Luna

Blaire:

I had no idea how I had remained like this, but I could hear voices echoing in my head, the edge in their tones indicating worry and fear. My whole body was stiff, unable to be moved. I felt myself floating in a dark abyss, falling deeper into the darkness with my arms spread apart and my eyes closed.

I could hear whispers slithering past my ears, their distorted voices claiming it's own, the words different from the others. I could only fall deeper with a weird kind of peace encasing me. The deeper I fell, the more I felt my body grow more limp.

Was I dying?

Thoughts swam in my head; the only recollection I could make was dated back to when that foul-smelling beast had touched me, enlisting a sharp sensation that closely resembled a sharp knife being dragged against my stomach.

My memories warped, taking me back to the old house I yearned for. The familiar scent of apple pies and banana muffins wafted through my nose. My ears twitched as the merry laugh I shared with my mother resounded in my head. I used to be so happy, so pure, a cheerful soul.

My twinkling hazel eyes and shiny black hair plastered my face as I laughed to my heart's content, mocking my mom for forgetting to close the bag of flour properly. She had flour all over her ginger hair and face.

I had almost forgotten what life was like before coming here. The joy I used to feel, the closure and warmth that came with being surrounded by people you loved and equally loved you back.

My memories of Glen flashed through my head—her motherly smile and cocky expressions. She used to be my best friend. Raven was in the corner, making a snarky comment about my lateness once again. Their voices echoed in my head, making a ghostly smile subconsciously tease my lips, along with a tear sliding down my eyes.

Sinclair popped into my head, my memories of him flashing through my head like a slideshow. He was so handsome with his golden hair and gentle expressions. He was graceful, caring, and treated me like the best thing in his life. He was so sure that I was going to end up being his mate, and even if I wasn't, he'd take me as his chosen mate. A topic that I remembered always made me feel weird because I never wanted him to hurt his mate.

Recalling the way he had held me in the forest, the warmth his arms wrapped around me gave me, had me thinking that perhaps he would have been my mate if he didn't die.

Suddenly, I saw myself in front of my burning pack, my screams of agony resounding in my ears. They all left me alone in this sad world, and it reminded me that since that day, every day, I have always wondered why I was spared. I would have preferred it if they had taken me with them.

Sinclair's last words echoed through my subconscious, his battered and brutalised body pushing tears to my eyes. Whoever did this to him was an animal, and it was sad that I never found out.

Another tear slipped from my eyes when I remembered London. He was a rugged man with dangerous beauty and a deadly persona. His eyes were like weapons that always disoriented anyone who gazed upon them. He was a monster, a calm and collected man who always stood with calculative eyes, measuring the strengths and weaknesses of the person he was dealing with.

I had fallen prey to his charms the first day I met him, and that ruined the rest of my days. He turned out to be my mate, who rejected me cold-heartedly after sleeping with me. He never gazed at me with soft eyes; it was always mischief, anger, or just pure wickedness whenever he was around me. He made it clear that he didn't want me over and over again, even without having to say it.

He treated me like trash, a simple plaything to satiate his needs, least concerned about my wellbeing. The day I saw him with that cunt, Freya, was the day my hatred for him deepened, and it made me wonder why, despite all the negative emotions I felt for him, I never accepted his rejection.

Perhaps it was the stinging fact that I didn't want to be all alone in this world. My mate was the only family that I had to fall on after my pack was razed to the floor; I couldn't leave. Then my pregnancy was another added factor. I knew what it was like for me to grow up without a father, and I did not want that for my children. I wanted them to know him, and I hoped every day that London's attitude towards me would change for the better, for the sake of our small family.

Despite everything he did to me, a small part of me clung to hope. I always dreamed of being a loved wife to lovely children and having a caring husband back me up. I wanted a small family that would live in a little cabin house, surrounded by a beautiful garden filled with lots of flowers, which I'd plant, and a lovely lake to calm the environment. I had hoped London would gradually morph into my ideal man, but the harsh reality was that he never cared and never would.

“We're losing her again.”

The voice echoed in my head, making my eyes gently open. I gently looked around and found nothing more than darkness. I was falling into nothingness, and the only light that I could see was growing fainter by the minute.

“Do something, Doctor; she's pregnant.”

Pregnant? Oh yes, for a brief second, I had forgotten that I was with children. My hand moved over my stomach, making more tears fall from my eyes. I needed to be strong and fight, not just for myself but for them. For a split second, I had already accepted my fate, wanting nothing more than to be purged from this cruel world. I didn't want to live anymore because living was exhausting. I had forgotten who I used to be, but not anymore.

I could feel poison flowing through me, leaving cracks in my skin and making me grow more pale with every passing minute. The poison was rotting my soul, ridding me of any will to break free or live. It wanted to claim me.

I couldn't find Hera; her presence was almost non-existent. When it came to subconsciousness, we were two different souls existing in one body. She was a creature that spawned from my soul and was given life. I wondered if the poison had gotten to her because the last thing I recalled her doing was using her energy to protect the children as best she could.

I remembered her telling me that her time was coming, and even if it was the last thing she did, she'd protect the children with everything she had.

“Hera? Are you there? Where are you?” I tried calling out to her again, hoping to hear her scold me or just say something.

"Hera.....please say something.” I was on the verge of tears because I had heard a lot of stories about people who lost their wolves.

It was described as being extremely painful. It felt like losing a part of your soul, and that would leave you empty. I couldn't imagine losing the one person who had stuck with me from birth until now. A life without hearing her voice would ruin me. I needed my wolf.

“Hera! Please come to me. Don't leave me.” I found myself screaming.

“Please, don't leave me... I can't go on without you. I'll be all alone. I can't lose everyone dear to me; please come to me.” Misery and agony paralysed me.

“Please come back.” I pleaded.

“I see you've slept for long enough.” Hera's weak voice came, and I frantically tried to glance around for her.

“Hera, where are you?” I asked.

The softness in her voice calmed my anxiety, filling me with relief and hope. She was still here; she didn't leave me.

“Currently about to take a nap.” The light tone of hers suggested a joke.

“I'm sorry… I should have listened to you. If I had just stayed inside like you had said, none of this would have happened.” I knew I owed her an apology because I never listened to her.

If I had listened to her, I wouldn't be pregnant with London's children, nor would I be getting consumed by poison that was eating my soul away.

“It's no use crying over spilled milk. I can share your thoughts, and I know how you feel like you're responsible for everything that's happening right now. The truth is, yes, you might be responsible for our current predicament, but that doesn't matter now. Blaire, I need you to be as strong as you can be… not just for yourself but for the children. They are a part of you, and you shouldn't be regretting them.” The softness in her tone calmed me but somehow gave me an uneasy feeling.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw her approaching from the left. She looked so weak, yet she was trying to be strong. I could see the effect of the poison on her, and it made me cry even more. She gently approached me, darting her tongue to lick my forehead. She circled me before sitting in front of me to lick her paw.

“Where have you been?” I asked.

“Here, watching over you and the children.” She answered.

“The children, how are they?” I was worried about them.

“They're not so fine. I've been using every ounce of energy that I can muster to protect them, but I do not have much left. I'm as weak as a vegetable at the moment, so I'm going to need you to do as I say.”

I frowned at her. “What is... how long have I been unconscious?”

Hera sighed before turning to me. “Two weeks... But that's not all; you actually died. You were dead for a day. The process of the poison breaking down in your weak and pregnant body took your life.”

I blinked at her, unable to make sense of what she was saying.

“What are you talking about? If I died, then how am I still here?”

Hera shook her head before sighing yet again, “I couldn't save you because I had already set up a barrier to save the children, and during those moments of your death, I noticed something incredible that made me realise something.” Hera moved closer to sit at my feet, then licked it before saying, “Your children have powerful blood flowing through their veins, and I think it's because their father is the great white. They have powerful ancestry, and she was the one that saved you.”

I was at a loss for words, yet I listened on.

“I think your children called out to her because when she came, she said something about Hayes not wanting you but the children. She said they were the key to what Hayes hopes to achieve. She saved you, but she did something else at my request.”

“What are you talking about? Who are you talking about?” I was struggling to move, but I couldn't. The more I struggled, the more I felt sharp pain.

Hera looked at me with serious eyes that held sadness, “when you wake up, you're not going to remember anything at all. You'll see yourself as a human. You'll be safer that way. I'll always be here, Blaire, and just like I'm protecting the children, I'm protecting you too.”

I barely had time to say anything or understand what she was talking about because Hera moved to me and gently lowered her head to meet my forehead. She whispered something to me, but I couldn't understand it. I could only see a bright white light engulfing me—the intensity of whatever was happening, silencing my scream.

I gasped, jolting awake with a rapidly beating heart. My eyes blinked as my frantic breaths became pants. My head was aching; a sharp ringing was echoing in my head.

“She's awake.” I heard a voice say, making me look up to find faces that I couldn't comprehend standing before me.

A tall guy with white hair rushed to my side, his mismatched eyes boring into my soul with worry colouring them as he raised his hand to rub my cheek before pulling me into his arms, rubbing my back as he hugged me. He looked relieved, and I felt him kiss my hair, his hard breathing mixing with the beeping sound that came from the machines I was hooked to.

"Oh, Blaire, I thought I lost you back there. Thank God you came back.” He said this as he rubbed my back while squeezing me.

I was growing panicked by the minute by the foreign body that was hugging me. I whimpered, fighting to break free from the uncomfortable hold. I took a panicked look around, seeing people dressed with nose masks and gloves, and I figured they were doctors.

Where was I? Who were these people?

“W-who are you?” I screamed as I pushed the man away, feeling threatened.

He blinked at me incredulously, like I had just cracked an awful joke, concern and confusion clouding his features. He turned to the doctors, who looked equally confused, before turning to me, “B-blaire, it's me... Jax.”

“Who's Jax?” I asked, scooting further away from him with growing panic, only a minute away from hysteria.