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Before I could react, he leaned in close. His lips grazed my ear as he whispered a name- a single name that threatened to tear the ground out from beneath my feet.
I wanted to deny what he said, ignoring the truth in favor of something more manageable, but I couldn’t.
Perhaps the old me would have but being tainted by dark magic left my changed in ways I couldn’t quite name at the moment. Instead of disbelief or fear, I felt only determination.
I wanted that future Sean said I’d have, and I wanted it bad.
“I’ll stop her. I’ll stop all of them.” I promised him, myself, and the mysterious person watching over me.
Sean’s lips quirked up in a grin. “I know you will. We all do. When you wake up, you’re going to notice something pretty quickly. Just trust me on this, will you?” He laughed, taking in my downright suspicious expression. “It’s a gift, alright? From…from someone important.”
“Who is this person?” I questioned stubbornly, planting my hands on my hips. As I looked around for this said person, I found only Kanyon and Sean staring at me with identical looks of amusement on their faces.
“She has a lot of names, but the werewolves know her by one.” Sean replied with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes. For a split second, they glazed over, staring faraway before returning to the present.
“She has a message for you. If you don’t mind, she’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to bring me- or anyone else, back from the dead again. She has a balance to keep, you know.” He winked, backing into the grove. 2
All I could do was stare at him as my brain worked to connect the dots. The magic laced within the golden sunlight rippled as he passed through it, so ethereal and pure that it felt almost impossible- Oh.
From in between the trees, Sean threw back his head and chortled at the shock on my face. The sound was enough to break the spell and send me rushing forward. I stopped at the very edge of the grove, cupping my hands to shout at him.
“Wait, what am I supposed to do when I wake up? How do I defeat the witches? You can’t leave me with all these damned questions!”
With his arm wrapped around Kanyon’s shoulders, my big brother turned and smiled at me once last time.
“You live, Daisy. You live.”
There was no doubt in my mind that the place I had been was not of this world.
Not only had Sean been there, confusing me with talk of some mysterious person watching over me, but the concept of pain had been elusive and just out of reach. The peace that hung in the air, shimmering as brightly as the magic interwoven to create a place that was both real and memory, could only belong to some kind of afterlife.
At least, that’s what I was hoping.
Pain was the first thing I felt as that place slipped away. It held my head in its strong grip, claws digging into my scalp to produce a throbbing pain that chased me into consciousness. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet and there it was.
When I did manage to peel my lids back, I tried to recoil at the pale face staring out at
More pain engulfed me, stinging my wrists, neck, and ankles. It blasted my mind, sapping my strength until even calling out to the shadows felt impossible.
I craned my head down, staring blankly at the silver-plated cuffs that pinned me to the wall. What was even more surprising than my restraints was the fact that my hands and arms were no longer covered in inky veins of dark magic.
As much as I wanted to wrack my brain for the identity of this mystery being watching over me, there was someone else vying for my attention. 1
“It’s about damn time. I thought you were dead.” A voice snapped.
The person staring at me from across the room came into focus. Toffee eyes sharpened, so familiar that my chest begun to ache. Only, they didn’t belong to Nolan.
“Brandon?”
His name came out as a rasp, my tongue sticking to the roof of my dry mouth. My throat contracted with the effort it took to speak. When was the last time I had something to drink? I had a couple blood bags back at the house, but how long had it been since then?
“The one and only.”
Brandon was chained against the far wall in the same position, silver cuffs around his wrists, neck, and ankles. His reply was dripping with sarcasm, but beyond it I could see clearly the rough shape he was in.
Dark circles ringed his eyes, and his cheekbones were just a tad more pronounced. There was dried blood where the silver had previously made contact with his skin. As he fidgeted, fresh blood sprouted from raw, cracked flesh.
“What happened?” I grimaced. It felt like I’d been hit upside the head with a sledgehammer. Every single thought was paired with a wave of nauseating pain. “How long have you been here?”
“Oh, lets see…” Brandon mumbled, blowing the hair out of his face with a frustrated huff.
He made a show of counting on his fingers, though I wasn’t sure what for.
After going over each one on his hand several times he grunted. “Since that bitch
Ember and the other witches attacked the Vamp town.”
“That was days ago.” I blanched, my stomach sinking. “You’ve been here for that long?”
“Yeah, I fucking have. You wouldn’t happen to have a bottle of liquor stashed on you?”
I tried to snort, but my dry throat refused to let the sound pass. “No, I definitely don’t have any alcohol on me.”
He leaned his head against the brick wall, glaring at the singular light hanging from the center of the room. It was nothing more than a lightbulb on a thin wire, with a little string dangling from the side. The light it produced was shitty, but it was better than drowning in darkness.
“Fair warning, Daisy. The service in this place fucking sucks!” He bellowed, thrashing against his restraints.
The chains clanked against the brick, spitting out a thin plume of dust, but he was clearly too weak to do any more damage. Blood trickled from his wrists, splattering on the concrete floor. It dribbled from his neck as well, soaking into an already blood- stained shirt.
When he was finished, he slumped against the wall, his chest heaving. He swiveled his head towards me, scanning me up and down the way I had done to him mere minutes ago.
“You look different. How are things back home?” He asked.
I swallowed, shifting in my restraints. The sting of silver split the thin skin around my wrists, and I winced as the wounds began to weep blood. They’d heal quickly, only to be torn open again. It was unfortunate that I knew how this worked.
“Not good.”
Holly’s face flashed in my mind, and with it came a slew of emotions I couldn’t handle dealing with right now. I’d trusted her, bonded with her, and thought of her as the little sister I’d always wanted but never had. Not only did I feel pathetic and stupid, but I also felt lost-betrayed.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to hate her.
Brandon’s shoulders slumped, his lips merging into a thin line. “You might as well tell me everything considering neither one of us is leaving anytime soon.”
Starting off at the beginning, I recounted the moments leading up to when everything went horribly wrong. I’d expected a look of disgust when telling him about Nolan’s proposal, but his face hadn’t changed in the slightest. When I mentioned what happened to Sean, that garnered a reaction.
Brandon’s eyes darkened in nearly the same fashion as Nolan’s, but no amount of anger would coax
Brandon’s wolf forward with all that silver touching his skin. His time here must’ve permanently altered his brain because the next words that left his mouth put me in a stupor.
“I’m sorry. Your brother was a good guy.”
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