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He said, crouching next to where I was seated. “What I am going to do will cause you immense pain. It will feel like someone is prying into the depths of your soul with a piercing dagger. That stone won’t take away the pain, but it will lessen it.”
He said. His every word made my heart pound. But I wasn’t going to back out now. I could bear the pain as long as I could get my answers.
Lorenzo was in front of me, his face inches apart from mine. He pulled his large thumb to my chin, lifting my head so I could stare deep into his eyes. Soon, both of his hands were positioned on my face, cupping my face. His deep magenta was boring right through my crystal blue eyes.
I could feel my heartbeat rising.
“Breathe.”
As Lorenzo calmed me, his eyes began to glow brightly. It was as if the blinding light was piercing through my eyes. His lips began to move. I couldn’t hear what he was saying because the next thing I felt was brutal pain.
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Valerie’s point of view
I was on my way back to the pack. I had to visit the witches’ village within the capital walls of North Central, and maybe I just needed to clear my head. To think clearly.
These days, there were a lot of happenings around the pack that I just couldn’t understand. Last night was one of those strange things that I couldn’t understand.
I sighed, tugging harder on the reins of the horse as we were almost at the pack’s borders.
“What is it that borders you?”
Gwen, one of the coven witches, asked beside me on her horse. Her inquiry pierced the depths of my soul. Everything seemed to be bothering me.
I can feel it. There is a looming darkness lurking within the pack; it’s over everyone. Strange things happened that I couldn’t explain, starting with the death of Rowan. He was murdered by a witch within the pack’s territory. A witch that didn’t belong to the coven. Somewhere deep down, I know that whoever murdered him was still within us. The witches and I haven’t stopped investigating, and whosoever the witch was, we will unmask the witch.
And there was another thing keeping me awake at night: Naomi Summers. There was more to her than anyone knew. She had a mighty aura around her that no she-wolf could possess, even being of alpha blood.
I just can’t drift my thoughts from the magical door to the energy I felt the night Killian went on a rampage and then the night she found the stone. The energy that caused that destruction that night and brutally murdered the Dark Circle army wasn’t from the power of the stone. It was something else. Something I had witnessed before, from the night of the tragedy.
The night everything turned for the worse, and the Dark Circle managed to get their hands on the child that was spoken of on the crystal stones in the fortress, the one destined to save the supernatural realm from the greatest force of evil that would be awoken from the chaos of darkness. Whatever, or whoever that evil was, the prophecy didn’t say, but the prophesied child was one of us.
She was the daughter of one of the Crystal Fortress head witches, Fiona Black. A powerful witch from an ancient clan also, Luna of the Black Blood Pack, and mother to the Black Blood Pack’s Alphas, Alpha Leonardo and Kaiser Black.
Even at a young age, I still remember that night like it was yesterday. The brutal deaths of the Dark Circle army that was led by Alpha Nell Storm were identical to those of the Dark Circle army that was murdered that night by an unknown power.
I couldn’t deny it. At some point, there was a part of me that believed the Alpha’s mate was the source of that unknown power. A greater part of me hoped that she was her, the prophesied child that Nell Storm took that night. No one knew what happened to her; we had no idea if she was murdered or not, as the Dark Circle wanted to eliminate the very force that could stand against them.
But if Naomi was truly that child and the sister to both Alpha Leonardo and Kaiser Black, then they would have recognized her, but it felt like they didn’t, or maybe they did well to hide it. Leonardo was good at that. But there was no way I could ask them this; they didn’t trust me like they did before.
After the night that Fiona was murdered protecting her daughter, I joined Killian’s pack, and Leonardo despised me for it. The hatred between Killian’s pack and the Black Blood Pack was so immense that I feared nothing could put an end to the enmity. If only they could realize that everyone was a victim of Killian’s father, Nell Storm’s, cruelty.
Just as much as the Blacks lost Fiona, the late Alpha and their sister, that night, so did Killian. He also lost a brother.
“Valerie!”
I shook abruptly, my purple eyes shifting to Gwen. She had a worried look on her face. As a channeler, she could feel the unsettledness within me and it worried her.
“I am fine.”
I said, realizing we’d crossed into Killian’s territory.
I sighed again. After the night Naomi retrieved the phoenix stone, my suspicion grew stronger. So, I did a spell on her to check if there was an ounce of witch’s magic within her. But there wasn’t. The spell informed her that she was a full-blooded wolf without any magic within her.
The spell could never lie, but if my suspicion was right, there was a chance that the witch side of her hadn’t been awoken. She hasn’t had her awakening yet, and her powers could still be dormant. But for how long?
We moved on our horses, reaching the castle. From afar, my eyes fell on Thea. She was just entering the castle. She was the last cause of my unsettledness.
Last night, the witches and I performed a spell with the blood of the gifted one, Thea. It was supposed to be some sort of cleansing ritual for the wolves before the crescent moon night. But something wasn’t right. Being the gifted one, blessed by the moon goddess, I could no doubt feel the strong energy in her blood.
There was supposed to be a blood moon in the night sky as a result of the ritual we performed with the gifted one’s blood. But there wasn’t. That was the highlight of the ritual, yet nothing happened.
And with the crescent moon almost upon us, I can’t help but wonder if Killian truly has found the gifted one, the only one who can break his curse.
Naomi’s point of view
My eyes pierced right through the soul of Lorenzo’s deep magenta eyes, which burned brightly. I could hear his voice muttering chants in a language I had never heard before. He kept muttering coherently, his soft voice filtering into my ears, invading my mind, and echoing within the walls of my soul. I groaned in pain. It was hurting, badly hurting. It was like a sharply pointed sword was pushing its way into the deepest, darkest cave of my soul. Lorenzo didn’t stop chanting, his large hands cupping my face even tighter, as he forced his blazing gaze into mine. I gripped the black stone in my hands as more pain punctured my chest, aligning with the burning heat on the lower side of my stomach. It was as if there was a merge deep within me, and my crystal blue eyes still stared into Lorenzo’s. His voice and chanting had completely consumed my entire being.
I kept on wriggling in pain. My hand collapsed on Lorenzo’s shirt, which I clutched tightly like I was holding on to my very life. My eyes began to burn brightly as parts of my memories from Killian’s pack to my old pack began to flash through my mind. My screams and cries didn’t stop, and so did Lorenzo’s. He continued chanting, never letting go of me.
I could feel my body burn with my skull like I was literally on fire. My knees began to weaken. My entire body turned numb. My eyes were spinning around the spell room and my head was lighter than a feather. I was numb to any other pain, but I could feel the warm blood that was flowing from my nose. Enzo. I badly wanted to say his name aloud, but I just couldn’t. No matter how much I tried.
I didn’t have the strength for it. I gripped tighter to his shirt, my vision completely failing me. Before I could s**k in another breath, my numb body fell into Lorenzo’s arms. The last thing I heard was his voice whispering my name till it faded and I lost it to the darkness swallowing me.
It was like I was drowning in deep water. It was unbearably hot. Or better still, my body was burning hot. I jerked my eyes open and instantly a sweet, soothing, and calming scent invaded my nostrils. I moaned calmly. It didn’t take away the sudden weakness I felt nor the burning pain in my body, yet somehow, almost magically, it calmed me.
I pulled my eyes from the blank air, gasping back to reality. I yanked my body up. Immediately, large arms covered me, embracing me.
“It’s alright. Breathe Naomi “
The voice kept on saying, rubbing my back in circles while stroking my hair. The words and actions also calmed me. I sighed, weakly, pulling away to meet Lorenzo’s worried eyes on me.
“You are back,”
he muttered gently, a wave of relief settling on his shoulders.
I breathed in. I felt sick to my bones. My eyes scanned the room and it was so unfamiliar. We were no longer at the witches’ spell room. I was on a bed in a chamber. Lorenzo pulled away from me, moving to the small, red candles that were burning around me, perfectly arranged around me. Their burning glow illuminated the room.
He muttered a short chant, and the flames died. The velvet draperies on the window pulled open by themselves to allow some sunlight in. I groaned, internally, a familiar pain gutting my stomach, and my body so weak. “Where am I?”
My soft, weak voice sounded.
Lorenzo turned to look at me. “You are in my chamber. You needed some rest.”
I nodded subconsciously to his words. My eyes suddenly went wide. I pulled my hands to both sides of my head.
“What happened?”
I asked, almost breathless from the weakness and discomfort that cowered in my bones. I swept through my thoughts, more like my memories, but everything felt the same. I couldn’t remember anything. My eyes went up to Lorenzo, who was studying me quietly.
“I can’t remember anything,”
I whispered, trying to hold my voice.
“I am sorry. But there is no way I could pry any deeper.”
Lorenzo moved closer to me. “I tried to break through the walls of your mind to reach the memories that have been forgotten, but I couldn’t.”
“So, it’s impossible to remember?”
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