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Hundred-Twenty One: Break The Cycle.

ELIANA."What are you doing here?" Nathaniel croaked. The winds blew right through my hair as I crept closer to him. He didn't even have to turn around to know that it was me. I had met him hunting, a hobby I figured he'd picked up from all those years in the forest.Met, that was a choice of words. Because in reality, I had done a locator spell that was able to pinpoint exactly where he was.I didn't have a lot of options. It was either that or asking Ivan, the latter which wasn't even close to possible. And I had to see Nathaniel, after speaking to our Grandmother, I realized I had to talk to him too.Finally, he turned around and his eyes were grim and locked into mine. He placed down his bow and arrow, a resenting sigh fleeing from his lips.“I wanted to talk to you, Nathaniel” I stepped forward. “What more is there to talk about after the last time?” He replied flatly. “I’m pretty much the enemy to all of you now when all I did was all I had to to be able to protect myself” He a

Hundred-Twenty-Two: An Impending Doom.

DENVER.I walked up to the door.For a moment, I stood still, looking at the ring in my hand and a sigh escaped my lips. My hands rested on the handle before I pushed it open. Immediately, Eliana turned her eyes to me, taking them off from whatever she was doing but it wasn’t up to a second, she looked back.My hand slipped into my pocket as I darted my eyes around the chamber. It was all a mess, like she was ransacking looking for something. “Found it!” I was right because she chanted not so much later. Eliana turned to me and in her hands was a silver dagger. “Oh my God” I couldn’t help but explain as she tossed it gently upon the table. She let out a slight chuckle. “What do you even need that for?” I questioned.“For the spell obviously” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a long process and you have to come with a few things, the silver dagger there is also a relic of an ancestral artifact that belonged to my Grandma” Eliana explained, rubbing her eyes as she heaved a deep breath

Hundred Twenty-Three: Up In Flames.

DENVER. I stood still right in front of my Pack, heavy with disbelief as my eyes trailed the orange-red skies, painted by the cracking flames that had engulfed my home. "Oh my God" A soft gasp escaped from Eliana's lips. My heart pounded in my chest as the heat intensified, matching the anguish that gripped me. The air was thick with acrid smoke, stinging my eyes and burning my lungs. With each step I took forward, the more panic that set in as I caught a glimpse of my people scrambling out for their own safety. Some of them untouched, but the most of them, wounded.Screams of terror echoed through the atmosphere and their faces were contorted with fear. They rushed out from the inferno as the fire spread with great magnitude through the barns, and the cottages. Through the livestock. The windows had shattered and half the building had collapsed.In the midst of the chaos, my eyes sought desperately for the faces I knew. That was before I saw Thelma. And she scurried towards me, her

Hundred Twenty-Four: This Is The End.

BLAKE.The room had turned pitch black. The door was nowhere in sight, I had been trapped by walls and ceilings that had fallen all around me. There was no way to make it past the debris—it looked like the end. Perhaps, it was the end.I lifted my gaze to the flames which licked the walls hungrily. One second, I was sitting behind the desk, doing as my brother told me and watching his Pack until he returned and the next, there were just thus inescapable flames that had risen out of nowhere.Of course it happened today. Of course, this had something to do with my bad luck. I thought I could do one thing, I thought I could do this but everywhere I went, the misfortune just seemed to follow.I watched the whole Packhouse crumble to the ground through my hazy eyes. What would I tell Denver—this wasn't my home, this was his home. These were his people, this was his chambers, his bed, his walls.Everything he'd built since our parents died, everything was no more.I just sat there, at the

Hundred Twenty-Five: The Fall Of Black Mountain.

ELIANA.Not only did the tears in my eyes blur my vision but the dust from the earth shaking and quaking did too. Both Blake and I were underneath it, and Denver was above it. There was a loud thud, deafening. There were so many loud thuds and bangs as the building collapsed.It was only a matter of time before it came down on us. Blake and I knew that so we rushed towards the end of the tunnel to make it out. Each step seemed like an eternity, maybe it was because of how often I threw my head over my shoulders. It felt like I was leaving something behind.I was leaving something behind. "Come on" Blake tightened his grip around my hands and I looked back at him. "Come on Eliana, you have to stop looking back. It's making us slow and we still have some distance to go" Blake gritted through his teeth. His face was glistening in his sweat and his eyes shimmered."Denver" I could only mutter and there was a crack in my voice. "He's...he's still in there. He came to save you, Blake. He c

Hundred Twenty-Six: Remember Me.

ELIANA.I sat up in the hospital chair, wrapped in a blanket next to Thelma. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air as the sound of the machines hummed in the background. The rhythmic beeping, the occasional drips of his intravenous and voices echoing from a distance, including Denver’s. He was speaking to the doctor right outside the room while I stayed here to comfort Thelma. She needed it in that moment more than she realized.It was Cory laying in the bed. Although Denver was able to get him and his daughter out in the nick of time, Cory was badly injured. Not only was he trapped inside the burning building where he inhaled so much smoke but some of the broken debris had fallen on him.On his legs for that matter and his back, which had left several bones broken. It was where Denver had found him, alive although severely injured. It was a sight for a sore eyes for Thelma, seeing him again but her heart broke even more when she realized the measure of his wounds. My heart

Hundred Twenty-Seven: Home.

ELIANA.“I regret to inform you that Cory suffered a fall inside the building, and on top of that was almost crushed by some of the debris that had fallen” The doctor explained with a piece of paper in his hands. His eyes fell to Thelma especially whose hands held up her chin in a tragic manner.The remnant of all the tears she had cried clung desperately to her lashes and at that moment, a hard lump slipped down her throat.“With a fall like that and everything that happened, it’s not uncommon to be presented with some signs of head trauma which would explain his partial loss of memory and inability to do the things he was once doing.”I folded my arms across my chest, dashing a glare at Denver. His face was filled with unease and an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. Like every word that came out of the doctor’s mouth was a thorn poking him in his chest. I saw the way he looked at Cory laying there.That was his best friend. His person. His brother when Blake wasn’t. And he was jus

Hundred Twenty-Eight: The Night Of A Full Moon.

ELIANA. "Tonight is the night of the full moon."Denver’s voice hit my ears softly as I rolled onto him. I fluttered my eyes open to the little sunlight that poured in through the curtained windows. I couldn’t help but groan tiredly even after the nap I had just taken.It had been the busiest morning, from helping Denver’s entire Pack settle in to preparing for the spell tonight, fyi I didn’t need a reminder because only then did I feel the tension weave through me. And I was barely even awake. My hands wrapped around Denver as I laid on his chest.There was this comfort that came from hearing his heartbeat and being that close to his skin. Perhaps, he knew which was why he stayed still. I felt his hands wrap around my waist too.A deep sigh escaped my lips.I ended up lifting my gaze to him and I caught him already staring down at me. “Ugh please don’t remind me” I groaned softly. “It’s almost like I should just stay here forever” I whispered. Denver’s palms weaved into my clothing

Hundred Twenty-Nine: The Curse.

NANA ABIGAIL.For the most of my life, I think I’ve been a horrible person.The mere fact that I was born a witch proved exactly that. I was a traitor, a manipulator, a liar. A liar.A liar.But I wasn’t always like this. We weren’t always like this. Cursed. I was also once a little girl with an older sister she looked up to like a god. A mother that was the best there could have been. I had a family who loved and would do anything for each other.We were Witches. For the longest time, we journeyed across the earth to find ourselves a home. Then we found the haven in Oakland. The people were happy, everyone was happy with my father. He had led us to safety, he had cared for us, all the Witches.We were the happiest we could have ever been. But then the Werewolves came, they too had found a home in Oakland. The town itself, wasn’t always like this. Nestled in the hills and forest, it was a town away from mortal eyes. Its cobblestone streets were laced with enchantment. We had made thi

Hundred-Thirty: Till Death Do Us Part.

ELIANA.The full moon rose that night.At about 3 AM, it had hit its apex. The winds coursed through my hair as I gripped my Grandma’s hands. I could still hear her, even with my eyes closed. Her incantations, her magic.For that moment though, I was taken by the night, bathed in ghostly light. The shadows of Denver and my father, and Ivan, all waiting for things to go south so that they stepped in. I had assured them I had the spell under control but of course they wouldn’t believe me.This was the most powerful type of magic there was, one that I had never done before. One that had never been successful before. But I stood there, beneath the silvery moonlight, clinching onto hope and the enchantment that flowed from my Nana’s lips.I could do it, I reassured myself. I could be something. I could be different and that was the one thing that kept echoing in my head.The fact that I could actually be happy, happy with Denver and my two kids. No one after us, just peace. Don’t we all de

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