My eyes went wide as I looked at Lizzie’s resurrected form. But then I realized what Emma had said about Lizzie.Her soul was bound with Morax and she couldn’t die if Morax was alive. All along I was directing my power in the wrong direction, but maybe I was fueled by anger and then I completely forgot about what Emma told me.“It looks like your little dead friend didn’t tell you. Nobody can kill me, My soul is immortal and killing is no mere mortal work, it will require divine intervention. What god do you pray to? Oh, yes, yes, Selene. Now pray to her and she might save you but she can’t. Do you want to know why?” Lizzie told me, her eyes wide and grin wide on her face.All her expressions were ruthless, cruel none matched the human persona. I couldn't believe that she once was a human but maybe when she was alive, her soul was never human.“Why?” I asked, deciding to entertain her, that would give me some time to align my thoughts and then attack her again. I might not be able to
Morax just disappeared and I looked at the empty space as if he would just pop back up in the space.My vision swirled in front of me, I couldn’t concentrate.“Dad…” I stammered, I swayed on my legs.But he was looking no good, sweat was dripping down from his forehead.A low painful groan left his mouth as he took up the scene that Morax had evacuated. His clenched fists were a sign of his frustration and more than he was angry. I could feel his emotions burning in his eyes.I was so busy looking at Dad and he was distracted looking at the empty place. We were shocked and that was an understatement. We were horrified not because we lost but because we knew that Morax would come back more stronger than this.“Dad,” I repeated, trying to bring his attention toward me. We both were so focused on Morax that we forgot that the battle was still ongoing.Unconscious Lizzie was back in her form, although a little weak she was still powerful. I was taken by surprise when she launched her atta
The pain in my head was pounding like a drum, each beat sending sharp stabs through my temples. I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to a blur of unfamiliar surroundings. The first thing that registered was the throbbing ache in my head, and the second was the desperate need to know where Emma's unborn child was."Where's the child?" I blurted out, my voice hoarse and raspy. Panic clawed at my chest as I struggled to sit up, my surroundings coming into focus. The world swayed, and I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me back down."Calm down, Daisy," a voice said, and I turned to see Mason, his eyes filled with concern. His hand lingered on my shoulder, the touch strangely comforting."The child, Emma's child," I insisted, my words tumbling out in urgency.Mason's eyes widened, surprise and something else flickering across his face. "Easy, Daisy. You need to rest. The child is safe with Michael, you don’t have to worry about that."I blinked, confusion mixing with the pain
Grace’s POV“Why are we standing here, Gracie,” Xander groaned.We were sitting in our room when I felt something in my heart and then I brought him here on the front porch of the pack house.I didn’t know but there was something deep in my heart that was tugging me in this direction.“I don’t know, Xan. But my instincts drew me here. Like something will happen here.” I said, my voice was soft but there was a hint of urgency in it.“You are running on hormones, my dear little mate.” he huffed, clearly frustrated from my tantrums. And as we were bantering we both saw a blinding light coming out from a portal in front of the porch.“See,” I screamed at him and his eyes were wide as if he couldn’t believe himself.“I told you, something was about to happen and you thought that it was my hormones talking. But look at that.” I said in excitement and this earned me an eyeroll.“Okay, fine.” he huffed.I looked at him with squinted eyes and hissed at him, “Ever since I became pregnant. You h
The conference room was dimly lit, the heavy atmosphere reflective of the urgency that gripped our pack. Maps sprawled across the large wooden table, marked with strategic points and the locations of recent skirmishes. Daisy sat to my left, her piercing gaze fixed on the maps as she tapped her fingers impatiently. On my right, Xander leaned forward, his eyes intense."We need to locate Morax before he am*sses more power. The hellhounds Robert sent are our best shot at finding the escaped witch," Xander declared, his voice resonating with authority.I nodded in agreement, my mind already racing through the possible scenarios. "We can't afford to underestimate Morax. If he's managed to gather more power, we'll be facing a formidable force. Daisy, was there anything that you found odd when Morax disappeared?Daisy shook her head.“Nothing, a portal opened up and he vanished, like he was never there. I tried to look around, but I was exhausted at that point and Lizzie’s attack made me muc
“I want to come with you Xan. I don’t want to send you off to fight alone. You told me that we were in this together so why are you not understanding?” I pouted at him as he took me back to our room.“Do you think I want to leave you alone? And more so in your conditions. You are pregnant, Grace, I can’t take a risk about two important things in my life. One is my lovely mate and the other is my kids. So nope, you are not coming.” he said sternly and we entered the room.I whimpered with the thought that he was about to leave me.Xander sighed heavily, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and concern as he looked at me. "Gracie, you know I would never willingly leave you alone, especially now. But the pack needs me, and I can't risk your safety or the safety of our unborn children."I crossed my arms, frustration bubbling within me. "Xan, I can fight too, I'm not helpless, and I won't let you face this danger alone. We can protect each other."He cupped my face gently, his
Daisy’s POVMy head was pounding hard and even though I had said that I was ready to go with Xander on the field, I was lying to myself.I knew I couldn’t. Staying up on my feet was becoming a hard task and dots were dancing in front of my eyes.My mind was troubled with various questions. Mason being the most frequent thought. Whatever we were or whatever was going on between us was still a bone of contentment between us.I always knew that accepting the fact that I had two mates would be difficult for Mason. At the start, it was difficult for me because never in my wildest dream I thought of having two mates. But this came as a surprise to me.I just hope that Mason comes to terms with this because I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I needed my mates, needed my Mason and if he tried to break up with me, I would burn him into crisps.I internally snorted at the ridiculous thought, I could never do that.A chill ran down my spine when the re*ssuring voice never returned, somethin
I slumped down heavily on the floor as the door of my room burst open and werewolf warriors came inside.They searched the room through their eyes but found nothing, except the black mist. The residue of the confrontation between Morax and me.“We heard the noise,” The guard questioned as he looked at my slumped figure on the floor.I squeezed my eyes closed, my body feeling the weight of the fight that I had just fought.I just wanted to rest and sleep, maybe for a year.I opened my mouth to speak, to answer them, what really had transpired in the room. But apart from a hollow voice nothing came, my vision swam in front of my eyes. And the people I was seeing clearly were now just faceless figures, their images distorting.And with that without any prior warning, I just slumped down and fell asleep.I needed that rest, it was like someone just dragged into the dark abyss that was comforting and after weeks I was feeling safe, secure, and comfortable.After what felt like the most pea