"Why did you let her escape?" an eerie voice in the dark asks.
"I'm sorry My Queen," a woman who looks be be in her early twenties, dress in all black, who have bandages place around her neck, and also a crescent shaped necklace falling to her chest.
She kneels before the strange woman in the dark, the Queen of the witch clan Sharona.
"Will sorry suffice for your carelessness?!" You know the rules Ericka, 'Once your face is compromised...."
There is silence.
"Answer it Ericka. Do not be a coward! You know all so well that there are no second chances. Witches as us do not have this luxury".
Walking to Ericka, Sharona bends low, taking her chin in the tip of her hands, she kisses her farewell. She then turn facing the Eastern window, she repeats:
"Once your face is compromised....."
"My life is..And we give our lives so she may live on to wreck havoc on the son's of Lycan," she completes. And as if one that is possessed, she takes out the crescent sliver blade and slits her own throat.
Queen Sharona, walking over to the now still body, she bends over it again, using her palms she cover the still open eyes muttering a prayer:
"May mother Gaia welcome you to her bossom, and may Moriggan find you worthy of her cycle".
With that she cut the locks of Ericka's hair, as a send off rite to their ancestors.
She mutter beneath her breathe. "I won't forgive you Alessia for daring to bring your Hybrid blood as a source redemption to the Lycans! None of the children of Lycan shall find redemption till I wipe you all from the surface of the earth and send you to Selene to forever wander on the moon!! You have been cursed and cursed I shall make you remain", she let out a cruel laughter, which shakes the entire building.
"Mother!" comes a voice behind her.
"Yes!" she snaps.
"You have a visitor."
"Who is it?"
"Alpha Derek's Beta, from the Greenwoods pack".
She smiles devilishly.
"Welcome him. Wait, on another thought, I'll welcome him. Get rid of Ericka's body".
With that she walks out of the room. Going to welcome the Beta.
*************
"Welcome! To our humble abode Beta. How may we help you? We haven't offend your Alpha, have we?" she smiles sweetly.
"No. Not at all, my lady! Alpha Derek wishes to be at peace with you. He asks for a favor, that you grant him audience with your wounded daughter, the one, one of ours mistakenly hurt".
She smile again, holding her two palms together, she says, "I'm afraid we lost her this morning Beta".
"You said, she survived the wound."
"Yes she did. But we found her dead this morning. She killed herself. It appears she had been depressed all this while and finally sought death as the only option to her".
Darren stares at her. He knows she is lying, they had killed her to cover up their tracks.
"Please accept my condolences on behalf of my Alpha and pack".
"Thank you Beta. Now if there isn't any other business to discuss again. I will have one of my daughters escort you back to your territory." she offers warmly.
"No. I won't have you go through the trouble, my lady. I shall leave then. Selene be with you!"
"And with you Beta ".
After the farewells. Darren head back to his pack, with his two escorts, the strongest Gammas, to inform Derek of the new development. While Sharona deliberate on her next scheme evilly.
"What on earth is Sharona up too?" Why is the girl who survived Alessia's wound dead? Alessia, The children of Shanti, The Witch Clan, Waterwoods pack? There must be a connection to all these."
The mountain pack - That is Alessia's place of birth according to her uncle, and that pack was also annihilated!
"What is the thread Sharona is trying so hard to break?" Darren thinks out a loud.
All this thoughts, swirls round Darren's head, he's eyes shifting from it usually grey color to his wolf's eye, a searing blue and back, he and his wolf Kael, are in sync, as they head eastwards toward the raising sun, back to Greenwoods.
Derek’s POV: Two Moons LaterI sit in my office, eyes skimming over pack duties, barely focused. The weight of the past few weeks presses down like stone—battle councils, alliances, endless rebuilding.Just as I’m about to call it a night, the door bursts open.Darren barrels in, panting like he outran a storm.“What in the gods’ name are you breathlessly here for, Darren?” I groan. “If this is about another event, I swear I’m done attending anything for the rest of the month.”He cuts me off. “The Luna—”I blink. “What about Alessia? Is she throwing another—”“She’s in labor!” he blurts.I freeze. “What?”“The baby is coming, Derek!” he shouts.I
Third Person POV:Raven’s golden eyes blazes as she squared off with Ryel, lightning crackling faintly at her fingertips."Is this how you treat the one who raised you?" Ryel snarls."You killed her!" she screams. "You killed Olivia!"Ryel only laughs, dark and hollow. "No, Raven. I saved her. Her essence was a worthy sacrifice for this cause. She was chosen. History will remember her as part of a rebirth that transcends death."Raven’s face twists in fury. "You sick, delusional psychopath. I’m going to kill you."She lunges.Alessia moves to help, but Cyre grabs her arm. "No. This is her fight. We have to trust her. Meanwhile, the veil—" she points to the seething rift behind Ryel, light bleeding from it, pulling reality inward. "We need to close it. If it stays open much longer, it’ll consume the world."
Derek's POV:I walk ahead towards my office, my jaw taut, beneath my silence is fury. Alessia and Darren, just behind match my pace. We don't speak until we reach the office, and even then, it's the heavy this of the door closing that breaks the tension.Raven is already there.She stands near the window, arms crossed, hood down. Her fox ears twitches once in greeting, or warning - I can't tell.She turns slowly, and her eyes - still unnervingly gold - land on me first, then Alessia."You tortured her," she says flatly. No judgement. Just a fact laid bare."She warned it," I reply. "And she still didn't talk."Raven's gaze lingers on Alessia. "But you got close. She's shaken. That matters."I step forward. "Why are you here, Raven? You weren't supposed to leave your tent, the wings given to you for the duration of you
Alessia POV:The guards obey swiftly, dragging Mathilda forward. Her feet stumbles, but her head remains high - chin lifted, mouth tight line of disdain as they strap her arms and legs to the reinforced silver-inlaid chair.Mathilda's blind eyes - if they are truly blind - don't blink when the chains snap shut."I see you still enjoy your theatrics, Alpha," she says dryly, her voice cool and gravelly. "Or has fear made you a showman now?"Darren glances at Derek, waiting for a signal.He gives none.Instead, he steps forward until he's few inches away from her."Spare me the performance," he growls. "You've danced behind your veil long enough. We're done playing nice."Her lip twitches. "Ah, so we've moved to threats.""No. Truths." He nods towards the table behind Darren, where the tools lie neat
Raven's POV:Long after Cyre left. I sit with the book, fingers twitching at the edges of the pages trying hard to read it. But I can't. The text ripples in front of me any time I try to.I blink. Again.Nothing.I sigh.What the hell is wrong with me? I mutter, shutting the book with more force than necessary.The wind shifts.And then I smell it.That scent. Familiar - sharp like burned safe, laced with crushed petals. It's hers.Olivia.Along with it, there's a scent that doesn't belong.I rise slowly, scanning the treeline from the edge of the den's eastern garden. The moon casts pale shards through the forest canopy - and then I see it.A cloaked figure. Moving swiftly among the trees."What the hell - ?"
Olivia's POV:I shouldn't be here.The corridor is dim, tucked just behind one of the carved alcoves in the East Wing. I come looking for the young man I'd a one night stand with. I'm in heat and could do with a nice, steamy, hot sex to cool off my nerves.But I can't move. Not after what I'm seeing.Two guards. One frail looking woman between them.They're dragging her - no, not roughly, but not gently either - they reek of secrecy. And that moment, as the light hits her face just right, I see her.She's not just some prisoner.She's the blind old seer.The one who foresaw Ryel as the Lycan and ultimate ruler of the world.The one who whispered. "Greenwoods must fall for you to rise to the position of Lycan."I freeze, pressing my back against the wall so hard it hurts.