A lone woman walks alone along the shore, her clothes whipping about her frame as a storm can be seen brewing on the horizon. She carries a small wooden box close to her chest as her eyes scan the blood-splattered sand. What she is looking for is uncertain, but once she finds it, she lets out a muffled sob of grief and collapses to her knees.
Reaching out a shaky hand, she collects what seems to be the remains of a child no older than eight or nine. There isn’t much left of the child, but by the cloth that still clings to the bone, she can tell that it is the one she seeks.
She says a small prayer. She gently places what she can in the box she carries. However, amongst that prayer is a curse that is putting into motion the revenge she seeks.
Standing, she quickly brushes the sand off of her long black dress and begins to make her way towards what looks to be a compound.
Once she arrives, she pulls out a set of metal cutters and begins to work the large chain that holds the doors to the building closed. Rust and shards of metal begin to fall to the earth as she continues her task despite the exhaustion she feels after the long journey she took to get to the island she is currently on.
Above, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles. A strong wind begins to whip around her, causing her black veil to press against her sweaty skin and stick. The ocean behind her begins to work itself into a frenzy and the sand that is picked up from the storm that is brewing around her stabs at her skin like tiny needles.
The curse has begun and the woman must get inside in order to complete it. This thought alone spurs her into action and gives her strength. With one last squeeze, she manages to snap the chains keeping her from her destination. Untwisting them from the handles of the door, she gives a tug, causing the hinges that haven't been used in years to creak loudly.
Stepping inside, the woman begins to look around. At first she seems to not be able to find what she is looking for, but after a minute she lets a triumphant smile spread across her lips. Moving once more, she makes her way to a room which is blocked by a door that is on its last leg.
Pressing her hand against the rotting wood, she pushes and watches as the door falls to the ground, causing dust and splinters to explode all around her.
Coughing, the woman waves away the disturbances and steps inside the room that seems to be an infirmary. Its walls are lined with shelves that contain herbs and medical supplies, and the desk that sits in the middle of it is covered in unfinished medical reports. But that isn’t the thing the woman is seeking. Instead, she is after what lies inside the drawers of the desk.
Using her still shaking hands, she begins to rummage through the files that line the drawer until she finds one file in particular. Lifting it, she quickly shuts the drawer and makes her way to a cabinet that sits along the right wall of the room. Inside the cabinet are DNA samples of every child that was ever sent to the island to either lose their lives or take the lives of many.
The woman begins to look through the samples until she finds the name she is looking for. She quickly shoves the sample into her pocket. She exits the infirmary and returns to the main alcove of the building, file in hand and DNA in pocket.
Outside, the storm that was picking up as the woman entered the building is in full swing, indicating that now is the perfect time for the ritual.
She sits all her supplies on the ground, cuts her palm, and begins to create a circle with it. She is careful to not let the hem of her skirt damage the circle as she turns windershins. Once she is complete, she pulls a single red candle and a pack of matches from her dress and sets it in the middle of the circle.
Kneeling, she lights the candle while mumbling an odd language...
"Hecaten, cara dea, te appello. Adiuva me ad petendam vindictam in eum, qui a me omnia, quae a me abstulerit. "
She pulls a piece of cloth from one of the bones she has collected and burns it in the candle as she speaks.Once it is nothing more than ash, she digs into the sample bag she pocketed and produces a single strand of blonde hair.
"Tibi maledic ut omnia quae laesit videas," says the woman "In insaniam fac ruere, quomodo me ruere fecit." She continues while allowing the same flame that ate the cloth to greedily take in the hair. "In nomine tuo adoro et oro. Redde ei mercedem pro omnibus quae fecit. Solus ero satiatus mortua mortua."
Once the hair is completely gone, the woman bows and doesn’t move until the candle has completely burned out. Lifting her head, she gets to her feet and looks out the window towards the unforgiving ocean. It seems she will have to stay in this place for the night. Only when the storm has passed can she return to her tribe and report to the elders that her mission has been completed.
"Remember," she whispers, looking down at a roughly drawn portrait of the one she seeks revenge on. "What comes around goes around."
Letting a cackle of a laugh escape her, she throws the file she holds to the ground and begins to stomp the portrait of the small girl with bright blue eyes and whit-gold hair until it is shredded to bits by her boot.
"Enjoy what time you have left." She spat, lighting a match and throwing it on the now shredded paper in front of her. "Your days are numbered."
[Ivan’s POV] "Come back, cutie!" The blatant flirtation echoed throughout the hall I was beginning to make my way down. Followed by it was my maid Elise’s quick escape from the chamber where Arissa was supposed to be getting ready for the night’s main event. Quickening my pace, I managed to reach Elise before she could disappear down another hall. Her face, which was usually quite pale, was flushed and her eyes were dark with worry. What in the world had Arissa managed to do this time? "M-master…" Elisa stammered, fixing her large eyes on me. "I… the mistress, she..." "Slow down." I sighed, trying to hide my amusement at just how scared Arissa had left this poor maid. "What exactly happened?" "She…" "I can answer that." Turning, I let my eyes fall on the woman in question as she slowly and seductively made her way towards where we stood. Despite knowing that her coronation ceremony to become my luna was happening in less than thirty minutes, she only wore a white corset that ac
[Arissa’s POV]I felt butterflies dancing around in my stomach, and my heart threatened to jump out of my chest as I stared into Ivan’s blazing blue eyes. This was it... There was no going back after this. As of today, I would be Ivan's luna and finally take my place proudly by his side.For a year, Ivan and I worked to restore the peace and to rebuild the Fulgur and Tonitrue packs after Theodore and Gillian attempted to overturn and conquer them. Now, since things were settled, it was time for me to take my place beside Ivan as the Fulgur pack’s luna.Even though I had convinced myself that this was no big deal, I couldn’t stop the nerves that were now rushing through me. Dammit, why did becoming luna have to be such a big deal?"Are you getting cold feet?" Ivan asked, squeezing my hands that were clasped tightly in his. "Planning to run?""Who is planning to run?" I snapped defiantly. "Elder Oliver, could you get on with it already, please?""R-right." The elder stammered, shooting
[Ivan’s POV]"Arissa!" I hissed, quickly catching Arissa as her body went limp. "Hey, wake up!"I clutched her in my arms and gently patted her cheek in an attempt to rouse her, but she didn’t respond. Instead, her mouth tightened into a grimace of discomfort and her face contorted in pain."GET A HEALER!" I growled, beginning to make my way towards the pack house while all the ceremony guests watched in confusion. "DON’T JUST STAND THERE LIKE FOOLS!"At my words, the crowd came to life, making way for me to pass through and asking around if anyone was a healer. Rolling my eyes, I continued to move, making my way into the pack house and up the stairs towards mine and Arissa’s living quarters. Once I arrived, I beelined for our room, laying her down on the bed and sending a mindlink to Christine.Satisfied that she would arrive soon, I busied myself by pulling off Arissa’s shoes and loosening her corset."Master," Christine called when she arrived. "What happened here?""She started s
[Arissa’s POV]I sat on mine and Ivan’s bed, picking at my food. Despite the things in front of me being my favorites, none of them were appealing. Just the smell alone was making me nauseous. Despite that, I attempted a few bites and immediately regretted it when I felt the food I had just swallowed attempt to come back up."Excuse me!" I gasped, jumping up and running to the bathroom."Arissa?" Ivan called, seeming genuinely concerned. "Are you alright?""F-fine..." I managed between heaves.As I spoke, I felt a warm hand press against my back as another lifted my hair before it could get ruined. Where the hand touched sent soothing tingles that immediately made me feel better."This child isn’t even born yet and is already causing trouble." I grumbled, collapsing against Ivan’s legs, and looked up into his eyes. "I’m blaming this on you.""Me?" Ivan repeated, raising a brow. "How can you blame me when you...""La la la." I began, plugging my ears. "I can’t hear you!"Jumping up, I
[Ivan’s POV]"Who?"I eyed Arissa as she continued to stare into the mirror ahead of her. Despite her insisting that something was there, I just couldn’t see it. Was she playing some sort of trick? Or was she actually seeing something?"Kids," Arissa muttered, reaching out and touching the mirror’s surface. "All the kids I killed in the past."At her words, I felt my heart clench painfully as images of that boy that attempted to kill her in the past appeared. Though I had managed to see that much of her memories, I hadn’t had the heart to actually ask her about it."Maybe you’re just tired." I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me. "Why don’t you try getting some sleep.""Sleep." The word came out quietly, but she didn’t protest as I pulled her closer. "I still need to brush my teeth." She pointed out, finally seeming to snap out of her daze."Then let me help you."Even though I knew that she didn’t need my help, something about leaving her alone in t
[Arissa’s POV]"Where to start?" I could feel my heartbeat picking up as I let all the emotions of that time crash into me. Until this day, I hadn’t told a single soul about that time or what I went through. It was still hard to believe that I would be doing this now. "As you know, at the age of eight, I didn’t meet my wolf.""That’s right." Ivan confirmed, tightening his hold on me. "And because of that, you were sent away.""Right," I sighed. "I was sent to Tenerbris Island." I continued, trying to keep my voice calm. "It was a specially made island for omega’s. The whole purpose of the island was to see who was the best candidate for reproduction. There it is kill or be killed. "Now that the words were flowing, so were the memories. The bloody sand that remained stained, leaving memories of what happened. The horror in my opponents' eyes as they slowly bled to death while I watched."Arissa," Ivan murmured, placing a hand on my cheek. "Where did you go?"Snapping out of my daze, I
[Arissa’s POV]"Welcome." Ivan called, remaining oblivious to the confusion that was rushing through me. "We are so happy that you agreed to...""No need for niceties." The man announced, cutting Ivan off.Instantly, I could feel annoyance beginning to radiate from him as he bit back his urge to argue. Haha, it looked like I would have some entertainment soon."There is no reason to attempt to ass kiss, alpha."This time I was unable to withstand the laughter that erupted from me, earning myself looks from all around me."It seems they aren’t impressed with you, Ivy." I managed in between bouts of laughter. "Shall I try?""Do you think it will...""Oh!" The tinkling voice echoed around us, cutting Ivan off once again.Confusion flared through me as I tried to make sense of what was going on. Turning my attention to the duo that had been coming to greet us, I braced myself as the woman’s eyes lit up with lust and she rushed forward."You’re so tiny and cute!" The woman cooed, wrapping
[Arissa’s POV]"Repeat that." I snapped, starting to believe that this old man was full of shit. "Kill the caster? How the fuck am I supposed to find them?"This was becoming more and more ridiculous. I had been cursed... cursed...As if the last fourteen years of my life weren’t a fucking curse. But not only was I cursed, I was also expected to know who exactly cursed me. How in the hell was I supposed to do that? I had crossed paths with so many insane people that it could be anyone!"Arissa, mind your manners." Ivan whispered, pulling me closer to him. "He is only...""Trying to help?" I finished for him, narrowing my gaze. "What would be helpful is..."I didn’t get to finish my sentence as a sudden wave of nausea hit me, causing my mouth to water and the taste of bile to dance on my tongue. Turning, I managed to make it to a rose bush before the contents of my stomach came back up. Dammit, this was really getting frustrating. If I wasn’t seeing dead children, I was throwing my bra