All Chapters of Awakening the White Wolf: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kiara's POV I didn't know how long I sat staring at the melted remains of the ward Cain had etched on the floor. According to him, he'd placed them in front of my door in case Darius broke out of his chains earlier than expected and decided to come after me. I think it was a pretty smart idea since Darius' words were “You're mine now.” when we were back in his room. It was scary how even in his warped state, whatever it was that had taken a hold of him, still wanted me, but for what? Even though Cain had tried to assure me that it was going to keep Darius out, I wasn't sure I was worried about that. Darius could barge into my room right now and in this moment for all I cared, and I wasn't sure I would be able to do anything to stop it. Unlike Cain, I still believed that the real Darius was buried deep inside, and we could still reach him, even without the ritual. Cain on the other hand, didn't share that sentiment with me. I shook my head slightly, willing the thoughts to go

Cain’s POV The silence in the room was unbearable, but ironically, I wasn't sure I would appreciate it if there was even the tiniest bit of noise in here. My room was so still I could hear the ink I'd smeared on paper, taking its sweet time to dry up. My hands moved on instinct, so fast I didn't even need to look at what I was doing twice. They grinded herbs, mixed oils, and drew fresh runes, but my head was nowhere near this room. In fact, the more I tried to pull it in, the farther my mind seemed to wander. A million and one thoughts clouded my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of them, I just couldn't. Instead, they came back in full force, and if I didn't get rid of it soon, I was certain I was going to go psycho. The bloodroot was gone. We'd moved too slow and we'd missed it. On top of that, someone else knew about our plan. Focus, Cain. Focus. The ritual needed to be ready, and at the right time too. Timing was everything in matters like this. If we perform

Kiara's POV We found him at dusk, not in the woods, not in some cavern or hidden cage, but at the edge of the grimwood where he'd found me last time. I couldn't recall waking up there or passing out either, but seeing him at the edge of the place where it all started struck something in me. A mix of emotions ran through my soul, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't put a finger to which emotion I wanted to feel first. Maybe it was anger, fear or guilt even. That should have been my first sign, and the fact that he had been waiting was the second sign. But whether both of these were good signs or not, was the confusing part. Shadow clung to Darius like a second skin. They were more pronounced now, curling from his fingers in smokey coils. Maybe it had something to do with the environment, but now he looked more like the shadow than ever, and it was terrifying to say the least. His black eyes caught me first, and as he stood, I couldn't help but feel like it hurt him s

Kiara's POV The makeshift hospital room was quieter than I thought it would be, as opposed to how it was when we'd first walked in here. It was a total madhouse back then, and right now, it still sounded like a gross exaggeration. When Darius had passed out a couple of hours ago, I was beyond stunned. It felt like a part of me had shutdown momentarily and the only thing that could remotely wake me up, was news that Darius had slipped out of whatever it was he had slipped into, but it didn't work. No matter how many times I blinked and shook the man, he didn't come around. He was knocked out cold and a small part of me couldn't help but think if he was dead. If the universe thought they could take both Cain and Darius away from me at the same time, then they were clearly mistaken. After being stumped on what to do next, Hazel had decided to go back to the palace to get help. We'd tried everything remotely possible to get him back but to no avail. That's when we decided to get th

Kiara's POV The palace courtyard was silent, except for the low hum of wind brushing against the stone walls. Goosebumps slid down my skin, and a cold raced down my spine. The air was cold and icy but I knew very well that the goosebumps on my skin had nothing to do with the cold, but a certain young man laid in front of us. Cain. A small part of me had wished that it didn't happen, but no matter how hard I'd cried, and how much I'd pleaded to the moon goddess, it hadn't changed a thing. He really was dead, and we were about to bury him. The moon shone bright in the night sky, casting a warm glow onto the body below. Cain's body was wrapped in a black ceremonial cloth, a single black feather placed across his chest. It was a stumble for bravey, and I couldn't help but agree. The scent of sage and burning cedar filled the air, and I inhaled. It was a prayer and offering to the goddess to accept his soul in the world beyond. Darius stood still beside me, dressed in a black ensem