جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 240

“Hey, hey, look at me.It’s okay, okay?You're going to be okay.”~~~~~~~“I want to go back.Where’s my mum? Don’t touch me!”I feel my eyes snap open to the sight of the silver-haired man moving backwards, hands in the air, mask still on.He nods and his voice is raspy when he speaks, “See, I'm not touching you.I won’t until you let me, because you have to let me. I need to find out what’s wrong with you first before I can fix it, and to do that, you need to let me touch you. Is that okay, kid?”Axios.His presence cements itself in my mind immediately like a statue and my head snaps in his direction.Fear grips me for a quick second because he’s not standing on anything. He’s floating in mid-air, yet when I look down I'm doing the same.I look around and each way I face, it’s the same thing I see. A wide amount of space, bordered by a wall of dazzling pure white.Up, down, Left,right, it’s all the same.“I want to go back…. I don't want to be here.”The fear in Axios’s voice h

Roman’s pov.Scarlett comes to find me later and from the look on her face, I can tell she’s wondering about it too.I sigh when she comes to me and sits in my lap. She places her head on my chest and we sit in silence. A silence that chokes me, but not in the way that kills.My words come out in a low confused rumble, “I’m… not a monster Scarlett. I’d never hurt you.”I can feel confusion muddling up my thoughts and my wife raises her head to stare at me.I look into brown eyes and I feel emotions filter through the mate bond.I feel her love for me.I feel it warm and bright.She doesn’t need to say anything, yet I already know she does not see me as a monster.“You don’t see yourself as a monster too, Roman. You’re not a monster.”She smiles at me and my heart quivers in the way only she can make it quiver. Feeling emotions has never been my strength, but with Scarlett, it comes naturally.The pride and coldness of my Alpha status roll off me in the presence of this woman and I sta

“It has been seven days and seven nights my daughter has been trapped in the throes of a vision, Your Majesty.We are descendants of a humble house, distant cousins to you, your Kingship, and we own the lands that form the estate of the Ragnar household.My daughter, Brielle, has manifested a gift lately.It’s strange she should manifest one in her seventeenth year, just a few days short from meeting her mate and finding her wolf, so I'm writing this letter, first and foremost, to ask for the aid of a healer from the Royal household, to help me drag her out of the vision.To pique your majesty’s interest further, here is the first of Brielle’s prophecies, a light muttering I was able to catch as I held her in my arms, and shed tears for fear that she would be forever trapped in this land where she cannot live.Her prophecy goes thus,“In the fifth year of Alpha Ever, son of Alpha Brax and Alpha of the Evernight pack, a woman shall arise.She will manifest a gift in her sixteenth year.

The file Priam hands me contains a photocopied version of what is a very old page of a very old book. I frown lightly as I ask,“Did you even try to enhance this image?”Priam gives me the manly version of what I'll assume is a stink eye and I roll my eyes as I look away while he drives.Reginald should be able to help me enhance this so I nod to myself and tuck it away.Priam’s voice floats into my ears slowly, “Do I need to lay more emphasis on the precaution that you read it alone?”I frown as he pulls up to the nearest street to the Ironclaw packhouse and my response is saucy as I get down, “Y’know, for a councilor, you really don’t know how to treat those under your jurisdiction.”Priam’s response is a huff as she stares straight ahead, “You’re not under my jurisdiction Mrs Ironclaw, and please Scarlett… consider it, please.”My heart twists as the onslaught of emotions comes because I can hear the need in Priam’s voice.He really wants me to meet his second chance.I don’t know

Reginald is busy tapping away on the keyboard of a computer when I find him. His head snaps up almost immediately when I come in and his hands stop moving.He gets up and offers a low bow, “Luna Scarlett.”I nod while cringing inwardly at the whole bowing thing. “There’s really no need to bow. A normal, good morning or just a normal greeting should suffice.”If Reginald thinks anything of that, he doesn’t show it. He simply nods and looks around awkwardly. I look around too and a wave of light nostalgia hits me. This used to be my room. Our room, just me and Maya.“Did I do anything wrong?”The wary warble of Reginald’s voice makes me turn my full attention back to him and I frown, looking at him quizzically, “Why would you ask that? Did I do anything to make you think that?”He shakes his head slowly but I can tell there’s something else up with his mood.It’s clear as day on his face, and though he tries to assume a neutral facade, I can see something’s wrong.Asking about it shou