“Your mother is an amazing cook.” Erdem said and I smiled nodding my head.“She is.” I sighed closing my eyes. “I wish I had even a little bit of her talent for cooking.”“What are you taking about? You are amazing as well.”“You talk as if you ever tasted my cooking.”“That gâteau you made was one of the best I ever tasted. And the gibanica was fantastic among the other baked goods.”“How did you know I made them?” I questioned in surprise staring up at him. He looked down with a smile.“Everybody knows you made them. Sofija and Corvina wouldn’t stop gushing over how good you are and kept telling everyone how tasty the things you made are.” He chuckled and I looked down, heat rushing to my face.I knocked on the front door and soon the doors opened, revealing Milena. She smiled as she opened the door wide.“Nesta!” She smiled wide. “Come on in. So good to see you.” Milena looked different. She looked much more mature than I remember. The teenage lines had disappeared and the aura abo

The sky that day was a canvas of darkness. Not a single ray of sun had peaked through as I stood in front of the temple of the deity staring at my mother’s lifeless face for one last time. My eyes searched for hers, to see them one last time. I wanted her to look at me with those warm eyes one more time. I wanted her to tell me how much she adored me. I-I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. My gaze shifted from her face to the marble statue of the deity behind her. I stepped back as the wolves came forward to convey their respect to her. They filled her with her favourite flowers, the things she adored and their love.That day, when they took her to the grave she would be laid, I wasn’t there, when they buried her, I wasn’t there, when they held the ceremony to say goodbye, I wasn’t there. All that was in front of my eyes were those bloodshot eyes, all I could feel was the guilt. I couldn’t do anything; I did nothing to help her. All I did was watch, I only watched as that guy ki

“I miss her,” I sniffed as I finally started calming down after crying for who knows how long. “I miss her so much. Why did she have to go away so suddenly!”“I miss her too. Every day, every night. I miss her with every breath I take. But everybody has to leave one day, and your mother left a little early.” I looked up and he offered me a glum smile.“But I know she would want us to live on. Happily, in peace. But that doesn’t mean we won’t miss her.” I looked down wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.“What about you, father?” I asked in a low voice.He sighed and his eyes fixated on her picture. “She is in everything I am. And trying to accept the reality that she is gone feels like I’m trying to swallow burning lava. But I know, eventually, I will accept the fact. I will try and eventually get used to living in a world where she doesn’t exist.” He smiled woefully at the picture. “We lived a happy and good life. Filled with love, happiness, and blessings. She built me from somet

I sucked in a breath as I watched him relive the death of his mother. “I felt so useless, so ducking useless as he had sliced her throat right in front of my eyes. And by the time they had left, my mother had already passed. I had spent that entire night wrapping my arms around her lifeless body. My father’s previous Beta had found me the next morning.” He paused once again and by then, I was holding his hand as tightly as I could.“That guy killed my mother as well, Nesta. She had died trying to protect me. And I couldn’t do anything about it. Hell, I don’t even know why he was after me and now after you.” His eyes locked on mine, and I saw nothing but fear.“You wanted to know why had said that I was a little late?” He questioned and I nodded. “Because after six years from that day, I had found him. When I did, he had his dagger on someone else’s throat and I couldn’t save that wolf from his grasp either.” He laughed bitterly and I gasped lowly.“What about your father? Didn’t he do

That night, I lay awake in my bed. Tossing and turning. Him leaving made me fear the worst. What if he can’t return or worse didn’t want to return? What if something worse happens! What will I do if he returns to his old ways? If something like that happens, I don’t know how I will be able to recover. I wanted to believe his words. I wanted to believe everything he said. But something in me was afraid. I was afraid to get my heart broken…again. But my heart wanted to open up to him completely, at the time, was building up a wall trying to protect itself. And the fear of the unknown kept me awake that entire night.When the sun was by the horizon the next morning, I was on my way to the garden. The fridge was practically empty, so I took some vegetables from my garden and went to the kitchen. I wonder how he would behave with Sigrún now. And I wonder if he would share all this Anxo. If he does, Anxo will for sure tell him the truth. But before he leaves, I must tell him about Sigrún an