Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mate Rebound : Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Elara's POV~I wouldn't have dared to leave my father alone. Every step out of that room felt like I was leaving the very last chance I had to see him alive. It was suffocating in there. It felt as though the temperature in the room had just turned colder. And each time someone walked through the door, the air got worse as it got thicker with the breaths of broken hearts or despair, and the scent of medicine.When Damien came out to follow me, he didn't say anything. The wind had cut through my hair as we got to his car. He sat in there, next to me, as I felt my chest tighten for some reason.The doors closed around us, the rest of the world shut out, and all that was left was the noise being made by the seat when we sat. I turned to face the window, where I could no longer make out even the shape of a tree as we sped by, and my brain howled in torment.“…My first life…” I began, my words were softer than I meant, but it was filled with pain. “When I had lost my parents, it felt as if

Damien's POV~I stared at her as she said that to me. I didn't know the exact words to say, or what to say, so instead, I just looked at her. The light from the streetlamp shone on her face, revealing the wetness that clung to her cheeks, and she looked so small. She looked pale, fragile and weak. As though one little nudge was capable of breaking her from where she stood, and down.I longed to touch her arms, to take her by the hand, even if it was to feel the warmth that was radiating from this woman, just to remind myself that she was still alive and present. As soon as I took a step forward, she shook as though my touch would burn her.“Elara…” I was barely audible.I fell to one knee in front of her, my flesh got torn from the gravel beneath me, though I paid no attention to it. “Sorry,” I said with my entire being. “I never wanted this for us. I never wanted it to be like this.”She didn’t even blink at me. Her gaze shifted from mine, looking distant. “Take me back to my parents

LyraVictory felt strange to me as I drove back from the Seer's home. I had done it. The ash was delivered and the bond sealed. My father was dead. Or so the Seer had said.I murmured as I parked in front of the hostel. I carried the baby from the rear seat, as her small body stirred in my arms. She looked so tiny and so fragile with her head under my chin. Without even thinking, the words slipped past my lips in a hushed tone: “Things will now be easier with you, me and Damien now.”I walked down the dimly lit hallway, my boots clicking against the polished floor, when a shadow appeared around the corner very fast, and I slammed into him.“Lyra?” Caspian was sharp, quickly scanning me with his silver eyes. “Where have you been?”I frowned as I shifted the baby balanced in my arms. “Why?”“Let's go,” he spoke rapidly, glancing already at the door. “I have been trying to get in contact with Elara and Damien for hours. Neither of them is answering. Something’s wrong.”Naturally, somethi

Elara's POV~I thought about the council meeting the whole way down to Father's room. My footsteps made no sound on the wood, but with a gentle creak of the door, and then, through it, I heard a soft voice talking.I froze.Looking through the gap, I saw Lyra weeping by her father's bed. Her soft lips were moving, speaking words I could not quite make out as she cradled his limp hand.“Please do not leave me, too.” She whispered. I furrowed my brows. She wasn't supposed to be here like this.The instant I pushed the door open, she looked up. Her eyes were red from crying so hard. “Elara,” she breathed, standing abruptly. “Do you think he will survive?”I could hear how broken she was from my voice. She was too young to experience the pain and trauma I had weakly learnt to handle at her age. So without giving it a second thought, I said “Yes. He will be fine.”She nodded, but then her eyes became cloudy. “I’m sorry.”I tilted my head. “Sorry? For what?”She twined her fingers over and

Damien's POV~“Get. Out.”I broke the heavy silence with my voice. The elders got scared, I could see it, but none of them made a move to flee. The smug and calculating look on their face only fueled the anger in my chest.One of them, a silver-haired man with cold eyes, lifted his chin. “You forget yourself, Damien. You have no authority here. This is a pack matter…”I seized him by the collar before he could finish his sentence. I had my fist curled in his fabric as I yanked him off his feet so that he was inches from my face. “Utter another word,” I snarled, my voice guttural, “and I will personally see to it that your bones are what they plant next beneath this roof.” Gasps rippled amongst the others who stood in fear.“Damien!” another elder barked. “Unhand him at once!”I pushed the silver-haired man against the wall with a force that even the wooden slats there broke from the force. He struggled to breathe, his face reddening, as my claws gently tightened on his throat. I wanted