LOGINCHAPTER SIXTY:Saphielle’s POV: “You’ve been warned!” The old lady yelled at me, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Stay away!”“Then tell me why?!” I shot back. “Why do you keep coming to me if you won't give me clarification?”She didn't answer; instead, she kept crying as I watched her form disappear slowly. Goddess. This was frustrating. I need to wake up. How do I leave the stupid dream?I was fucking sick and tired of coming back here. It drove me crazy!!!“Saphielle!” A familiar voice called out behind me, making goosebumps scatter across my skin.What the fuck? It couldn't be. I turned and the last person I expected to see, dressed like the rest of the soldiers with a sword in his hand was Azrael. “Azrael?” I gasped, taking in his form. “This isn't real.”It felt like I had to remind myself of that. This is a dream.But Azrael, he felt too real. The man before him was every bit the man I knew except his eyes.Where were his eyes?Why was there just plain skin where there s
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE:Saphielle’s POV: It was going to take some getting used to. I still felt that slight ache in my heart. And I feel kind of awkward around her but it’ll get better, I hope.I really want to let it go. I'll try.“Does Kasper treat you well at least?” I asked moments later after we both settled down. She forced a laugh. “Of course, he's the sweetest.”The way she talked… her body language… I wondered if I was reading too much meaning into it. If I should tell her he tried to get back with me recently.Wait. How did I forget that? I'd been so self-absorbed that I completely forgot about that..But I couldn't tell her. What if I’m wrong? I mean, it could mean he was messing with me, right? After all his actions proved he never really liked me, even though he was trying to make us ‘work.’ Eventually, she asked me about my dream again. I gave in. “Not to be overly superstitious, but these aren't just dreams anymore,” She said quietly. “Last time we summed it up to y
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT:Saphielle's POV:Liora?But that name doesn't ring any bells… Sure, it wasn't a common name but I know at least five girls in this dorm who bear it.“Mom, is there anything else you can tell me about the night terrors from that time?” I asked, hopeful. “No, hon. That's all I can remember,” she replied. “And please, Saphielle, keep your necklace on at all times. I'm begging you. Please, you know—”“It was just that ONE time, ma.” She sighed. “It still is dangerous. I'm so worried right now; I might go down to your school to confirm everything is fine. Please, protect it, guard it like it's your life or our family will be ruined.”Here we go again.“And you still won't tell me why a necklace holds the safety of our family?” She paused for a second. And then she spoke, “No dear, it’s much safer for everyone if you're kept in the dark.”Same reply as always. Why did I even expect any valuable response? “Alright ma, I've gotta go. Say hi to dad for me.”“Okay, ho
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN:Saphielle's POV:“You wanna tell me what happened in your dream?” Leanne asked, breaking the awkward silence.“No.”She blew a breath, flexing her fingers around the wheel. “Same nightmares? The one with the woman and child?”I kept quiet. But she didn’t take the hint.“… I don't see any marks on your neck like the last time. Was it because I woke you up?”Unable to hold back, I blurted. “It changed. Now can you stop trying to spark a conversation?”“Wait.” She eyed me briefly, completely ignoring my request. “What do you mean it changed?” “Nothing,” I said firmly. “Let it go.”Surprisingly, she obeyed. Which was good because I had bigger problems and I wasn’t even sure mom would pick up the phone. It's been three weeks since I tried reaching her.Minutes later, we pulled up to my dorm. “Thanks,” I said quickly, climbing out of the car. I hurried up to my room, but as soon as I walked in, I was surprised to find someone sitting on my bed.“Rina?” I frowned. Ri
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX:Saphielle's POV:The heavy stench of burning flesh, the overwhelming smell of blood, I could almost taste its metallic taste on my tongue.It's happening again.But it's weird. This time I am aware it's a dream... or is it?Because it didn't feel like one, it felt familiar, like a memory… I can't explain it but it feels like this was something I was supposed to remember? It felt like my mind was trying to get me to remember what happened here but it made no goddamn sense.Goddess help me. Am I going insane?One thing is certain, though: it's the same dream I've been having. But the crying mother and her child aren't here. I don't know if I should feel relieved about that because the soldiers are still as violent as ever ignoring the cries of the people as they put an end to their lives one after the other without any mercy. Why are they doing this? Why is no one stopping them?More importantly, why do I keep dreaming about this place? About a world I never existed
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE:Azrael’s POV: “You think he’ll be okay?” Caspian asked, breaking the silence as I drove us up to the palace. “He looked worried as hell.”An annoyed sigh escaped me. “Of course he was worried. Why wouldn’t he be when you ran your big mouth about ‘problems we needed to tackle’” From my peripheral view, I could see his jaw drop dramatically, eyes widening..“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” He retorted. “You know damn well it is better to deal with this mess faster than let it linger. Like, yeah, you wouldn't be punished but the people would start talking if we let things get out of control.” I said nothing as I continued to focus on the road ahead.He was right though. Things could get out of control.People would talk. I know what this looked like; the heir to the throne killing alphas like they were bugs. The people would fear for their lives thinking it was worth so little. So it was better to give them an explanation earlier on, put their minds at ease, and do w
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Saphielle's POV: ‘ENOUGH!!’ The growl didn't sound human, it was out of the ordinary. Somewhere between man and beast. The hall was deathly quiet, and it felt eerily cold too, like the presence of my savior had evoked such a chilling atmosphere. I was still on the floor, clut
CHAPTER NINE:Azrael's POV:I couldn't stop pacing the length of my bedroom, clenching fists, trying to ground myself.This wasn't going to end well.I knew how it went.Rosita would whine and cry to her father about my behavior today and because her father can't say shit to my face, he'd run his mo
CHAPTER ELEVEN:Saphielle's POV:Asshole!Dickhead! Motherfucker!Never in my life have I ever cussed out anyone this hard.Ugh! I want to kick his stupid face.Huffing, I threw my door open, stepped inside, and slammed it. Hard enough to wake Becca who sat up and glared at me.It was on the tip o
CHAPTER TEN:Azrael's POV: “I don't want you talking to my brother anymore.”I'll admit, that wasn't the best opener for a conversation but I'd been driving quietly for over five minutes—it needed to be done. She laughed.Not the soft giggle she gave Izar. No, this was harsh and humorless.My gri







