All Chapters of Awakening the White Wolf: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Kiara’s POV Three years ago, I screamed my daughter into the world with nothing but my own trembling hands, a rusted pair of scissors, and a prayer whispered through clenched teeth. Before that night, I'd already imagined how my labor would go. I would feel the not too soft pain of my water breaking then I would walk into the labor room with the small support system I'd managed to build over the years. I'd been so excited to meet my little one for so long that nothing, absolutely nothing could dampen my mood. Until that night, that is. It had happened during a storm, the kind that drowned the sky in black and rattled the little apartment I’d worked so hard for. My water had broken too early, too violently, and by the time I realized I couldn’t make it to the hospital, the contractions were ripping through me like lightning.It didn't help that there was no one I could call. The service providers were all down and even if they weren't, I doubted anyone would be willing to risk

Kiara’s POV I didn’t make it far from Darius before the world tilted under my feet. At first, I thought it was just the exhaustion, the hours of walking, the fear of losing Mira, and the heartbreak that had accompanied Darius’ cold shoulder towards me, but then the buzzing roared back to life, sharp and furious, like a hive of wasps trapped beneath my skin. No, no, no. I muttered the words underneath my breath, but it did nothing to stop what was going on inside me. I tried to fight it, I really did, but my knees buckled threatening to force me to thr ground face flat. “Not now,” I whispered, clutching a tree trunk to stay upright. “Please… not now.” But my body wasn’t listening. Something inside me snapped, not with pain, but with purpose. Like it had been waiting for the right moment, and now that it had gotten that, there was nothing, absolutely nothing that could change its mind. Heat poured through me, crawling up my spine. My veins felt like they were swelling, thicken

Kiara's POV I'd heard stories about people saying they were left so disoriented after something had happened to them, but I usually told myself that they were probably exaggerating. Now, I think it was safe to say that I didn't think that way anymore. It had been thirty minutes, or more since I heard Rowan in my head. I knew him being in my head had passed, for now, but for the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to shake it off. As crazy as it sounded, a small part of me couldn't help but feel like if I breathed wrong, then he was going to show up again. Damnit. I wasn't sure how long it took, but after chanting the words “I'm okay” I finally found the courage to get up. My body swayed for the first couple of seconds, and before long I was able to stand on my two feet again. By the time I reached the packs borders, my legs were trembling so badly I had to brace a hand against the wall just to stay upright. The cold wind stung my cheeks, but it wasn’t enough to clear the b

Kiara’s POV Three days. It had been just three days, but when I said it felt like an eternity, then I liked to think it was best you believed I wasn't exaggerating. I'd heard people say they'd found themselves in situations where days felt like years or more, but I couldbe exactly say I understood what they felt, until now, and now that I'd gotten a glimpse of what they were feeling, I wished I didn't. I'd spent three days of my life waking up with my throat tight, with my heart pounding, and my daughter’s scream echoing through my skull.Three days of dreaming of Mira dying in every possible way, burning, drowning, and even being strangled by shadows. Sometimes Rowan did it, soometimes I did, and sometimes I found her body twisted and wrangled in the worst way possible. Those dreams were the worst, and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, not even Tamia. I'd spent three days of watching my body betray me piece by piece, pulse by pulse, and hour by hour. It wasn't a pleas

Kiara’s POV The world split in half at that moment, and believe me when I said I'd never been more conflicted than I was right now. I'd heard stories where people said they were fighting voices in their heads, but I could bet a million dollars that none of those cases were as severe as mine With each passing second, I could feel what was left of my own free will disappearing and going under the radar. I tried to fight it, God, I did,but it only seemed like the harder I fought, the faster Rowan's influence on me seemed to dig its dirty claws deeper into my body and mind. One moment I was standing in front of Darius, shaking, breath uneven but still mine. Call me crazy or whatever, but I could swear that I heard him calling out to me, begging that I listen to him, whatever that meant. And, the next, Rowan’s voice slithered into my ears like smoke, thick and poisonous.“Kiara… look at what he’s done.” he was referring to Darius for sure, and something inside me lurched. The bu