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SIN

As I had said, Artemisia was one of the things keeping me alive.

If not for her, I was certain I could have died.

Not seeing her at that moment felt as though I was in the middle of a sea… Searching relentlessly for something I believed I wouldn't see.

When I heard her voice, my wolf was the first to calm down. And I followed suit.

"I am okay." She flashed me a smile.

The smile didn't reach her face but I didn't look further to ask as I believed she was with the other witches.

Again we were still in disagreement. She smiled at me genuinely sometimes and the other time, it felt as though she'd rather see me in pain.

When the number of werewolves in the hall increased, I gazed at Laurent, "You need to take care of things. I need to find their Alpha."

"I'll follow you."

"I'll be fine," I said. "Watch Artemisia."

Laurent nodded and mumbled, "Be safe."

I knew before I didn't want Laurent near Artemisia or even breathe the same air as she does.

But then, I was certain if anything happened to me this instant, he'd be given the rein of things and who knows, he might possess her as well.

I had seen the way they interacted with each other. Sometimes it enraged me as they were too close for my liking. But then, I was aware Artemisia needed friends and acting like the possessive husband I was might be overwhelming for her.

I nudged the door to the place I assumed to be the throne room and slipped into it.

I wandered around the large room and halted as I heard a resounding clap followed by a deep voice.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

"Sinclair Stone or Should I say, Alpha Sinclair?"

I glared as the owner of the voice surfaced.

He removed the hoodie of the Cape he donned and came towards me. But he was still at a far distance.

"Is that what you came for?" He tilted his head towards what seemed to be the moon.

It was huge and covered almost the whole room. I didn't know how the structure had not collapsed yet and I believed the room was too large to have contained it or maybe a spell had been made for the room to be able to hold it.

"How about you come and get it?" An amused grin played on his lips.

I darted, followed and stopped again as a little girl appeared in front of me.

"Not so fast," she scowled and yelled, "Sopor!"

"Incido!"

I swirled as Artemisia appeared at my back.

I had never been happy to see Artemisia until now.

A few seconds ago, I had imagined myself dying and Laurent taking over everything, but now she was here, beside me.

I guess that was the only hope I needed to survive whatever we might face in this room.

"And oh, his lovely Luna." He laughed.

"We just want the f**king moon." Artemisia began. "And we'll be out of your hair."

"You bitch!" The little girl said as soon as she regained herself. "How dare you attack me?!"

"You literally were about to attack my mate," Artemisia said.

I let a small smile play on my lips before turning to Artemisia.

"Don't you think it's a little dangerous to be here with me?"

"You should be happy I came here on time, else you'd have disintegrated." Artemisia glowered.

I shrugged and shook my head. I didn't want to know what it means by disintegrated when shot with a witch spell but I was aware it wouldn't be good.

"I am glad you are here," I mumbled, squeezing the hand she extended to me. "At least, I don't have to worry about how you are doing."

Artemisia nodded and looked into my eyes, "We can talk about this later. Now, we need to take out these people and take back the moon."

"That's right." I smiled. "And please, be careful!"

I hollered as she darted towards the girl.

Artemisia gave me a thumbs up and I heaved a sigh before gazing back at the man in front of me.

"Now, where were we?" He asked with a tilt of his brows.

He slid down from where he sat and swaggered towards me.

His hand was in the pocket of the leather pant he donned and a smirk played on his thin lips.

His Grecian nose wrinkled and he yanked off the black cape he donned before swooshing to me.

I groaned as he rammed into me.

I was caught off guard. Maybe because part of my attention was centred on Artemisia.

I was alert and ready to do anything if anything happened to her.

I was aware she could take care of herself but that didn't stop me from worrying.

"Your eyes should be on your opponent." He said, kicking my gut.

I wheezed and crouched to the ground, glaring.

I believe I was able to change now.

At least I was close to the moon and I could feel its power.

But then, I was too weak. I didn't know how, it felt as though there was something in the room that weakens me.

My eyes glided to Artemisia and then to the man in front of me.

"I thought that the goddesses who sent you here would be able to save you!"

I could do this, I said to myself whilst attempting to stand to my feet.

But for some reason, I couldn't.

I was f**king useless. I know that now. And Laurent was right.

I was a freaking weakling.

I was sure if he had been the one here, he'd have done a better job.

"Yes, I like those thoughts." He cackled, and his hand closed around my throat.

"No!" I gasped out.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Artemisia's hair being pulled by the girl.

"My mate…" I mumbled. "Artemisia…"

"She's as weak as you are." He said.

"Don't give in to whatever he is saying, Sin! He's trying to get to you. Don't let him do that."

"Artemisia," I mumbled. My eyes bulged as his hands tightened around my neck.

My eyes dimmed and I fought so hard to grasp his hand. But he was just too strong.

I believe it was the end for me.

If only Artemisia had forgiven me. I believe I would die a happy death.

The last thing I heard was a yell from Artemisia until my eyes shut completely.