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Chapter 92
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2025-07-31 18:00:49Esme
I was hardly surprised by my little girl’s arrival. Brodie had made it clear that it was a possibility. She was tiny compared to her brother. I couldn’t help but see the comparison. She looked much more like me. I wondered if that was what we had looked like together as infants. I knew Brodie would have been considerably bigger than me, given the age gap. It still left me a bit more than uncomfortable that the three of us had been raised together, even for a short time.
It was odd looking at the two of them lying on my chest. The size difference was ridiculous. I looked at Jackson, but he didn’t seem remotely concerned. The birth of my little girl had gone much more how I had expected than her brother had been. It was like he was too big for my body to handle. I felt better just knowing it was all over, even though the pains were still lurking around.
We hadn’t managed to get much in the way of baby bits. It was difficult when my pregnancy had been
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The triple threat united by Luna will stand firm in the face of world desecration. Upon warm and cold blood merging, with the greatest of all sacrifices, they are fated to halt the guardians' transition into prey for their charges. As the three voices unite as one, the key will be discovered.I could barely remember what Brodie had said it contained, but I guessed they were concerned that Turner was the danger it spoke of. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Brodie was speaking to Jackson, but I had no idea what either of them was thinking.“Triple voices united,” Jackson replied.“It seems to be glaringly obvious now. The Luna is Mum. Everyone assumed it meant siblings, but we were united by her just as much as any siblings would be—maybe more. Warm and cold blood must be Esme and I, mating, bonding, falling in love. Who knows? The greatest of all sacrifices would be Mum giving her life for Esme’s.” I wasn’t sure what Brodie thought was so clear; I w
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I woke up feeling rather excited, and I couldn't wait to speak to Jackson and tell him about Brodie’s proposal. Sharing the news with the girls was a little more daunting, but they deserved to hear it directly from me. They would be arriving early, as they had offered to help with the finishing touches to the house, and the thought of their support filled me with warmth.Before I welcomed them, I had to head over to Jackson’s for breakfast and to drop off the babies at nursery. The prospect of having them at home once the house was finished was heartening; it would be so much easier to manage everything without the distractions of the chaotic work in progress. The decorators were scheduled to arrive bright and early, and I looked forward to unpacking each room shortly after they completed their tasks. I could already envision the fresh layers of paint and the new furnishings transforming the space into a warm and inviting home.“Morning, beautiful. How was your night?”
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I had tried to slow them both down as much as I could on the way back to the camp. Jackson needed some time to sort everything I had asked him to do. The good news was that he had plenty of manpower. As soon as we walked through the gates, I checked in with him using our new internal communication. “How’s it going?”“We’re done. Just heading out the back door in the next few minutes.”“Thank you. I owe you big time.” It felt as though I always owed him more than I could possibly pay back, a never-ending cycle of gratitude and unease. I took Brodie’s hand for the first time since we had left the clearing, feeling the warmth of his palm against mine.Once Marcus finally turned to head back towards his quarters, I breathed a sigh of relief and gently steered Brodie towards the new house. As we approached, the structure revealed itself in all its beauty. It was indeed a modest design, yet it carried an elegance that suggested a deep respect for its natural surroundi
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The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen.But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.And then, a flash of emotion surged through me: anger intertwined with betrayal. My heart raced as I heard the bitter words echoing in my mind: “You bastard, you promised.” I could see the back of my own head as Brodie watched me from the tree line.“I promised to not tap into your mind and find out where you were going, but you told me.” The vantage point of my image changed and I guessed
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"We walked across the camp hand in hand. It was almost pitch black as we picked our way across the slightly damp grass from the short downpour earlier in the day. Brodie’s head was in the clouds, quite literally, as he stared up at the stars.He stopped dead out of nowhere, forcing me to do likewise. He pointed up at the sky before looking back down at me to check that I was following his gaze, before returning it to the inky sky. 'Do you see the stars there? The triangle makes up the head.' He moved his finger across the sky as though he were painting the stars himself. 'There’s the body and the legs.'" “I see it.” Honestly, I nearly understood the way people could see shapes in the stars, but he seemed so excited to share it with me, so I nodded.“It’s called Lupus; it means…”“Wolf in Latin, I know.” He looked down at me again, a note of pride in his eyes.“Well, ancient Greeks actually thought it was half man, half beast, so naturally it’s one of my f
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I stood in the meeting cabin more than a little anxious. It was stupid. I was treating an informal meal with friends like it was a night out at the Ritz. If we were eating with Jackson and Mikkel, I would have just thrown on a hoodie and leggings, pulling my hair into a messy bun to try to conceal the level of greasiness. I didn’t know why going for tea with Gerald and Helena was different, but it was. It could have been the way I had been forced to earn Gerald’s approval and my desperate need not to disappoint him and lose that approval again. Then there was Helena; as a teacher for my kids, I desperately wanted her to see me as a typical mother: respectful, demure, classy. I was certain that I was the only mother in the camp who used her free time to take punches to the face and kicks to the stomach. The vast majority of mothers i
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