---Warrick---
I shoot up out of bed and my screams die down as I realize where I am. I am back at the Blood Moon Packhouse in my bedroom. Every night, for the past three months, I am plagued by nightmares. I relive her death over and over. My sweet, beautiful mate. I watch her fall lifeless to the ground after my father put a bullet in her brain. I can’t stop replaying the look on her face when she realized I was going to reject her and her cries for me not to. The guilt is eating me alive. I was trying to save her, protect her, but it didn’t matter. My cold-hearted father killed her anyway.
As soon as we got back, I had to tell her mom and Alp
Thank you for following Divina and Warrick's journey so far. I am sorry for my delays in updating. I have struggled more than I anticipated in writing these chapter's where they will be separated. Unfortunately for me, I am an empath and while I feel others emotions around me, I didn't expect to feel my characters' emotions so strongly. I cry with them and grieve with them as I write, but I am learning to embrace these chapters as they will be a time of great growth for them. They will become more than what they would have been had they not experienced this loss. I would love to hear from you. Thanks again for reading. Vivi xoxo
---Greg--- It’s been three months and Divina still hasn’t woken up. Michael assures me she is okay and to give her time, but I am starting to get really worried. She mumbles in her sleep and on more than one occasion she has woken us up screaming, but she has never regained consciousness. The healer that Michael called in said that she has been traumatized and her mind is keeping her unconscious until she is ready to face everything. I want to go home, but I can’t bring myself to leave Divina, and there is no way for me to reach out while we are here because no technology nor mind links work here. I spend my days helping out however I can and have s
The man rolls his eyes and cuts them to Selene. “Seriously? Do I look that much like Michael that people get us confused?” he asks, clearly annoyed. Selene giggles and her eyes dance with mirth. “You both look similar, but I never have had a hard time telling you both a part.” The man turns back to me and says, “No, I am not Michael. My name is Archangel Gabriel.” I gulp and whisper, “The Messenger Angel.” He nods and he visibly relaxes. “I’m assuming since you are here, you have a message for me,” I say bluntly. “I do. Your friend, Divina, is probably the most important person in the world right now. We were hoping that she would be able to avoid the current path that she is on, but now that she is on it, all you can do is help her through it,” he says. “How am I supposed to help her?” I question him.
I am pulled back into myself, and Divina and I are still locked in our battle with my forehead against hers and my hands holding her face still. She pushes me back with a strength I had no idea she possessed and glares at me with her blue eyes swimming in tears. She is angry with me for forcing her to face reality. A feral cry leaves her lips, and she launches herself at me. At first, I was resolved to let her get her frustrations out and was going to let her use me as a human punching bag, but shit, her hits fucking hurt! I do my best to dodge and block her attacks without harming her, but she is moving faster than I have ever seen her move in training. She is like an avenging angel that plans to burn the entire world down around her. My eyes widen when her entire body starts to glow, and her hair mov
---Divina--- “I’m going to run you a shower and let you get changed into fresh clothes. I’m sorry to say it but, baby girl, you stink,” Dad says and wrinkles his nose at me. He lets me down and I rub the back of my neck sheepishly. “Yeah, not taking a shower in 3 months will do that,” Greg says behind me. I am mortified. I just let him hold me for several minutes and he never said a word about me being stinky. My face flushes bright red and I turn to rush off to the shower when I realize I have no idea how to get back to where we were staying. The place where I blew the roof off.
When I wake up, I find that I have been tucked snuggly under the covers of Greg’s bed. I can smell his sandalwood scent all around me and I am still in my towel much to my relief, at least he didn’t try to dress me. The thought has me cringing. Just what I would need, one of my best friend’s seeing parts of me they shouldn’t. I blanch at the thought. I gather my towel around me and find the clothes that Greg had promised to bring me draped over the chair in the corner. They are simple, a well worn pair of jeans and a light top that has a low cut back. I found it odd, at first, until I realized it was made in such a way that my wings could come out without ripping my clothes. Hmm. Maybe I should keep that in mind when I get back home. I get dressed and walk into the bathroom and laugh out loud when I see my hair. I sigh and pull my clothes off and step back in the shower and rewash myself quickly and pay extra atte
---Greg--- Dinner was quiet. Not awkward, just quiet. The meals here are simple but filling so I can’t complain too much. I would kill for a pizza though. Divina keeps staring at her dad with eyes shining as bright as a child on Christmas morning. She seems content to just be around him and not say a word. We clear the table after we are done eating and Michael pulls out an old metal tin and places it on the table. I look over at it curiously and shake my head. “You want us to play dominos?” I ask. Divina squeals with excitement and scurries over to her chair and bounces in her seat. She pulls the lid off the tin, dumps the dominos out, and starts mixing them up. Michael sits down and watches her work.
I don’t know when I actually drifted off to sleep. I barely fit in this recliner, but I managed to get semi comfortable. I am a light sleeper, hazard of being a Beta and a warrior. Always on guard even when it seems I am relaxed. I look around and try to figure out what woke me up. A soft whimper and movement catch my attention. Divina is thrashing in her sleep and mumbling, but I can’t quite make out what she is saying. I’m not sure if I should wake her or leave her be but decide to let it go when she seems to settle down a bit. I start to drift back off to sleep when she lets out a blood curdling scream and her breathing becomes ragged. She is crying hysterically now, and she starts to plead in her sleep, “Please! Don’t do this. Don’t throw me away. Warrick, PLEASE!” Goddess my heart clenches in my c
It’s been two months since Greg made me face reality. I would love to say that living without Warrick is getting easier, but that is not the case. The nightmares are worse. I wake up most mornings with Greg wrapped around me and I know he came to me during the night to comfort me. We start out in our own rooms now that my roof has been fixed, but he never fails to be there for me. Guilt. Guilt consumes me as well because I see how much my nightmares affect his sleep. He hasn’t had a full night of sleep in months, but he never complains. He just continues to be my friend and the anchor that keeps me from floating off into insanity. I have had long conversations with my father. Many have become very uncomfortable. I have siblings. My dad has fallen in love many times over the years and all of his children are immortal. I am the only one that has ever exhibited power like this though. The brother that is closest to me in age is 500 years older than me. All in