“I can’t believe you saved him,” Ace said, shaking her head in disappointment.“We are not monsters,” I argued, finishing the cup of water Tina had kept behind for me.“So we save every last of those beasts? Even after what they did to you? Even after you barely lived?”I leaned back against the wall, looking at the ceiling. Though the searing pain continued to hit on every part of my body that I felt the need to die, I felt numb inside. The sight of Orion dying continued to haunt me and brought back memories of every massacre I ever had the grace to witness. Tears threatened to pour out of my eyes but i did everything i could to hold back. It was hard. Even trying not to think was hard. The smell and the feel of drying blood between my legs and on the cloth i wore was hard not to think about. I lost my baby. I lost my baby while trying to survive, while trying to save a monster that wanted me dead. I was too tired to be angry or sad. So i sat there, listlessly, feelin the watmth of T

I woke with a start. Pulling off the covers, I began my day, cleaning myself up and the room. Despite the happy grins I shared with Tina and Ace, there was one thing that lingered in my mind. The horrifying dream I had the night before. I needed to see Connor. Each time I thought of him, of them, the image of them dying at my feet took control of my mind. I grasped at reason that they were alive and well and did not have throats slit. Each of my vision became true and this was a vision I could not let come to pass, no matter what. It was too clear and felt too real. Even till the end of that horrible vision, they were protecting me. Curling my hands into tiny fists, I decided I was going to protect them this time. First things first, I needed a plan. One that would actually work. I tried to remember who was the one who killed them and got a painful headache in return. Gloved hands were all I could see and remember. How is that supposed to be a clue? It could be anyone. Father, a w

“I had a vision and they always come true. It’s been bothering me all day. I’m sorry I did not talk to you first but you guys were working hard to protect your position and keep your place in your family. And I felt guilty that I was tearing you away from what and where you’ve lived for so long, I wanted to do something.”“What happened in your vision?”“It started out in Westfalls, a normal sunny day and then there was this dark dome with a bloody altar in the middle. I drew nearer and you guys,” my voice broke as I remembered the horrible sight. “were dead, throat slits. There was a man laughing but I could not see his face.” I watched them struggle to believe my words and say nothing. This made me feel worse inside. Was I making a big mistake? I could not do it if they were this adamant in opposing. “What will I do if that happens? I don’t want you to die.”“And we won’t. Calm down, love. Deep breaths.” Reed pulled me into a hug. “Don’t worry. We won’t let you see us die.”“No ba

“Phoebe?” Instead of the proud, commanding man that made brave hearts tremble and strong knees quake, the blue lipped, constipated looking man in front of me claimed to be my Father. “What happened to you?” I rushed to his side in the large Queen sized bed and held his outstretched hand. I studied his uneasy smile and thinning blond hair as my brows furrowed deeper. This is not right. There is no way my Father will be in this position. Where were the council? Why was no one attending to my Father? What were they feeding him?“It’s nothing. I used up a lot of strength,” he croaked. “On what?”“Where have you been? Where did you go?” He might have been weak but his voice held that familiar strictness. “Away from you. I can’t believe you!”“I was trying to protect you.”“You were trying to protect yourself.” I took in his pale appearance and sighed. “Let me get someone to treat you.”When I rose to leave, he asked, “Why did you come back?”Looking him in the eye, I answered, “Becaus

“Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” she asked, brow raised in suspicion. “I have always been curious.” She looked out at the empty streets and sighed. For a while, she did not say anything but played with her manicured thumbs. A tinge of black and red appeared in her usual pale yellow aura. I suppose she was the wrong person to ask that question. I wonder if Commander Turner would tell me if I asked. Besides, I needed to see my uncle. I have nothing about him from the gossiping elites. “He was a werewolf, the strongest of his kind,” she said, her gaze still on the road. I sat up in surprise, prepared to listen for more. The pain slowly became a memory as she spoke further.“He led his pack after his father returned to the heavens. Some say he was ruthless and others, generous. One thing people agreed on was that Achillaes was a just man. He was a member of the council of Arth.”“Wow. What was the council like before you know, now?”She exhaled, a happy grin on her face as s