Chapter 120


    Irma


    When my sister groans for the billionth time, I shoot her a stern look. She doesn’t even react. Her eyes


    are locked on the trees in the garden, and I sigh.


    “If you miss Lucas so much, why don’t you go after him? I’m sure he would appreciate it if his future


    Luna showed up in Haven, especially now when he has to get the entire pack ready for war.”


    A blush works over Skr’s face. “I’m not his future Luna!”


    “Sure, sure, whatever you say,” I roll my eyes and walk inside of the kitchen. My Dad looks up from his


    phone when he sees me, smiling softly.


    “Ah, Irma, the one I actually wanted to see”


    I raise my eyebrows at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”


    Laughing, he ces his phone down on the counter and faces me fully, his eyes twinkling under the


    kitchen


    lights. “Since you’ve met a mate that doesn’t speak English, I think this is the perfect opportunity to


    practice your mind- reading abilities…” He grows silent. “Wait. Where is your mate to begin with?”


    “Mom took him to a nearby


    ve to try out some clothes.”


    My Dad’s eyes bulge out of their sockets. “She left the house with a winged blue-grey alien?!”


    “He isn’t an alien, Dad!” I argue. “Besides, my mate can retract his wings. He didn’t have them out


    when they left, and the blue color shouldn’t surprise anyone. The humans know that supernaturals


    exist.”


    “Still.”


    “It will be fine.”


    The door in the hallway opens, and I hear my Mom speaking to my mate. “You’re very kind for carrying


    everything. My back isn’t what it used to be.”


    My heart clenches when I hear those words. My Mom is already twenty-eight years old, and even


    though my Dad or sister aren’t worried, I am.


    Can’t they see that Mom isn’t well? I know thirty-eight-year-old bodies aren’t what they once were, but


    Mom seems more tired than other people her age, and she isn’t even a human! So when I hear her


    comining about her back again, I nce over at Dad.


    “You should do something about Mom’s a


    aging.


    “Like what?” he asks with a sad smile. “Your mother is a werewolf, darling. Aging is natural for her


    kind.”


    I know he is right and that nothing much can be done, but I still hate hearing those words. It feels like


    ning over our heads, one that moves closer with each passing day.


    werewolf, too not only will I lose my Mom one day, but my sister will die as well while I continue living


    I’m a stupid hybrid.


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    ‘Enough negative thinking, my Dad says through a personal mind-link. He has always been skilled at


    reading people’s minds and speaking through telepathy. “Your Mom deserves to see you smiling,” he


    adds.


    I’m about to agree with him, but then I see my Mom and mate entering the kitchen. She is leaning


    against him heavily, her eyes zed over with exhaustion. He is holding her close, his tall form


    dwarfing hers. My heart clenches at the sight.


    “You should take her upstairs to rest,” I say to my Dad, whose face grows dark.


    “Irma…” he warns, but I won’t listen to him-not when Mom looks like she might pass out.


    “Yes, Dad. Mom needs to rest,” I insist, my voice trembles but firm. “Look at her; can’t you see she’s


    unwell?”


    The room falls silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock. The air seems to have grown heavy,


    and suddenly, I’m aware of my sister Skr standing next to me, her hand reaching for mine in quiet


    support.


    Dad sighs, defeated. “We should tell her,” he says finally, his gaze softening as he looks at Mom, who


    smiles back at him before her eyesnd on us, her daughters.


    “Girls, I’ve been wanting to tell you something, but the time has never been right. It isn’t right now


    either-we are at war, but you two deserve to know about my condition.”


    “Condition?” I whisper in a heartbroken voice while Skr squeezes my hand. Skr must have had a


    vision about this because she is eerily quiet.


    Yes,” my Mom confirms. “I have Weresurfurs.


    Those words shatter my world to pieces. Werewsurfurs is a rare form of cancer that only werewolves


    can get, but it’s s that I didn’t think it could possibly afflict anyone in our family. It saps the energy and


    vitality of werewolves, gradually weakening their supernatural abilities until they can no longer sustain


    their own lives.


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    A sob erupts from me, uncontroble and heart-wrenching. I don’t want to believe it, but the look on my


    Mom’s face tells me it’s the brutal truth.


    “Dad,” I begin, my voice barely a whisper now. “Is there any cure Anything at all?”


    His eyes brim with helpless pain as he shakes his head at me. “Pack researchers were working on a


    possible cure, but…their work hasn’t yielded anything substantial. So I would like us to enjoy the time


    we have left together as a family.”


    His words echo in the heavy silence of the room,nding like a devastating blow. Skr breaks first,


    her grip ckening on my hand as she crumples to the ground, sobs wracking her small body. Dad


    rushes to console her, but I remain still, frozen by an icy shock that numbs the pain momentarily.


    Mom tries to reach out to me, tofort me with her tired arms, But I can’t handle the news.


    I shake my head at her and bolt out of the kitchen. My feet instinctively carry me up the winding stairs


    to my room. I fling the door open and shut it behind me, slumping against it and letting out a strangled


    sob.


    The room is bathed in watery afternoon light, which filters through the ivoryce curtains. How could it


    look so peaceful when everything has just fallen apart?


    “Sni?”


    I lift my chin and see that my mate is floating in the air right in front of my face. He has shrunk into his


    adorable size again, and I snatch him from the air, gently pushing him against my chest as I cry my


    heart out.


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    His tiny body shakes with my sobs, but he remains silent. His eyes, always full of mischief, now shine


    with sympathy. He understands he always does, even though he doesn’t speak English. It’s one of the


    things I love most about him.


    “Sni,” I whisper brokenly between sobs, “I’m so afraid.”


    He doesn’t say anything, just nuzzles further into my chest. The soft tickling of his purple wings against


    my skin provides a meagerfort in the face of such devastating news.


    In the quiet calm of our shared grief, I realize how much I depend on him. He’s not just my mate; he’s


    my cliff, and yet, I don’t even know his name.


    It makes meugh despite the situation. “What is your name anyway?”


    My mate lifts his head, meeting my eyes before every little white dot on his grey-blue lights up. I realize


    he is using magic and fall silent when he grows back to normal size to stroke the tears from cheek.


    my


    ‘Are you sad about your mother?’ he asks through telepathy, causing me almost to choke.


    “YOU CAN TALK THROUGH TELEPATHY?!”


    My mate blinks at me before releasing an amusedugh. ‘Are you shocked?”


    I nod at him, and his lips twitch.


    ‘Me too. I honestly didn’t know I could speak with you, my mate I just really wanted to understand why


    you were trying and this happened,’ he gestures at the glowing dots on his grey-blue midnight skin.


    ‘Magic… I guess? Since I’m thest of my kind, it’s hard to say what I can and cannot do!


    His voice is very melodic, not human at all, which was expected, seeing he is a fairy of some sort. But


    even though we are mates, I get shy all over again hearing him talk


    “Your…your name,” I stammer, wiping my tears with the back of my hand, “wh-what’s your name?”


    He grins. Joaquin.”


    The thrill at hearing his name evaporates almost instantly as the reality of my Mom’s condition crashes


    over me again. I sag against him, the tears springing forth yet again. Joaquin wraps his arms around


    me in aforting embrace, and for a moment, I let myself lean on him, drawing strength from his


    warm presence.


    He strokes my hair gently, making soothing noises in his melodious voice that washes over me like a


    balm. ‘Schh, it will be okay. Your mother just needs to be taken to the well of fates in the magical realm


    I lift my head at that. “Well of fates?”


    “Yes,” his toothy grin is back, showcasing his sharp canine teeth that remind me of my own. ‘If you go


    there with your mate and drink the water, your life will be connected to your mate’s. It means you will


    die if your mate is killed, but it also means you will live for as long as the other does. With your father


    being a vampire, that’s quite a long time.”


    His words echo in my room, bouncing off walls and reverberating inside my skull. It feels like the world


    has slowed down, and suddenly, I can’t breathe. I stare at him, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.


    “Are…are you saying that if Mom drinks from this well thing, she’ll live as long as Dad does?” I stutter.


    Joaquinughs softly, his head tilting to the side in that adorable way that always makes me smile.


    ‘Yes, if that’s what she


    wants.”


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    I immediately get up from the floor. “I have to talk with my Mom or force her to the magical world!”


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