Hah! This was such an emotional ride... but it isn't over. Let's hope that the Alpha Luna and the wolf-witches will come through for our boy Cillian. If this chapter made you cry, mad, angry, furious, and whatever sorts of emotions, let me know!!! My beta readers and I sobbed, cried, and wailed! LOL I'm going back to the last 10 chapters to reply to messages/comments, so if you wrote a comment, check back on my replies. Thanks for all your support. Next multiple chapters will be this weekend. Come and check my group, KT Valentine's Baby Dolls. Song list for this chapter: Every time we touch (by Brent Morgan- slow version) You are my sunshine (Jasmine Thompson - slow version) Thank you for all the love. XOXO Lovelots! KT Valentine P.S. Remember the fireworks, baby?
Kayleigh No. No. No. “Cillian… Kill… D-don’t leave m-me…” I whisper in between my sobs while I cradle his head as it rests on my lap. I drop feather kisses on his face the way he used to when he’s trying to woo me. My lips feel warmth starting to dissipate from his skin while I leave a trail of kisses, stamping his face with mixed tears, blood, snot, and even saliva. It doesn’t matter because I know that Cillian wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s hard to breathe and speak in between my cries. I don’t even know what to say, anyway. There’s so much stuff going on in my head and I’m having a hard time sorting out what I want to say and do. My wolf is here, I just need to let it surface so I can maybe, maybe, heal Cillian. But how? How do I call my wolf to come forward? “S-s-somebody help him! H-help us!” My shoulders sag from feeling hopeless and desperate. Cillian’s wound --- I know it’s lethal, but he’s an Alpha. Even without his full aura, his body will process
Andrei What a fucking mess. I’m still trying to recover from the debacle that unfolded. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Cillian’s life is hanging on the brink of death. Fuck. Did I do this? Did my actions set this whole thing in motion? What is this heavy weight I feel on my chest? Could it be... guilt? It happened so fast. I moved Kayleigh out of the Beta’s line of sight as soon as I saw the traitor pick up the dagger and gear to hurl the weapon forward. But even if I didn’t make it in time to protect Kayleigh, Cillian made sure she was going to be unharmed, anyway. He caught the weapons midway. One with his hand and another with his body. Is there anything this guy can’t do to look heroic? Who would’ve thought that the concoction burnished on Kayleigh’s knife intended for the enemy is what would cause serious injury to her fated mate? Cillian sure has a flare for the dramatics. The guy could have just yielded to his coma without stir
Andrei “What? I tell nothing but the truth,” Bash shams sincerity of concern, even though it’s obvious that he’s just saying things to irk me by riling up Juliana. “That’s from another lifetime. We’re past that.” I bite back a snarl. We discontinue our conversation to gaze at the two-arguing she-wolves, Kayleigh and Reagan. Gio steps in between the two women dear to him and hauls his wife away from his godsister. I’m so glad I’m not in that situation right now. My heart crumples watching Kayleigh in agony. I’ve never seen her this unstable. Kayleigh has been slating everyone around her, trying to find someone to be mad at, someone to blame. And it seems like she’s got her sights set on me. “Andrei! You need to help Cillian. You can heal him.” Kayleigh whisper-yells. “With a weak Alpha aura, it’s not gonna work.” I run my palm down my face. Juliana tries to pull away from me but I tighten my arm around her body, pressing her harder
Kayleigh Andrei is right. As soon as my wolf merged with my human form, I instantly knew what to do. It’s as if another brain was added to my head that I suddenly attained a new dimension of thinking. Not wanting to waste any minute, I rush to Cillian and immediately sink my fangs on his skin. Three bites to surround the stabbed part of his chest. In each bite, I release the Alpha Luna venom, a substance from my essence that can either kill or heal depending on what I will it to be. In this instance, it’s for the latter… it’s to rid the toxins from Cillian’s body and heal him. Bring him back to consciousness. Bring him back to me. I wait. But nothing happens. “The barrier is lifted!” Someone yells with an obvious edge of hope in her voice. I repeat puncturing my mate’s chest with more bites. Closer to the stabbed wound this time. Again, three bites bearing my venom. **Cillian, my love… Cillian… wake up. ** I
Kayleigh One Week Later… It’s been exactly six days since the tragic night of the Moon Festival. Six painful sunrises that remind Wolf-bloods of the night they lost friends and family members. Six unbearable sunsets that mothers and fathers never got to embrace the children they lost in the wolf-war. Tonight makes six heart-crushing evenings of waiting for mates who will never come home again. It’s Friday at dusk. Instead of the casual bonfire at the back of the O’Ryan manor, we are somewhere in the outskirts of Missouri, in a memorial cemetery reserved privately for Wolf-bloods. The Blue Blood Pack members are gathered here for the funeral ceremony in honor of their loved ones who have passed on. As if the there’s not enough nails traipsing my heart to pieces, someone turns the sound system and puts on, what I think is, the most melancholic song, at least for the moment. You are my sunshine… My only sunshine… You make me happy… When skies are gray… I didn’t ne
Kayleigh “Kayleigh, I’m sorry. I know what I did wasn’t ideal, but we’re here now. Will you please stop being mad?” Andrei breaks me out of my trance and literally stops me from a self-induced panic attack. “Okay,” I say, softening my tone. “But you’re still mad.” “Andrei, truly, I’m not mad. Okay? But I can’t talk about this right now. It still hurts too much, and frankly, it still… gives me anxiety.” I swallow the lump in my throat that formed from subduing my tears. “Well, when do you want to talk about it? Because I’m tired of walking on eggshells. We’ve been skirting around this conversation for several days. Why am I being punished for my heroic actions? Pray do tell.” “Oh, Goddess. Heroic actions? Really?” I roll my eyes, almost blurting in a laugh. He’s not the only one who calls what he did, “heroic.” In retrospect, I guess, you can call it that. I just really have a hard time accepting his gruesome solution to
Kayleigh “Are you going to shift into your wolf or just stay in human form when we go for the wolf run to scatter the ashes?” Cillian mumbles between our kisses. My body burns with his touches. I mentally remind myself that we’re out in public so I have to swallow my moans and tell myself that I cannot just straddle him and grind my center on his growing hard-on. “Your pack nurse said I should be good. But I’d like to march with the non-Wolf-blood mates and the children. The mourning she-wolves can join you guys in the run without worrying about their kids. Gisella and I can get a head start walking with them. We’ll meet you at the casting spot.” I rub my nose against my mate’s before devouring his lips again. I truly want to get to know the pack members starting with the women and the children in the most natural way, by mingling with them. Cillian stops kissing me and pulls his head back to stare into my eyes. His golden hazel eyes glisten, from what, I don’t know. “What’s that
Cillian It’s been a long day. I’m glad that we were finally able to do a tribute for the fallen Wolf-bloods. It was the last thing on my list before I can finally focus my attention to my mate and give her much needed time together, just the two of us, no one else. Even just for the night. After a quick take-out dinner and a joint shower, Kayleigh passed out while waiting for me to finish last minute mind-link briefings with my pack members. I’m exhausted. I’m spent. I’m sleepy. I’m horny. I’m hungry. I’m drained. Whether in human skin or werewolf form, my mind and body are in a state of complete exhaustion. But I can’t just sit back and relax when there is so much to do to put my pack back to something that resembles orderly. You’d think that after I survive a near-death experience I’d get a pass and a day-off from all pack duties. But, no. Thanks to my fucknut dad who bailed out on us the minute his traitor Beta pulls a rebellion, I was already swamped wit