Chapter 217


    Chapter 217: The Dark Images


    Edrick


    I hated to leave Moana behind, but I missed too much at work while she was in the hospital.


    Now that she was safely at home, I only needed to go to the office for a couple of hours to deal


    with some meetings.


    Unfortunately, those couple of hours quickly turned into a full day of work. By the time I headed


    home, it was already starting to get dark out. All I could think about was getting home to Moana


    and my daughter and spending the rest of the evening with them.


    However, when I got home things seemed incredibly… off.


    The penthouse was dark and quiet when I arrived. It wasn’t thatte, which was a bit confusing.


    But as I started to make my way through the penthouse and found Selina sitting in the kitchen


    by herself with only amp illuminating the room, I quickly realized why everything felt so


    strange.


    Selina was sitting with her back turned to the kitchen door, but I could tell instantly from the way that


    her shoulders were shaking that she was crying silently. She stopped when she heard meing, but I


    knew that she was crying. No matter how quickly she tried to wipe away her tears and smile, it was too


    obvious.


    “Hungry?” she asked, getting up and wiping her hands on her apron. “Sit down. I’ll make you


    something.”


    I slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down, watching as the old housekeeper scurried around and


    began preparing a meal. It was strange to see her acting so emotionally; she was normally such a stoic


    and stern person as long as I had known her, and yet since she met Moana that seemed to change. It


    seemed as though she was beginning to see Moana as something like her own daughter, and it was


    clear that the warehouse incident and the three day long hospital stay were both getting to her. But I


    could tell that something else was wrong.


    “What’s going on?” I asked suddenly, unable to contain my curiosity.


    Selina made a face as she clicked on the burner on the stove and spread butter on some bread to start


    making a grilled cheese. “What are you talking about?” she said. It was clear that she was hiding


    something, judging by the look on her face.


    “Tell me what it is, Selina,” I said. “Is something wrong?”


    The old housekeeper paused, then sighed. She set the bread down in the pan, then put a few slices of


    cheese on top before wiping her hands on her apron once more. I watched as she nervously withdrew


    a folded piece of paper from the pocket on her apron with shaking hands.


    “Moana had another… episode,” she said, shakily handing me the paper. I took it with a furrowed brow


    and unfolded it. My eyes widened as I saw the contents of the page. It was a drawing made with dark,


    heavy strokes that depicted a strange knife with a slightly curved de and a wolf’s head on the


    handle. It looked oddly familiar to me for some strange reason, but the pressure of the lines and the


    way that the drawing seemed so chaotic indicated that it was not drawn while Moana was in a normal


    mental state. What especially gave that away was the fact that it was drawn over the picture that


    Moana drew of E and I on the ferris wheel. I knew that she would never want to draw over that


    picture.


    “She said she doesn’t remember anything,” Selina continued. “She said that she was just sitting in her


    bed, and then when she came to she was surrounded by dozens of simr pictures. I found her like


    that, and I believe her… But I think she needs help, Edrick. Serious help. Help that we might not be


    able to provide for her here…”


    Suddenly, I looked up at the old housekeeper with my eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to say?” I


    growled.


    Selina, seemingly unfazed by my anger, sighed again. “I don’t know. Maybe she should be in an


    institution for a while where they can keep a close eye on her and take better care of her than we can


    here.”


    “You’re suggesting that I send the mother of my child away to a psychiatric facility?” I said, standing


    suddenly as I gripped the paper tightly in my hand. “I won’t do that. I won’t send her to one of those


    ces.”


    Selina narrowed her eyes at me. “What do you suggest, then?” she murmured. She pressed her


    lips into a thin line and red at me for a few long moments before she hastily turned around


    and flipped the sandwich over in the pan, causing it to sizzle. As she did, I looked back down at


    the drawing in my hand and studied it even more closely. There was indeed something familiar


    about it, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. All I knew was that I had seen it somewhere


    before, meaning that it wasn’t just a violent image that Moana made up in her own head. At the


    very least, I wouldn’t assume that right away. I had to give her the benefit of the doubt before I


    jumped to conclusions and sent her away, which would likely only make her symptoms even


    worse. No… I had to do some research on this knife before I did anything else.


    “Where is she now?” I asked.


    “She took some of her medicine and she’s sleeping now,” Selina replied. “I called the doctor


    and he came and checked on her. He says that her vitals are fine, but he left the name and


    number of a… hypnotherapist who can supposedly help. But I don’t believe in that sort of stuff.


    I think she needs a more straightforward approach.”


    For a few moments, I stared at the back of the old housekeeper’s head, at the perfectly round,


    gray bun that rested just at the nape of her neck. She tersely shoved a spat under the grilled


    cheese that she was cooking and moved the sandwich to a te before clicking off the stove


    and turning back to face me. But by the time she did that, I was already gone. I ignored her calls


    and stormed into my office, where I shut and locked the door.


    My mate wasn’t crazy. I had seen this knife before, and I was sure of it. I could sense it; it had to


    have some sort of significance. Yes, Moana’s trauma in the warehouse was sure to cause her


    plenty of problems, and I was still going to get her some help, but this felt different. That night


    in the warehouse, she had marked me. I remembered when I finally healed and I stood up, Ethan


    picked her up by her throat and was choking her when a bright golden light burst out of her and


    sted him backwards, throwing him to the ground. That night, it was very likely that her


    Golden Wolf abilities were beginning to surface; and maybe this drawing was a depiction of


    more of her abilitiesing to light.


    It seemed to me that Moana may have begun having visions, and the depiction of this strange


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