Aurora. “Hello daughter of mine” that same voice chimed, only it wasn’t from the woman holding the child, it came from beside me. I snapped my eyes over my shoulder and jumped back. The woman was now standing next to me, but she was still sitting on the mattress as well. I flipped my head from the woman on the mattress, to the woman standing in front of me, and back and forth again. She chuckled, the sound sounding more like gentle bells than a laugh. “I am her, and she is me. Just as she is you, and you are her” she said rhythmically while waving to the young girl. So, she confirmed it then. The girl is me, well a younger me, but me all the same.
Aurora. “I’m going to kill you”. The whispered words slipped through my clenched teeth before I could stop them. But it felt better than good to say it out loud, so why not roll with it. I lifted my head slowly and glared at Selene with all the coldness in my heart. “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I swear to you, one day I will kill you” I proclaimed as I stared her down. She looked back at me with no emotion on her perfect face. The room we were in moments ago was gone. We were no longer in the
Zelena. I stared at Elaine’s face, trying to get my brain to digest the words. A message. What message, and from who? My eyes flicked to the Indian beauty sitting beside her, Venus, who stared back with a blank expression. I was quick to realise that I wasn’t going to get anything out of her. I moved my gaze over to my mother. She looked worried, maybe even a little shaken. There's definitely something going on here. I could just make out a red line on her forehead, just below her hair line. From a distance it looks like a partially healed wound. I dropped Gunner’s hand and marched over to her, grabbing her face and pulling her head down so I could see it more clearly. I could still smell the blood on her, and the freshness of the mark tells me this was recent, like very recent. Lunaya carefully patted my wrist and pulled it from her cheek. “I’m fine hon” she said earnestly, “What happened?” I demanded. When she didn’t answer immediately, I looked over her shoulder to Alyse, who q
Zelena. “Only one can survive” I whispered softly. They heard me, I know they did, they’re supernatural creatures for crying out loud. But only silence followed. I may be late to this new discovery, but clearly each of them have already gone through the paces. They know what comes next. Elaine cleared her throat, bringing our thoughts and attention back to the room. “If I may, Goddess, the message” she said to me. “Right, sorry” I answered shakily with a nod of my head. “The hour is now. The transfer must be complete before the rise of the next full moon” she said sternly. I stared back at her blankly. I don’t know what that means. She waited for me to speak, but I don’t know what I'm meant to say, that makes no sense to me. I looked down at my feet and pondered the meaning. The transfer? Transfer of what exactly. “That’s it?” Gunner asked from over my shoulder. “That is the message” she confirmed with a swift nod. “What transfer?” Roe asked, “What does that mean?” Gu
Zelena. Lunaya looked back down at me with a warm gentle smile. She is a good woman, I can see that now. I regret being so hard on her back when she told me the truth about who she really was. I was awful to her then, thought it does feel like a whole other lifetime ago now. I'm actually very lucky to have her. She's so strong and brave, and unbelievably resilient. But there is so much more to her, so much that she hides from everyone else around. She has a softness to her, there’s a motherly glow in her eyes when she looks at me. Roe has the same kind of spark in her gaze too. I know I can trust her, with anything and everything, including my deepest fears and insecurities. All the daunting feelings filling my chest, the fears I have for the fast-approaching end to this prophecy. I know that can share them all with her, without the possibility of her judging me, or seeing me as weak. I have no doubt she is carrying many of the same fears. I sighed heavily and opened my mouth to spea
Zelena. Gunner’s deep growl rumbled through the village. I turned back around to see that he had stepped forward and the half-man was smiling wickedly back at him. Gunner barked an order and the pack fighters closed in around them tighter, preparing for attack. They all seem so alert and cautious, which is good, they should be cautious. But why is there so much fear in the air, the smell of it is hard to ignore. As I looked around at our fighters and Gunner, I noticed the way they watched the half-man closely, like they were expecting him to do something. The half-man smirked at Gunner, and it hit me. It’s so obvious now, I don’t know how I could not have seen it before. Gunner, and this man, they know each other, somehow. The man held out his hands in surrender and chuckled. I watched as the hair slowly disappeared into his skin. His human frame got shorter and smaller as his limbs shrunk. I watched in amazement as his face reverted back to that of a normal human. He was a little
Zelena. “Who are you?” Doyle asked in a half whisper, almost like he wasn’t sure of the question. “What?” I blanked. He was so sure that I was Whiskey, basically cocky about his assuredness. What changed? “You’re not the same she-wolf I...” he began, speaking slowly and softly, but he was quickly silenced by a rumbling growl from Gunner. “Stop deflecting, where is the survivor?” he demanded as he stood in front of me. His voice echoed through the village, but then it hung in the air like a dark cloud instead of dissipating, pressing down on all of us. Gunner is different, I could feel it from the moment he returned. But it’s so clear now, and I can’t be the only one that can see and feel it. His power, the Alpha aura, everything about him and his energy feels so much bigger, stronger, more potent now. I leaned to the side to see around Gunner’s body, just as Doyle growled and waved his hand above his head. He looked over his shoulder to the tree line, just as three human figur
Zelena. Once back at the house, I bounded up the stairs to the nursery. This whole situation has me feeling all kinds of paranoid. I know Smith would flash if something was wrong, but that doesn’t settle my overactive imagination. I rushed to push open the door and stepped into the darkness of the babies room. I paused in the doorway and listened for their gentle little snores filling the silence. I flicked on the lamp by the door and both Venus and Smith stared at me with wide surprised and fearful eyes. They were sitting side by side on the floor, the both of them leaning against the wall. They each pulled a weird look of desperation and silently waved their hands in front of them, motioning for me to turn the light off again. But it was too late. Little G. stirred awake and her soft cries filled the room. I chuckled at the exhausted look on both Smith and Venus’s faces as they slumped back against the wall in unison. “We just got her back to sleep” Smith grumbled as he pushed him