DAISYI was plunged back from the awful flashback by a series of chants and spells that could not pinpoint. Suddenly, everything came back to me. I was not Daisy Miller anymore. I was Lucy Black, and the feeling was just like I had thought it was going to be. I hated it. The person I was in the past five centuries was who I wanted to hold on to. The one that cursed an entire bloodline, and the one that had started an enmity between witches and werewolves. They had killed me so soon when I was a young eighteen years old child. They deserved it. My throat bobbed when it reminded me of the triplets. History had repeated itself this time. It was not Cedric, Ambrose, and Yves this time. It was Liam, Declan, and Julian. I had grown fond of them… and they most likely knew about the curse. Did that mean that only one of them was ever going to be able to make it and the rest of them are going to die? No way. I was too fond of Declan and Liam. Julian too, and he was the father to my unborn kids
THIRD PERSON’S POVThree months. Three months of sleepless nights, painful days, and brutally long hours were what the triplets had been going through. They did not know what it felt like to not have a mate after getting mated to Daisy. They would often see people getting the withdrawals from their mate being absent but they never thought they were going to feel that way someday too. For Julian, it was even worse than he thought it was going to be. With every day that passed, all he could remember was the ways he would have made her feel special. He had been so terrible to her and now that she was gone, he regretted it more than ever. Even though he knew he started to get a semblance of redemption before she left, the guilt still ate at him every day. His brothers did not even try to hide how they were still pissed at him from what happened almost nine months ago now. Julian wanted to know if Daisy was okay, and he wanted to know if his children had been given birth to. It ate him
DAISY I knew of pain. I knew what I felt when Julian had practically ripped my heart out of my chest and used it to play. I also remember the pain from when I was Lucy Hale— when the triplets had killed me and I was on the brink of death. But none of it compared to the pain I was feeling now that I was lying down in the pool of blood while I was trying to push out my children. I could feel everything and with no one to help, it was pain. My throat was sore from calling out to Daniel to come and help me. It seemed that I had killed him alongside other witches or something had happened. I felt so bad but I didn't even have the energy to. By the time I pushed out the kids, the entire energy in my body was drained and I lay there on the floor, at the mercy of no one while I heard the cries of my children. I felt restless and wished I could sit up and pick them up, but I couldn’t. Not just because of the exhaustion but because of the curse I placed. I was a half-witch, and my children
THIRD PERSON’S POVThe triplets had picked a day and cleared their schedule for when they were going to get their mother. Declan did not know what to expect, because for all he knew she wasn’t even related to any witch in any manner and it was all just a big misunderstanding. But he was not going to forgive himself if he did not at least explore the chance of it, and basically two birds with one stone. He was going to find out about the woman who birthed him and also get help about his mate. They had embarked on the journey that was going to take at least half of the day. They were in their car, alternating to drive every few hours while the others that were not driving read through some manuscripts about witches because they wanted to try and decipher what the journal meant but they had little to no success with that. It was like trying to learn a brand new language. “This is so frustrating man.” Liam groaned as he slammed the big book he was reading shut and leaned his head to the
THIRD PERSON’S POV“Who are you?" Declan asked after a moment of silence passed between him, his siblings, and the other person who eerily looked like them and could be their sibling. He could see the look on her face too. She knew something was definitely wrong when three copies of her were standing on her doorstep on a random day. “More of who are you?” She frowned, eyebrows deepening. “Or who are you looking for?” Declan looked at his brothers, his lips forming into a thin line before he answered, “We are looking for Aurora Hale. Our mother.” The girl’s eyebrows shot up as shock evenly distributed throughout her body. Aurora Hale was the name of her mother who had left her when she was an infant and disappeared into the world. “No way in hell,” she muttered, realisation also dawning on her that the men in front of her were her siblings. She had never thought that she had family anywhere until today. She had craved familial life and support that it almost felt like a joke. “You a
THIRD PERSON’S POVWren drank in the expressions on their faces when she left her room. She did not know how long it was going to take them to find their mate or how far they were going to take her so she did not what to pack. She decided on not to get anything and to hit the road as soon as possible. “You are not going to pack anything?” Declan asked. He took in the outfit she was wearing and judged if it was going to keep her comfortable for the duration they were going to go back to the pack and the last place they presumed she was in. In the research that they had taken over the last three months, they came to the conclusion that she had gone to the woods and she had taken her bodyguard with her who was also nowhere to be found. “No. Do I need more clothes?” She asked him. Declan judged by the time they had and the amount of pressure he was under and decided that he couldn’t wait for all of that, “No, it's fine. We should be on our way Wren.” She agreed to him with a nod before
DAISY “Keep your hands off them or I am going to blow up the entire fucking place.” Someone thundered at Killian whose fingers were inches away from my baby’s throat. A sore cry of silent relief escaped me as I arched my head down. I had already pictured what it was going to look like and my body was a few seconds from shutting down. “And who are you?” Killian asked, retreating the knife completely from my baby. I closed my eyes as I tried to sit down but my body still felt too heavy and I was still in pain from childbirth. This was the worst thing I have ever had to go through. I just wanted it to be over. To be back in the palace with my children and my mates safe and sound. If wishes were horses. “I am the person that is going to kill you if you lay a hand on those children.” She stepped forward. Behind her, my eyes peeped at my mates. The three of them were standing in line, searching through the strange shrine with their eyes. It was then I noticed the resemblance they had wit
THIRD PERSON’S POVWith the babies in their hands, it slowed them down as they managed to leave the cave with Daisy behind. Wren could barely carry herself to run because this was the first time she was using her magic this way. She had always believed that she couldn’t learn how to do magic because she was simply incapable but what she just did, it took years of hard work and practice to be able to do that. She couldn’t believe her abilities, and she wanted to ponder about it once they were out of this place successfully. “Take this route, we need to move as fast as possible.” Declan, who looked like he did this every day, instructed them. He worked well under pressure. It was one of the things he learned from his father and when he would train with the beta of the pack and some of the warriors. His brothers got invited too but none of them really came. Especially after they were told the whole thing about the prophecy surrounding their family. “Yes, we do.” Julian clutched the baby