Kayla wipes the tears from her face as she sees me entering the apothecary. Her dark skin tone shimmers against the many coloured liquids bubbling throughout the apothecary in the beakers, flasks, pipettes, and test tubes. Her long, dense wavy hair sits in a large braid with thick gold chains. Kayla’s obsidian eyes flicker with sadness as she holds her arms out and approaches to embrace me. ‘Lylah,’ she sobs. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I allow her to embrace me, even though I don’t want to be touched by anyone, ‘I’ve come to see Micah,’ I whisper. ‘Of course,’ Kayla nods and walks me down the spiral stone slope. There are tall wooden shelves along every wall that reach the ceiling. The shelves are mainly stacked with books with objects, such as the odd animal skull, candles, and jars. Tables are aligned with Bunsen burners, tripods, flasks, and a mortar and pestle. There are bottles of potions and other substances. Bouquet garnies of parsley stalks, bay leaves, thyme, rosemary, tarragon, basil
Chapter 49Everyone has returned to the hall to continue mourning. I remain behind, standing in the rain, watching Theo and Leo shovel the dirt onto the coffin until the plot is filled. Theo and Leo place a hand each on my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic gaze before leaving me be.I fall to my knees and can’t believe this is happening that my beloved mate, Micah is dead and now buried. I stare at the muddy grave in a trance until a lightning bolt strikes nearby, bringing me back to reality. I look to the flowers on my right, lean over and pick some before placing them neatly onto Micah’s grave.After a while, I notice guests beginning to leave. I must have been sitting out here for a while and lost track of time. I almost want to laugh at the thought of time now. Realising that I’m mateless and no longer have Micah in my life, that time no longer matters to me.An oversized coat is placed over my shoulders. I look up to see my Dad. He looks down at me sadly. ‘Lylah, you will become
Trigger Warning: Suicide attempt. If this topic is distressful for you, then please do not read this chapter and skip to the next chapter when released.With a struggle, I manage to open my eyes. I’m feeling groggy and realise I’m in my room on my bed. My Dad is leaning against a wall with arms crossed and a not-impressed look on his face. My brothers stand in front of my door as if guarding it, and my mother wipes the blood from my arm where I have been bitten. I flinch from the pain and pull my arm away from her as she dabs too close to the bite mark.‘Lylah,’ Dad says. ‘I know you are grieving, but what on earth were you thinking? Attacking Tamara and Vicky like that? They are both seriously hurt!’‘Good! They got what they deserved. I hope they never come near me again!’ ‘Lylah!’ Everyone says.‘They said it’s my fault Micah’s dead. Do you expect me to sit there and listen to them ridicule me and blame me for my mate’s death?’ I argue.‘No, but violence is not the answer, Lylah,’
Chapter 51We are together in the dining room. It’s quiet, but everyone is weary and exhausted after this morning’s ordeal. Everyone has been watching me like a hawk throughout the day. Beth serves us dinner, and my Dad gives me a look after I have been pushing my food around for a while with my fork. I begin to eat my food, and he nods. I manage to eat over half my meal. It’s the most I’ve been able to eat for a long time. I place my fork down and stare at my wrists as I caress my thumbs over the scars. Theo sitting next to me, frowns at the scars but doesn’t say anything.With everyone now finished dinner, I stand. ‘I’m very tired, and you probably are all tired too. I’m going to go to bed,’ I say, leaving the hall. As I enter my room, Amara rushes in behind me.‘Amara?’‘Lylah,’ she says, rubbing her arm nervously. ‘It would give me peace of mind if you would allow me to sleep in your room with you tonight?’‘Amara,’ I sigh, ‘I’m not going to… you know,’ I say, unable to finish the
Chapter 52Pacing back and forth angrily in my room, I punch my wall, grazing my knuckles. I try to read a book for a while but can’t concentrate. All I have on my mind is vengeance. Finally, I toss the book aside and walk out onto my terrace for fresh air.I notice all the local male pack members heading towards the training grounds. My father must have mind-linked all the males over eighteen to begin daily training immediately. Why hasn’t he told me he was starting the training today?With determination on my side, I open the top drawer of my dresser and take out my boxing hand wraps. I put the loop over my thumb, wrapping my wrist and the palm of my hand. Next, I make the crosses across the back, wrapping the material between the fingers. I clench my fist to feel it’s tight and secure, then wrap my other hand the same way.I jump down from my balcony and jog to the training field.As I arrive, men ask each other why I’m there. At the same time, other men check me out. I want to kno
It’s been over nine months since I have gone to the area in the woods where Micah and I would train. Nine months since the flame in my heart went out. Nine months since I lost my true love and fated mate. It hasn’t gotten easier. It’s only become harder living another day without him. My heart has never stopped aching; each day, the pain I feel only worsens. Kayla told me the mate bond could become physically painful for some when your mate dies. She has been giving me potions to help the pain, but in the last couple of months, they haven’t worked as well as they usually would. I tend to keep away from everyone and find somewhere quiet until the pain passes, as I don’t want them to worry more than they already do. It can sometimes last a couple of hours. I have to bite down on a stick I wrap with material to suppress any screams or cries. My heart is so broken that I realise that not even magic or potions could ever fix me. Heading to the training field, I notice a she-wolf racing tow
We all step back and gasp in shock. ‘Wands! This cannot be happening right now of all the times, places and species!’ Soren says, looking between Lord Talon and me. ‘This is not good…’ Nadia says with worry. I point my finger at Lord Talon, ‘Liars!’ I yell, ‘His eyes are red. You did kill them. You killed them all!’ I shout, tears escaping my eyes. I withdraw my dagger. I’m glaring at the vampire who killed my beloved Micah, my fated mate. His eyes flicker like fire as he doesn’t break eye contact with me. I want to kill him, but for some reason, I feel drawn to him as if something is pulling me towards him. He is incredibly handsome and attractive, with a mysterious aura about him. My eyes change from light blue to dark blue every second with mixed emotions. I close my eyes tightly for a moment and tell myself he is responsible for Micah’s death. He killed Micah. I have to kill him now while I have the chance. Lord Talon takes a step forward. I lunge angrily toward him and thrust
Trees, mountains, and rivers fly by us from the intense speed the vampires run. They are so fast that I cannot even fight, argue or speak for Lord Talon to put me down. Finally, after an hour they come to a stop in an open field with low grass. There are some trees and mountains in the distance. I can hear water flowing nearby. I give the darkest glare to Lord Talon as he gently puts me down. He doesn’t respond. I’m relieved our bodies are no longer in contact, stopping the sparks between us. ‘We can’t risk the girl seeing the entrance to our lair. You’re going to have to blindfold her. We also need to feed,’ Soren tells Lord Talon. They all stare at me silently. ‘Don’t you dare even think about it! I refuse to be your meal!’ I yell at them. Soren and Nadia give Lord Talon a sympathetic look. ‘It’s fine,’ Lord Talon says to them. ‘I’ll go find a deer. In the meantime, you two feed and watch the girl while I’m gone,’ ‘It’s Lylah! Not girl!’ I huff. Lord Talon smiles but I scowl ma