~Anna~He stared at me for an uncomfortable amount of time, brows furrowed in concentration. Then he looked away with downcast eyes, sighing.“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.It had been like this for three days now. He’d randomly stare at me to figure out who I was only to look away and mumble an apology. It was painful seeing him so confused, so lost within his own world.“It’s alright,” I said as I molded my hand into his.We sat on the side of my bed in silence, waiting for Lexy and the others. They’d come every morning to check up on him, and talk to him, bringing up memories that might help him remember or at the very least trigger something.For thre

~Rigel~Fuck his possessive ass if he thought he could get rid of me. I wanted to see my princess in person; it was my duty as her knight. Lexy and Gale might tell me that she was doing fine and so was Liam, but that I had to see for myself.It’d been four days. They were hiding something from me and if I found out Anna wasn’t well; someone was going to pay, preferably Gale.“Last chance,” he said as we were almost in front of her bedroom door.“I’d like to see him try.”There was no way I was letting myself get pummeled by him. Just because he was the Alpha didn’t mean he could push me around. Getting overly jealous when I was around his mate, I swear to Goddess he was the

~Liam~Memories came flooding back to me as I watched her sleep. Everything… a blur, a flash, a series of images on play. I remembered everything… but was still a scramble.An arm flung around my waist, and her leg came over my thigh. She was anything but a still sleeper, but she looked adorable with her hair messy. My Anna, I remembered her then, as with everything else that preceded, and I understood what was happening with the pack.Luca wasn’t responding, yet. Even when I marked her and she marked me, he didn’t make his presence known. I knew he was still with me, but he was keeping himself shut off.He tried to poison me and succeeded; Luca must be in a worse condi

~Anna~The elders prayed to the Moon Goddess with the rest of the pack silently praying on their own. Dressed in black from head to toe, we gathered around the graves of the brave men and women who fought for us. Their families wailed in their dirt-covered graves, clutching at the headstones that summarized their entire identity, the life they lived. Soon, plants of their choosing would be planted by their spouse, or their parents, or their children, whoever they have left behind.Today was particularly chilly. Mud dirtied our shoes and the atmosphere, melancholic.I watched all these unfold with a heavy heart, holding back the tears as I felt their pain – the pain of losing a loved one. They were warriors to me, as someone else to the rest – a son, a daughter, a mother, a father, a wife, a husband, a friend. They lived their lives with a different identity to each person in their life but died with the s

~Anna~I was in the kitchens with Aunty J and the Omegas, helping them with the dishes for tomorrow. It’d been three days since the burial and the depressing aura that hung around everyone was dissipating. Also, Liam’s birthday was in seven months!Early this morning, Rigel banged on the door to wake us up, telling me that Aunty J asked for me. It surprised me that she wanted to meet me, in her kitchen! She was still cold towards me, but I guess that was her way of warming up to me.This felt amazing! I didn’t realize how much I missed cooking. I