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Don't go...
The pain I’d thought was the sharpest I could feel suddenly spiked further. It felt like that funnel was being broken. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I hugged myself to try and cushion how intense the feeling was - as if my very heart were shattering into pieces.
I wanted to scream and beg for it to stop, but I was silenced by the consuming sensation until it felt like a void. Instead of being connected to another, I was alone again. Like I'd always been until I met her.
"There. Now I won't hold you back."
Her voice seemed eons away, but I couldn't understand what she meant. I struggled to grasp what she was trying to conclude.
"You're free to love another, Jayce. I broke it...the bond.... That's why you feel hollow inside...but Mother Moon said you'll heal. She promised me you'll be happy again. That's a relief. You deserve to be happy. You know that, right?"
I couldn't believe her words and for a brief moment, there she was - standing there with a bigger, glowing being who had their hands upon her shoulders. I could barely see either of their faces, and it weirded me out further because my eyes were still closed, but as I looked at the glowing woman, I noticed that the love I carried for her began to fade along with her spirit.
She smiled when my expression projected my fear. I'd been in love with her, that feeling so intense and pure, and now...it was nothing but a whirlpool of pain and indescribable emotions as I suddenly accepted that she was indeed leaving me.
"It's for the best, Jayce. Don't worry. You'll find someone better. I was just a stepping stone...someone who would help you become stronger in your own way. I love you...and farewell."
My eyes snappedopen and I was back in my room, tears spilling down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe. I stared at the black punching bag, watching its slow front-to-back swaying that suddenly aggravated me enough to make it feel the wrath of my punch.
My fist hit it dead on, followed by another and another as the pain seeped through me. Again I'd failed, and the memory triggered grunts of fury as my rage overflooded my senses.
One minute, we were ready to start a family. The next, she cut through our bond so her death wouldn't leave me mateless forever.
Instead of letting me bear the pain these hands created, she let me go so I could have another chance at life. She knew I'd never hurt her...understood that I had been controlled by the enemies in the crowd.
She knew...and selflessly ensured I'd be able to move on without her.
Yet here I was, unable to fight for longer than fifteen minutes. I had been unable to finish the final round that crippled me entirely. The profession I'd loved for all my life was now tainted with disappointment, agony, and fear.
I cursed and took a final punch. Flames ignited from the impact and began to burn the leather.
Instead of putting it out, I stared at the dancing flames that continued to burn through the expensive punching bag, knowing damn well Dimitris would be annoyed if we had to spend unnecessary money buying a new one.
With a sigh, I reached for the fire extinguisher and put out the blaze - thankful this living space’s fire alarm was turned off on purpose.
Don't need the whole house waking up because of my damn issues.
I was impressed that Dimitris managed to find this place so quickly and further impressed that Neo managed to get his guards to decorate it exactly the way we enjoyed.
This mansion was hidden so perfectly thanks to the constant flow of magic walls engrained into the very land. On the outside, it was one of those power plants no one dared to enter for the safety of themselves unless they were governmental officials - aka the guests of this illusion house.
I’d known about the magic business for some time, but it was still a trippy experience. This was just one of the many safe houses we had in the city. It was a protocol Dimitris followed to ensure we'd have accommodations available to us when we first arrived in NYC, but places like these took a day or two to set up, which was why Neo's place came in extremely handy.
Prince Neo.
The idea that our Neo who cared more about color to use for his next project than about what was happening around him was royalty really shocked me. Sure, we had our secrets, issues, and fucked-up traumatic circumstances that had molded us into the killing machines we were, but royalty was another level of power in the realms of wolf shifters.
Royal wolves didn't just come out of a book. They were extremely hard to have because those who wished to have children in royalty had to go through various ceremonies and procedures to create life.
The blessings of the Moon, the guidance of your ancestors, it was a process that made being royalty a pain in the ass when you thought about it, but all of us knew that royal wolf children were some of the strongest of our kind.
They could overpower an average Alpha at the age of six, and if they were molded exactly how their family wished, they would become more of a lethal threat than the current generation.
I thought it had been a myth when they spoke about generations of knowledge, power, and abilities being passed down to their offspring, but with the recent confrontation with Aurelia and Neo, I guess those were all valid claims.
Having one royal wolf in your pack was a blessing, but from the looks of things, we potentially had three: Neo, Willow, and Onyx.
From what we knew of Onyx's circumstances, he was an orphan and somehow landed in Roberto's possession, but with the truth of who Willow was, maybe that wasn't true at all. Why would Roberto take in Onyx, only to torture him and Willow for the years to come?
