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Hi guys,I know itās been quite a while since the last update, and I sincerely apologize for the silence. Life unfortunately didnāt go according to plan, and over the past months, I was hospitalized for a long period of time. Iām only recently recovering and getting back on my feet.With that said, I also owe you all honesty regarding this book and my future as an author here. After a lot of thought, Iāve decided that I will no longer continue to update or write my exclusive books on Goodnovel. Over the course of writing this story, I poured an incredible amount of time, energy, and passion into it, but despite that effort, the platform didnāt support me the way it promised it would. There was little to no promotion, and month after month, I found myself struggling to keep up with the amount of work I was putting in while also trying to survive outside of writing this book. As much as I love storytelling, creating these magical worlds and dear characters, I also have to survive in this
I follow her gaze instinctively, my body tensing as I scan the forest around us.but there's nothing around us.There's no movement and no sound. There's nothing I can see, but when I look back down at her, sheās still watching, her gaze focused somewhere just beyond the edge of what I can perceive.A chill slips down my spine as I look at her.I tell myself itās my imagination. It has to be.Iāve been through too much in too little time. My body is probably drained, my mind stretched thin, and my magic is unstable. Of course things would feel off. Of course Iād start noticing things that arenāt really there. But there's the fact that something in me tells me my baby isn't just looking at nothing.I can feel the thing she's looking at.It starts as a faint pulse beneath my skin, a soft hum of energy that doesnāt quite belong to me. My magic has always been something I feel clearly, something I can identify and control, but this pulse is differentItās⦠responding not to me, or to somet
I start moving and I donāt stop even when my body threatens to force me to.The forest stretches endlessly around me, unfamiliar and unwelcoming, but I push forward anyway, one shaky step after another, with my daughter held tightly against my chest. Every muscle in my body aches. Every breath I let out from my chest burns my lungs, yet I donāt allow myself to slow down. Not yet.The memory of phantom explosions and ghostly screams still echoes too clearly in my mind. The fear that the witch hunters will be back makes a chill spread down my spine, and this time knowing that the masked stranger isn't here, it makes me feel weak and powerless for a second.I don't know when I started relying on him so much, but I have. I never believed I would be able to take on the witch hunters by myself, and while he was here, I didn't have to.Now that he's gone, there's only a crippling fear in my heart that I won't survive the next second.Still, I push it all down and continue walking. Only when
Thereās no hesitation in his voice. No evasion. He just sounds honest about all this and that unsettles me more than anything else heās said tonight.I stare at him, searching his face, trying to make sense of him, trying to understand why everything about him feels like something I should recognize.āYouāre lying,ā I say quietly, "You won't leave me here."āIām not.ā He says.Forcing myself to be calm, I ask the one question that might get me some insight into who I'm dealing with, "Then how do you know how to fight the witch hunters like that? How do you know where to go, how to evade them?"His gaze sharpens, just a fraction but I can tell he will respond to this question.āI know how to do all this because Iāve seen them before.āMy breath catches softly in my chest and the weight of those words settles between us immediately.I ask softly, āYouāve fought the witch hunters before?āHe nods, āYes.āāAnd you just⦠didnāt think to mention that earlier?āThereās a flicker of something
I donāt like this.The quiet of these woods presses in too closely, wrapping around me like something alive, like something is watching. It isnāt the peaceful silence of a forest at rest. This feels too deliberate, like even the wind has been told to hold its breath. The trees donāt sway here. The leaves donāt rustle and there's no sound of life in the underbrush.Everything in me that is werewolf tells me that I don't belong here. Even the air feels heavier in my lungs, thick with something I canāt quite name.I wouldn't be so bothered about it if something else wasn't also happening at the same time.Thereās him.... walking away.The masked stranger I met six months ago, who rescued me and my baby from a band of murderous witch hunters, Is turning around and walking away.My chest tightens at the sight of his back retreating into the shadows without any words. He's leaving like he was never meant to stay, like this, him saving me, carrying me, standing between me and death, was not
My lips thin into a tight line and I want to scream at him, ask him why my baby isn't crying like any other new born child would... But I know I can't. I can still feel the witch hunters following us, and anything that keeps my baby quiet without killing her isn't something for me to make a fuss about.I look down at her again, and her silence unsettles me more than anything else tonight.We keep moving and her glow softens until all I can see is her skin cradled into mine again.The forest grows thicker the deeper we go. At some point my magic flows through the ground again. It leaves me in a rush and assesses the forests around us.I hope against hope that I'll get a different feedback, that my magic will tell me something else this time, but the response is the same.The Witch hunters are still coming. And they're even closer now. I can feel them in the back of my mind.It's like opening a garbage can and the sensation is revolting. Their magic doesnāt blend with the world. It tears
Tracyās POVThe rest of the week passes by easily. Thatās because Destiny has raised my son to be such a wimp. Iām watching the kids on the playground run and play with each other when one of them takes the ball Jack was kicking around. Jack lets him go and walks over to the swingset but Iām havin
"I... I'm sorry Luna Destiny..." I force my words to stutter and let my hands shake like the pathetic omega whose identity I stole. Lucy is constantly nervous and I try to be that way too.Destiny isn't buying it."What are you doing here?" Her tone is chilly and filled with authority. I push back
I don't go back on my word because of what happened last night.By afternoon my bag is packed and sitting by the door of the packhouse. I stand there for a moment longer than necessary, staring at it like I expect it to speak to me, or tell me this is silly, but it doesn't. The decision in my hear
Corenās pov.I don't want Destiny to ever leave me, and I'll do anything I can to make her stay.The thought rolls around in my head as I watch her in the kitchen, apron wrapped tightly around her waist, caramel brown hair slung up in a low bun, and aromas wafting around her like a soft aura.The m







