VERENA“He can go. It’s safe,” Celine says. I sigh in defeat.We both step into the circle together, and I feel the subtle energy buzz under my skin. I move close to Ezra and look at him. His eyes are closed, and his chest heaves with each breath he takes. His face is clear from those wretched silver marks, which makes me feel relieved.My legs tremble as I bend towards the leaf, a wave of dizziness threatening to pull me under. Elijah’s hand, warm and assuring, presses against my back in support. I keep one hand on his shoulder, grateful for his help and steadying myself, I reach for the leaf. It lays limp on the ground, its vibrant red color turned black.I hiss as I feel a burning sensation on my hand while holding the leaf. Elijah steps forward to take the leaf from my hand, but I shake my head.“The one who started the ritual must hold the leaf,” I say, and he stops.His eyes narrow in anger. “Such a stupid ritual.” He mutters under his breath. “What next?” he asks.“I have to th
VERENA“Ezzie!” My eyes water with tears. Elijah lets me go, and I run towards him.Dad lowers him gently to the ground. I engulf Ezra in a crushing hug, burying my face in his hair. A choked sob escapes my lips as his small arms wrap around my waist. Relief and a fierce sense of love for him wash over me in waves. We were so close to losing him.“Mommy!” He yells, hugging me back tightly. I close my eyes, letting the tears fall. My baby. He’s safe. It worked.My gaze meets Elijah's. His dark eyes, usually cold, now hold a depth of relief that mirrors my own. A silent understanding passes between us. No matter how distant we are now, we have faced the darkness together. As I look up, the first rays of dawn peek over the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of gold and pink. It warms my heart, filling it with hope.Thank you, Selene. I show the goddess my gratitude for saving my son.I break the hug and look at Ezra. His eyes are red and puffy. I wipe his cheeks and kneel to match hi
VERENA“Let grandpa carry you, big wolf,” Dad says with a smile, his voice thick with happiness and relief. Ezra’s face breaks into a wide grin as he scrambles towards his grandpa. He flings his arms around Dad’s neck, burying his face in his shoulder.Dad chuckles, carefully adjusting his hold to support Ezra’s small frame. He tilts forward slightly, ensuring Ezra won’t slip. Ezra giggles, his tiny legs wrapping securely around Dad’s waist.“Just like old times,” Dad chirps.I feel happy seeing them like this. Ezra is exhausted too, but he is his old cheerful self. My boy is strong. I look at Elijah. No, he’s our boy.“So, should I give you a piggy-back ride too?” Elijah asks, his voice playful. “Or should I let Rolf carry you?”I narrow my eyes. “I don’t want you half-naked inside the house.” I reply, imagining him in nothing but his boxers when he shifts back, his ripped muscles and abs on display. “This is not the time for your imagination to run free.” Elijah taunts with a smirk
My feet pad lightly on the floorboards as I approach him, my heart thudding a little louder with each step. He senses my presence and turns around.“Why aren’t you inside Ezra’s room?” I ask.He shrugs. “He’s spending time with Rayn, so I didn't want to disturb them,” he says, his face cold and stoic, like usual. But I can feel his yearning to be close to Ezra.My lips purse. Things between Dad and Elijah are still a little strained. It isn’t like Dad has been outwardly hostile towards him, but there has been tension between them. He accepted Elijah joining us for Ezra’s sake and also because of the cure. But a grudging acceptance isn’t the same as genuine warmth.Maybe it's something about them both being Alphas, some unspoken territorial code that makes them clash with each other.I walk over to the door and open it. Ezra’s scent hits me and I find him sitting on his bed with Dad beside his bed. They are talking to each other and maybe it's me, but something about Ezra feels off. Hi
VERENAI feel lost. What do I say to comfort him? He seems so scared.“You defeated him,” Elijah's voice comes all of a sudden and Ezra shifts his gaze towards him. Elijah looks at him with a serious face. “You are strong, Ezra. You defeated him like it was nothing.”Ezra sniffs, his nose red and his eyes puffy. “I did?”Elijah nods. “Yeah. You saved us. He was trying to hurt us, but you protected us. That’s why we are all safe now. Because of you.”Ezra looks down, blinks a few times as if he’s thinking something, then asks, “Then…I am stronger than him? Strong to protect Mommy?”“Yes. Absolutely. Just like him.” He points at his Buzz Lightyear action figure and Ezra’s eyes light up.“I’m a hero like him?”“Of course you are. You did not know that you are a hero?” Elijah feigns doubt by furrowing his brows. Ezra shakes his head innocently. “Hmm. That’s strange. Well, it's understandable. Heroes don’t know they are heroes and that’s what makes them cool. You are our hero, Ezra.”Ezra l
VERENA“See what you did?” Dory glares at Drake, who scratches the back of his neck.“Eh…it's a game where, um…you throw a ping-pong ball in plastic cups that have…” Drake looks at Dory hesitantly before answering, “Apple juice.”Ezra looks at them with amusement. “Wow. That sounds awesome. I want to play beer pong too!” He chirps and shifts his gaze towards me. “Mommy, can we play beer pong?”“Why don’t you show them your bicycle first? And your Buzz Lightyear?” I ask with a smile.“Yeah!” He turns to them, “Do you want to see my action figures?!” he asks in excitement.“Sure.” Dory nods, and he grabs her hand, pulling her towards his room.“Don’t rush,” I say.“Okay, Mommy.” His shout comes, and I smile as I hand Maria the plate. I hear footsteps and look up to find Elijah walking in, unbuttoning his coat. His gaze falls on me and my heart skips a beat.I told him to use one of our guest bathrooms to freshen up, and I can now smell the scent of shampoo on his hair that’s combed back
VERENAMy confusion is overtaken by the loud thumping of my heart as I feel Elijah’s presence beside me, his scent tempting me. Maria serves Elijah’s plate next after Ezra, and Elijah’s brows raise inquisitively when he sees his favorite dishes served on the plate.He looks at me and asks, a playful hint in his eyes, “Does Maria know what I like, or was it pure coincidence?”I shrug, spearing two of the perfectly seared scallops nestled on the bed of creamy grits. “Probably just a coincidence,” I mumble, trying to sound nonchalant despite the heat creeping up my cheeks.His eyes narrow playfully. “Coincidence, huh? Seems a little too on point for a coincidence. Did you, by any chance, mention my breakfast preferences to Maria?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. My heart skips a beat, then hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs. “Were you expecting me to stay?” he teases, his gaze flickering to my face.My cheeks heat up and I take a few truffle fries
VERENA The atmosphere at the lunch table is light-hearted and happy. Laughter bounces around the table, accompanied by the clinking of silverware. Dad is sharing one of his fishing stories.“It was a rare one. This huge…” He uses his hands to show how big the fish he caught was. Everyone is listening intently to him, even Elijah.During the conversation, I notice Ezra sliding the carrots to one side of his plate, his nose scrunched in distaste.“You don’t like carrots?” Elijah asks, staring at Ezra's plate.Ezra shakes his head. “They taste very bleugh!” He sticks his tongue out, and Elijah hums.“I see. It's totally okay to not like something after you have tasted it. But…” Elijah says, and Ezra looks up at him. “You shouldn’t waste food like that. Some people don’t have the luxury of a proper meal like you do. Recycling is much better than wasting.”My heart tugs at his words. That’s what I said during our marriage, on the day he threw the milk coffee I made for him. He still rememb