"So…you gonna explain what that was?" I ask Amara as we land in our room "Well, it seems as though I taught myself how to use my mind-reading trick," she says, shaking her head as if she wanted to shake whatever she saw out of her head.Couldn't say I blamed her; I wouldn't want to see what went on in that thing's head."What did you see?" I ask her hesitantly"A bunch of flashes of things that didn't make sense, but they have five thousand vampires left; they started off with ten thousand, but it seems they lost half of them actually finding me, and they undershot their attack here, sending less of them than they had been sending to the other packs. I still don't know what our numbers are like," she says; she sounds a little shaken. "Not five thousand. Half that, maybe a little more," I say, and she nods. Honestly, the numbers were the least of my concern at this point. I needed to know their actual plans; numbers alone don't win you a war. Surely it helps, but it's all strategy.
I wake up to Amara shaking me; a golden light is shining through the curtains, telling me it's probably past five in the afternoon, and I slept way too fucking long. "Aylin just called for us. She said to bring your head warrior, beta, and gamma. She told my dad and Az to come too," Amara says. I look at her; she's sitting up in bed, one leg held to her chest, the other crossed. Her eyes are red like she's been rubbing at them, and the black and blue under them tell me she didn't sleep at all. I can't blame her; I only fell asleep so quickly because I was practically a walking zombie. I got a solid two hours in the morning, but after a battle, it just wasn't enough. "Alright, I'll mindlink them to meet us in my office. Did you sleep?" I ask her, sending them all a quick mindlink. She shakes her head. "Too much on my mind," she mutters, and I nod my head "We'll get through this; plenty of people are on our side. You've come such a long way. I'll hand my soul to Hades himself be
Training, sleeping, and trying to eat. That’s what the last week has consisted of. Nothing but toast and peanut butter has appealed to me. Roman at least went and got an herbal ginger tea from Blair, so I’m not nauseous all the time from the anxiety. Anxiety is eating at me; I jump and call my twin blades or dagger to my hand when I hear any kind of noise, thinking it’s the alarms signaling an invasion. It makes me want to train more, and I’m already training morning to night with my dad, Azrael, and Aylin here. I even sparred with Roman and Seth a couple times when I was still feeling restless after training all day. Then, I crawl into bed and fall right asleep, sometimes even without a shower or without Roman there. The last time we even had sex was in the shower while we were in the Underworld. I’ve barely talked to Tamisra either; she’s unusually sleepy. Even when I’m training, she’s snoring in my head, and I have to block her out. Something is up; I’ve had anxiety since my pare
I groan, waking up a little as I'm dropped onto a hard surface, hitting my head. Fuck, my head hurts, my jaw hurts, my neck hurts. Why does it smell like mold and mildew? What the fuck happened? I try to ask Tamisra what the fuck happened, but when I don't feel her, I'm immediately flooded with the events of today. Adrenaline shoots through me, my eyes fly open, and I sit up. My baby! My baby, I close my eyes and listen, hearing his strong heartbeat and sighing in relief that he's okay. Then, I look at my surroundings. I'm in a cage, one I've seen before, in that bastard's memory. It looks the same in person. There's the dirty cot with a paper-thin mattress, a puke green blanket that makes me itchy just looking at it, a stained pillow, chains with handcuffs on either side of the bed, and a bucket beside it. I shudder. I turn around when I hear metal screeching and clunking, seeing Felix close and lock the door. Well, I was much happier when I thought he was dead-Aylin was right; I
Amara’s POV-a few hours laterI must have fallen asleep at some point because I’m abruptly woken up by violent crashes and yelling. I shoot up in bed, my hopes soaring. “Get up,” Damon says, approaching me; I hesitate. I would be stupid to try and fight my way out of this; I’m way too weak. I jump when my door crashes open, and Samirah runs in. “He’s down; the back hall is our only way out. A female demon and a male wolf are guarding the door. We have to go now; Silas will be coming here any minute,” she says to Damon as she runs over to me and jerks me out of bed. I stagger, my head getting light. No! I just need to stay here, bide time, it won’t take them long to get here! She steadies me before she looks at Damon.“Can you carry her?” she says. I step back just as she looks at me. “Amara, we’re going to get you out of here; if you want to go home, you must listen to us. You’ll be too slow if you try to run; either let Damon carry you or get on my back. Silas is coming here now.
There's a knock on the door before it opens, and the same person who took me to my MRI, Justin, I think, comes in with a wheelchair. After my MRI, they brought me to a different room with a bigger bed that looked a lot more annoying to move. Honestly, I could have walked. Now that my supernatural healing kicked in, I feel fine. Starving, but fine. The doctors said I have to eat very slowly to get my digestive system working properly again and that if I ate an entire jar of peanut butter like I wanted to, I would just throw it back up immediately and feel like shit. So, my new best friends were crackers with peanut butter and a side of chicken broth. "Hello again, Alpha, Luna. Dr. Crowen is ready for you in the ultrasound room," he says as he locks the wheelchair. I sit up and swing my legs around to get out of bed. Immediately, Roman and Seth jump up, trying to help me. I roll my eyes. "I told you both, I'm fine!" I say, getting up and sitting in the chair Roman's nervousne
I was finally discharged after my next ultrasound. My powers and Tamisra returned about two hours after my first ultrasound, so I insisted I was ready to go home. But considering it was already eight at night, Roman and the nurses convinced me to stay. I'm at least allowed to eat again, and goddess, I'm fucking ravenous. I feel like I can't eat enough. Roman and the nurse, Jess, tried to get me to slow down, but at my ultrasound, Dr. Crowen said as long as I can handle it, I should eat whenever I want to keep up with baby girl's growth rate. Speaking of, she gained another two ounces overnight. It didn't sound like a big deal to me, but I have no knowledge of anything in the medical field. Dr. Crowen said it was very significant, given that wolf pups are expected to gain two ounces weekly at this stage. Everything points to me going into labor at the end of the month, which I don't want to think about.But this isn't exactly something I can just block out. Thankfully, my dad offered
It’s been four days, and Roman’s shadows still haven’t found any evidence of Silas moving toward his home; it looks like he will be coming to us. He’s been rallying all his people into one spot; even people from his kingdom were seen moving out, so everyone is on edge, including me. I suggested moving in once he had them all together, but Roman said it’s better to let him think he has the element of surprise, and it will give us the “home-field advantage.” I wanted to just get it over with; the stakes are so much higher now. Given that we’re unsure if he will lead with those half-Kudde beasts he made, Roman had the security system expanded so my family and I would have time to take off and neutralize that threat. Thayer, Dahlia, and all the troops he planned to send are here. Roman called and updated him on the situation, and he said he’d rather come now if an attack is imminent, so they could get familiar with the land. It was no question whether or not we would be attacked at night