“Then I dare you to call her here so I can see for myself,” my mother says, leaning back in her chair. “I come from a long line of witches, and will be able to tell.” Verena leans forward and hangs her head in her hands. Her shoulders shake slightly while she cries, and it takes everything in me to
Verena /“I won’t interfere with whatever you have or don’t have with Niklaus. But if you’re looking for a future with my son, you need to come clean about everything… And that includes the real reason you’re here.”/ Those were the last words Alpha Niklaus’ mother whispered to me, but she gave no e
My heart drops and so does the smile on my face. That sounded quite ominous. “Now you’re making me worried, Mom. Is everything okay?” I ask and I start to pace. Something feels…wrong, especially since she’s not answering me immediately. “Mom—” “Uhm, I have to go, sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok
Verena It’s nearly 8pm and my mother hasn’t arrived yet. When I spoke with her on the phone last, she was on her way. But now her phone is switched off and I am 1000% in worry mode. I also can’t track and trace her phone, nor can I use the Mind Link since we’re no longer in the same pack. I’ve co
Niklaus As I stride out to meet Ares, the evening air is crisp against my skin, carrying a sense of urgency that sets my instincts on edge. The call through the mind link had been terse, Ares’s voice was tight with concern, which is odd in itself. Nothing good ever follows a call that comes too s
I’ll leave them alone for the evening after, but that’s how much time I can allow before my mother starts asking questions. We arrive at the hotel and reach Verena’s apartment door just as Shelby arrives. She gives me a nod, her expression serious, understanding the gravity of the situation without
Verena The look on my mothers face holds so many questions, but none I am prepared to answer right now. Last night I nearly lost her. The last thing I want to do is to answer the questions I know she has about me and Niklaus. Not that I can give her any answers anyway, because I don’t know the ans
“Mom!” I scream, leaping to my feet, the teacup shattering on the floor. Panic and disbelief war within me as I rush to her side, my hands pressing against the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. Her eyes meet mine, filled with pain and an apology she doesn’t need to voice. “Run, Verena