Chapter 246


    Breyona & Giovanni


    Five Years Later – Breyona’s P.O.V.


    I appeared in a plume of inky shadow, emerging from the darkness like I’d been there all along. If there


    were any humans nearby-which my hearing told me there wasn’t-they’d see nothing more than a


    lingering shadow dancing along the brick walls of the abandoned store front I lurked outside of.


    This wasn’t my ideal hangout spot, but for whatever reason, this was where Freya had chosen to hide a


    bunch of magical texts and artifacts. I absolutely adored my job of traveling the country via shadows,


    collecting information that was thought to be lost among the witches.


    It was simr to what my parents had done, a realization that never failed to bring tears to my eyes.


    Even after all these years, I missed them so much.


    I slinked along the back wall, past the rusted dumpsters that hadn’t been used in Goddess knows how


    long, to the backdoor Ember’s source promised would be unlocked. Sure enough, when I tugged the


    handle, it swung open with a metallic groan.


    The inside of the abandoned store was far worse than the outside led me to believe. Judging from the


    discarded mildew stained stands and faded posters, this ce used to be some kind of cellphone


    store. That was long before the Blood Witch-may she not rest in peace-turned this ce into her own


    personal hiding spot. 1


    L and ra had been furious when they found out how much information Freya had been h*arding,


    keeping it for herself to hold over the heads of young witches everywhere. This was exactly why I


    signed. up for the job.


    If there was one thing my parents believed in whole heartedly, it was that knowledge should not be kept


    hidden. Knowledge was meant to be shared with the world.


    I tiptoed inside, keeping my ears peeled. There was little in the way of light, but I expected as much


    after eying the blown fuse box outside. A quiet scuttle just inside alerted my attention, but as I crept


    closer, past clusters of soggy boxes and overturned disys, I realized it was a very chunky rat.


    “If I were an evil Blood Witch with a superiorityplex, hell-bent on destroying the world, where would


    I hide a bunch of dusty magical texts?” I asked myself, lowering my voice halfway through. Silence had


    a way of making the smallest of sounds seem louder, and thest thing I needed was to draw attention


    to myself if any rogue witches were nearby.


    Starting my search, I thought back tost month and how drastically things had changed.


    This was my first job since returning from my honeymoon with Giovanni. His parents had this incredible


    vi in Italy, set in the Tucson country side. It was surrounded by rolling hills and a vineyard as far as


    the eye could see. There was even an olive grove, whose owner was more than happy to give


    Giovanni and I a tour. 1


    It was L, and her crazy a*s magic, that made all of this possible. She’d given Giovanni and I a


    wedding present, something we could’ve never expected.


    For those two weeks in Italy, she’d made Giovanni impervious to the sun.


    We were able to visit all of the monuments and do all of the wonderful touristy things I had on my list. A


    dream vacation after a dream wedding.


    I kicked open one of the soggy boxes, wrinkling my nose at the stench that wafted out. Wet, mildew


    covered paper had a stench that was eerily simr to rotting trees. Moving on, I followed the dull tingle


    of magic in the air, and began searching one of the overturned disys. Grabbing a shard of broken


    wood off the floor, I nudged one of the disy’s doors open, humming the first song to pop into my


    head.


    The sweet and soft melody that had been frequenting my head the past month was none other than the


    song yed at my wedding. I shared the day with Mason and ra, a decision I didn’t regret in the


    slightest. 2


    The dual aisles split in two by rows upon rows of our closest family and friends was incredible, lined


    with fresh roses and orbs of starlight that L herself had conjured. Even Ember and Tessa had a hand


    to y in the wedding. There were floating sconces with cobalt me that flickered the breeze. A


    breeze which carried the scent of wildflowers from the vines they sprouted on.


    Marrying Giovanni and having my breath ripped from my lungs as I spotted him in his tux, while also


    watching my best-friend marry the love of his life, was by far the best part. Well…almost. It was a tie,


    actually. The ceremony had been beautiful, but the reception was another thing entirely.


    Seeing the look on Mason’s face when ra stood to give an impromptu speech, only to reveal the


    secret she, L, Holly, and I had kept for almost two months, was a moment I’d never forget. In fact, I


    had a picture of said moment tucked away in my wallet.


    Mason had scooped ra into his arms, tears cascading down his cheeks, when his bride revealed


    she was pregnant with his child.


    There weren’t enough words in my vocabry to express how happy I was for my best-friend, and for


    the joy he had found in his life after enduring so much. The light in his eyes sent me reeling back five


    long years ago, to a conversation I overheard between Sean and Mason.


    Just one month before Sean’s murder, I’d nearly walked in on the two of them talking. It was their


    hushed tones that prompted me to stop, while a tingle in my gut told me to stay and listen.


    “You like her, she clearly likes you. What’s the problem, man?” Sean had asked.


    It took Mason several seconds to respond. “You don’t think it’s wrong of me to want her?”


    “How could it be wrong?” Sean replied.


    “I had a mate, and I lost her. I-I can’t rece her with ra.” Mason’s voice cracked, a shard of it


    ricocheting off the wall and into my chest.


    There was a sharp p, and I assumed Sean had patted Mason on the back. “This is going to sound


    harsh, but I think you need to hear it. Your mate died, yes. But she also chose to reject you. Spending


    the rest of your life alone and hurting for a person who couldn’t see your worth is a terrible waste. You


    deserve happiness, even if it’s not with the one the Moon Goddess paired you with.”


    Mason let out a long, shaky sigh, followed by a halfhearted chuckle. “You sound just like L, you


    know? Howe you haven’t moved on from your mate?”


    “I haven’t met anyone quiet like Kanyon. You’re lucky, Mason. It’s different when you’vepleted the


    bond. Part of you dies with them, and that part of me knows Kanyon is out there waiting-waiting until


    we’re together again.”


    It was funny to think that L’s brother was responsible for ra and Mason getting together. Sean


    had been more right than he could’ve ever known.


    “Ah-ha!” I gasped, kicking open yet another door on an overturned disy.


    This time, instead of old phone cases and corroded wires, I found a boxpletely untouched by the


    water damage infesting this ce. After a quick victory dance that resulted in me kicking the door and


    sending it flying off its hinges, I bent down to slide the box out of it’s hiding ce.


    Sure enough, inside was four different books, each one named after one form of magic or another. I


    scooped them into my arms and made quick work of slinking back into the shadows, willing the slippery


    little b*stards to transport me somewhere else-to the very person who sent me on this mission.


    “You’rete.” Ember’s snarky voice permeated the room I teleported into. The stone crafted fire ce to


    my left was the only source of light, casting a number of shadows along the heavily decorated walls.


    I pped the box of spell books onto the nearest table before propping my hand on my hip. Narrowing


    my eyes at the red-head, I spat back. “Easy for you to say. How long has your a*s been in that cushy


    chair? Three hours? Four?”


    A smirk twitched onto her face. “Five, but who’s counting?”


    Laughter rumbled in my chest, leaving my mouth the same time it left Ember’s. I approached the


    massive executive desk with my arms outstretched. She met me halfway, pulling me into a hug that all


    but enveloped me in her c*nnamon-apple scent.


    “It’s good to see you, Ember.” I stepped out of her grasp, eying the emerald-green pants suit she had


    on. It was adorned with golden buttons that matched the dainty chain around her neck-a gift. from


    Brandon that she begrudgingly epted only after he threatened her into it.


    I made absolutely no attempts to understand their rtionship.


    “It’s good to see you too. I’ve been swamped with work, and I’ll admit, it’s nice to see a friendly face.”


    She winked.


    With the box of spell books forgotten, we spend the next hour chatting, catching up with one another’s


    lives. I told her all about my honeymoon and the adventures Giovanni and I shared, while she both


    Magisterium had been builtst year, this one in Zeke’s pack. Ember leaped at the chance to take over


    as Headmaster, even though she was already acting as A*bassador to the Witches. The only thing


    keeping her from prematurely greying under the work load was the fact that both jobs often went hand


    in hand.


    “Encounter any rogue witches?” Ember asked offhandedly, as she always did when I returned on one


    of my missions.


    Propping my feet up on the c*shioned footstool perched in front of the chair I sat on, I shook my head. ”


    Nope, sure didn’t. From what I could pick up scent-wise, there hadn’t been anyone around in weeks.”


    “Good, good. I really hate sending them to the Tower, but I know it’s a necessary evil.”


    My stomach twisted at the mention of the Witch prison L, Ember, and a few of the others had


    created. It was the only ce on this earth strong enough to contain Witches that dabbled in dark


    magic.


    Using Conjuration, L created a tower in the middle of the ocean that could only be essed through


    special doorways nted in both Asher and Zeke’s packs. As the only person able to transport


    themselves through the shadows, I was often stuck escorting prisoners to and from various ces.


    L had put so much effort and energy into the Tower that she was out ofmission for over two


    weeks. Asher still hadn’t let her live it down, but through her crazed efforts, the Tower of Delirium was


    born.


    I still found the ce horribly chilling. A towerprised of snow-white brick, so pale that one could


    see their reflection in it’s surface, perched out in the middle of the ocean. Once inside it’s walls, there


    wasn’t a magic on the face of this earth that could be used.


    Not even my shadow abilities-which was scary as all hell.


    “Hmm, I think that ‘Elemental Magic for Beginners’ and ‘Potions, Elixirs, and More’ would be better


    suited in L’s pack, don’t you think?” Ember mused, her eyes scanning some of the pages s*atted


    around her desk. Her voice carved through my thoughts, chasing away the chill that the Tower never


    failed to evoke.


    They held the respective student poptions for both schools, along with the various magical types.


    Seeing as the Magisterium back home had more Elementals than in Zeke’s pack, it only made sense to


    send the spell book home. Either way, it’s pages would be scanned and entered into the Academy’s


    database so that all Witches would have ess to the knowledge.


    “Works for me.” I nodded, sipping on the tea Ember had given me. The herbal mixture was a bit tart


    from the orange peels inside, but even they failed to hide the undertone of bitterness.


    Noticing the grimace on my face, Ember smirked. “Tastes like a*s, doesn’t it? I promise it’ll help ease


    your nerves. It’s the least I can do.” Her eyes flickered downwards, to the apex of my stomach. “Have


    you told him yet?”


    I swallowed a gulp of the lukewarm liquid, an inkling of unease squirming in my chest. It hadn’t taken


    much for Giovanni to get me pregnant. In fact, it was all happening so quickly that I often wondered if


    some other force was at y.


    “No, not yet. I…I’m working up to it.” I sighed, brushing the strands of hair that had fallen out of my high


    pony from my face.


    Ember nodded understandingly, but her lips were knitted tightly together. “Was L able to figure out


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    why the baby is interfering with your shadow abilities?”


    My hand drifted to my stomach on it’s own ord. Even though the life cooking away inside my body


    was a vast sea of unknowns, it was one I wanted to tread regardless. It wasn’t just a piece of myself,


    but of the mate I loved with every fiber of my being.


    “The most she can deduce is that the baby is inheriting it’s own shadow abilities. We won’t know more


    until it’s born, but I’m hoping it doesn’t mess with them any further.”


    I was only a month along, barely noticeable apart from the fact that this little nugget somehow had the


    strength to screw with my shadow abilities. I’d be rxing in bed, or taking a calming bath when the


    shadows would begin to slither over my body, seconds away from plopping me somece new.


    Each time I managed to stop it before I actually vanished, but my fear was that with the passing


    months, my child’s power would grow.


    Ember’s eyebrows went up, just as mind had when L hit me with her theory.


    “She thinks your child is inheriting shadow abilities?”


    “That’s what she said. You know, I kind of liked being the first wolf to have this kind of power, but now


    that my baby is involved I’m honestly terrified. I don’t know what my body is creating. What if it’s a


    monster?” I felt terrible to think these thoughts about the life I had helped to create, but the possibilities


    for this to go horribly wrong were endless.


    Ember leaned back in her chair, practically swallowed whole by the silk c*shion. She crossed her arms


    over her chest, and from the tw*nkle in her eye, I could tell she was about to speak with her usual dose


    of bruta! honesty.


    “L was ying with the fabric of reality by turning you into what you are. Like it or not, these sorts of


    things have consequences. This-this is one of them.”


    I sank my teeth into my lower lip to stifle a pitiful whine. “What am I going to do? After being taken, my


    wolf spent too much time with the shadows. L Isn’tfortable changing me back to normal.”


    “When the timees and your baby is born, no matter what it is or what it’s capable of, we’ll all be


    there to help you.”


    Even with so much left to the unknown, the promise of one of my newest and dearest friends was


    enough to sooth the jagged shards of my fear.


    If only it could erase itpletely.