Adrien.    Watching Estelle writhe in pain and being unable to do anything was exasperating. I could feel my hands shaking and my wolf fighting for control, trying on his own to heal her. I knew it wasn't possible, that there was nothing I could do. And that only made it worse. Helplessness was eating at me, threatening to break me down.   But I couldn't allow it. Someone had to take care of Estelle and that someone would be me, even though seeing her face flushed with pain, her clenched hands and the tears she shed was something that burned me inside. I stayed next to her, snuggling her against my chest.   Seeing the person you love suffer and not being able to remedy it could be considered one of the most serious tortures.   What was happening to her?   I didn't know how to feel when she closed her eyes, falling into unconsciousness. I was between relieved

  Gabriel left. I knew it from the first moment I was myself again. I knew it with the same certainty that I knew we were in big trouble.   We didn't even have time to process everything that had happened. As soon as I regained mobility in my body, Adrien started barking orders left and right.   The problem when facing witches is that magic could defend them and they can attack us without even flinching. For that reason, we had to be much more vigilant. The werewolves were strong and fast, but we were no match for the warlocks.   I thought I could create a barrier, but without my brother, it was impossible. I did not have enough knowledge of magic. I could believe I could put up a barrier, but a simple snap from Gabriel could make it disappear completely. No, without my brother I could never do it.   Everything was chaos from then on. People were running desperately, trying to buy a litt

  However, he did not accept my hand.   Suddenly I was wrapped in a tight hug. He was so tall that his whole body wrapped around me protectively. The warmth of him enveloped me, the magic around him are warm and gentle. I felt like the little girl who got lost in the woods so long ago.       "I'm home, Grandpa." I felt tears burn in my eyes.       "Estelle," he murmured painfully, crying bitterly.         "I'm here…"         "My little girl. Where have you been all this time?"         "There's no time for this." I pulled away a bit, feeling uncomfortable at everyone's gaze. "I need you to call an urgent meeting."         

I was overwhelmed. I wanted to cover my ears and roll into a corner. I wanted to disappear and return to the safety of Adrien's arms. I wanted to take refuge and disappear from the peace of the earth.     But here I was, in the middle of all the chaos.     "Be quiet!" Ordered my grandfather, who was silent the entire time. "Estelle, you better explain yourself right now."      I nodded, acknowledging that he was right. Talking half was not the solution. "Allen Samuel spent years wandering the earth, reincarnating in all kinds of species," I began with the information Donovan had given me.    "The mother moon did not want to give him power, so for many years he was human, along with the reincarnation of Samantha Eleanor. Their souls are united and will always be reborn as brothers. The mother moon wanted to give Samantha Eleanor what she had tak

  The voice was tender and soft. Delicate and firm. I knew who it belonged to, even when I couldn't see it. I had heard it in my dreams, in my memories. I listened to her when I felt lost, as if her whispers had permeated my mind.   Lily smiled at me just before doing something with her hands, allowing me to see my mother.   She was wearing a long dress, the purest white. Her eyes were blue, so different from mine, yet her brown hair, her lips and her nose were the same as mine.   I couldn't help running straight into her arms, crying.   I was in front of my mother. Something that I always wanted and never believed was possible. Her body felt warm, full of life. I enjoyed the warmth of her and the smell of her. Her arms surrounded my body as if they wanted to keep me safe.   The people were right. There were no better hugs than Mom's.   "My sweet