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Then Celeste sent Bain to look for his daughter, while Hades tried to destroy the very monsters he created. Bain hunts the girl down and is injured where he meets Seline. Hades is determined to take his daughter, Luna, back to protect her from Celeste. He loses her when Celeste binds her own daughter to Kaif via a mate bond.
It's a domino effect, one pin falls, and they just keep falling, affecting everyone and everything, including both Hades and Bain. Bain, once healed, returns back to the village a few months later to find Celeste mated Luna to Kaif, even though she had originally been promised to Bain, causing the rift between the brothers. Bain then confronts Kaif. They have a falling out, and Bain goes back to the kingdom to be with Seline.
Celeste, wanting to kill Hades, then tries to steal his twins' powers, killing one and forging the power, unknowingly creating the first Gemini. Then, despite Celeste's efforts, Hades manages to take Luna away from Kaif, creating a rift and instigating a deep hatred between them. So Celeste goes looking for Bain once again to help Celeste locate Stellara. This vision just makes things worse. She should have stopped, given up, but she couldn't see past her rage long enough to see the destruction her anger had created.
The vision shifts once more, carrying me into the depths of a moonlit night. I stand amidst a dense forest, where the ancient trees seem to whisper secrets to the moon above. In the distance, the mournful howls of wolves echo, creating an eerie, spine tingling sound that reverberates through the woods.
Celeste, a striking cloaked figure in the darkness, emerges from the shadows of the trees. Her eyes, illuminated by an inner fire, scan the surroundings with an unwavering intensity. She is a huntress on a mission—a mission driven by the loss of her daughter, accompanied by a burning hatred.
Her long hair cascades like a waterfall of midnight, a stark contrast to the pale luminescence of her skin. Dressed in a flowing gown that seems to blend seamlessly with the night, she moves with a grace that defies the laws of mortal existence.
In her hand, Celeste clutches a parchment—a raw sketch of a younger version of Stellara.
Celeste's steps are deliberate, guided by a sense of purpose that burns brighter than any moonbeam. She navigates the forest with an otherworldly ease, her path illuminated by an otherworldly glow that seems to emanate from the moon as if it is guiding her.
As she moves deeper into the heart of the forest, the air grows thick with anticipation. The distant howls of wolves serve as a haunting reminder of the danger that lurks in the shadows, yet nothing is more dangerous than the woman walking unfailingly through a forest without weapons or protection.
A soft rustling in the underbrush captures Celeste's attention—a subtle disturbance at night. She narrows her eyes, senses heightened, and follows the sound with the precision of a seasoned hunter. Her steps are as silent as the passing breeze.
The forest seems to come alive around her, each tree and blade of grass reacting to her steps as if she burns the very ground she stands on.
And then, through a curtain of leaves and moonlight, to a quaint dwelling nestled amidst the wilderness. Celeste might as well be a ghost in the night as she peers in a window. Inside, an old woman and a Lycan male stand, oblivious to the impending danger. Stellara, the elusive woman Celeste has been hunting for a year since Hades took Luna, stands among them.
Celeste, her eyes gleaming, materializes within the room. The old woman and the Lycan male turn. The man who is one of Celeste's creations, a betrayer to her coven. He pulls Stellara behind him, their expressions shifting from surprise to dread. They sense the aura of a force beyond mortal comprehension, and the man turns in horror to look at Stellara. “Run!” he screams at her before turning and attacking Celeste. Stellara takes off, running for the back of the house.
Before more words can be exchanged, Celeste acts with the swiftness of a predator. Her power, born of ancient magic, surges forth. The room trembles as her incantation unfolds—a dance of darkness and light.
ChapterEighty-Five
Eziah
Instantly, the Lycan male is injured, and the old woman is dead, their lives extinguished like the dying embers of a fire. Celeste kicks the man, making sure he is dead, only he groans in pain. She clicks her tongue but wanders off looking for Stellara. The vision ripples, and I find myself staring at Stellara's back as she rummages around in a drawer. I want to see what she is doing when Celeste kicks the door open. Stellara spins around to face Celeste.
“What did I ever do to you?” Stellara begs Celeste. Celeste, though, just watches. “Your father took my daughter, you will help me get her back.”
“I will do no such thing, she is better off without you!” Stellara screams. Celeste twists her hand, and the man in the tiny living room screams out in pain. Stellara gasps, and her hands go to her mouth.
“Funny, the very monster your father didn't want my Luna marrying, you are hiding with. Does Daddy know you betrayed him?” Celeste asks, twisting her hand again, and the man in the other room screams. Stellara holds her hands out.
“No, no. Don't kill him, please,” Stellara begs. “I'll come with you,” she promises.
“Interesting, you love him?” No response. “ You love my abomination?” Celeste asks. Stellara shakes her head.
“No, but he was a weapon to use against you.”
Celeste laughs. “A weapon? How so? I created him, I can end him,” she reminds Stellara and tosses a bracelet at her.
“He was supposed to warn us when your Lycans came for us,” Stellara tells her.
“Well, he isn't very good at his job, but then again I am not a Lycan, so there is that. Maybe he didn't betray me as I first thought.” Celeste seems thoughtful. “And the woman?” Celeste asks.
“She owns this place, I was just hiding here,” Stellara admits.
“Oh, well, oops. Not to worry, and what should I do with my Lycan betrayer, since I have no purpose for him.” Stellara falters, a gasp escaping her. “Clearly you do. Does your father know you fell in love with one of my monsters?” Celeste asks. Stellara looks away from her.
“Interesting, you seem to have your mother's touch when it comes to taming and creating the wild. Seems you tamed one of my beasts. Let's not test if you both share the same connection to the dead, not yet at least,” Celeste warns her.
“Now put that on, I don't want any surprises,” Celeste tells her, pointing to the bracelet at her feet. Stellara picks it and gasps, falling to her knees. Celeste tilts her head. “Put it on, or I'll kill your little bodyguard,” Celeste warns.
