I found it initially. No one would know upon looking here that I've saved Sire from this terrible fate before.And now I'm going to do it again...I just hope he doesn't kill me.I step into
~MearaSire comes down the stairs, looking tense."Where are we going?" I question, glancing down at the note that miraculously appeared on the dresser this morning.We returned to his manor yesterday. He was so exhausted he went to bed almost immediately, leaving me to spend most of the nights with my thoughts.I'm not sure what to feel about Sire and the mate bond yet."I don't feel right. I need more magic," he muses, shuddering as if he can feel the physical sensation of it's absence."You're the most powerful person in this realm, how could you need more power?" I wonder. Furthermore, where could such power come from?Sire rubs his wary eyes, still not entirely recovered."There sheer number of witches Carran has employed is not something I can face alone. I need more magic so I am not vulnerable to another attack," he tells me.I rub my arms. I suppose that is a fair reason, and doesn't mean he is going to use that power in an attack against Carran. But it still makes me nervous
~MearaThe world materialises around us, a cold breeze ruffling my hair."This isn't the manor," I comment, pulling my hand from Sire's as I look around.After leaving the witch behind, we were meant to return back home. However, I'm standing ankle-deep in snow, looking at what appears to be a natural spring carved into the rock, steam wafting up from it's surface."No. It isn't," Sire comments casually, as if he hasn't just brought me to what may very well be a small mountain top that is covered in snow and doesn't have anything around it for miles."Why are we here?" I ask warily."To relax," he says, tugging his shirt off his head. I'm lucky he has magic and was able to bring clothing to himself, otherwise he would completely naked right now.I watch in stunned silence as he kicks of his pants too. "I've been on the verge of death for many centuries, I need a break."He clearly knew of this place previously, as he strides confidently into the hot water with nothing but his underwea