Chapter 153
Faith’s Pov
It felt like one of those perfect, quiet days. The ones I don’t usually get.
“Mommy” Isabella squealed being chased around by Marco.
Mommy. She was calling me Mommy now, the word was soft and pure coming from her lips. It
was a melody I could listen to forever.
Marco was laughing the whole time he tried catch her. My ever–loving boy. He was my rock, my
first true joy.
A bittersweet pang hit me then, a familiar ache deep in my soul. Astor wasn’t here. My wolf howled softly within me paining for her mate, I don’t want to admit it to myself but I do miss him and it’s easier to be angry with him when I know he’s somewhere around the Pack.
But today, the sadness was just a bit far away. Today, I chose peace. I chose to focus on the
laughter and the love of my family.
My mother sat across from me, her usually stern features softened by a rare, gentle smile as she watched Isabella. Beside her, my father Connor, actually seemed just as enamored with the kids.
Ma and Pa were in the kitchen, the smell of fresh–baked bread beginning to fill the air. I miss having something baked by them because they are the best bakers in the world so they decided to make
me some muffins which I will devour alone.
It was a perfect day. Too perfect, maybe. It felt like a dream. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to
freeze this moment and live in it always.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, when it came to my happiness, ever lasted forever.
Suddenly I was being mindlinked. It was George. His voice was fillef with an urgency that sent a shiver down my spine. “Luna one of the scouts reported suspicious activity around the territory. It
might be Kyle.”
My breath caught in my throat. Kyle. The name alone was enough to make my blood run cold and to snap every nerve in my body to attention. An attack. On my pack.
“Kids!” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “Everyone. We need to go to the pack house. Now.”
My mother’s gentle smile vanished, replaced by a familiar look of understanding. My father, too, straightened, his easy demeanor gone. Ma and Pa hurried in from the kitchen, their faces etched with worry.
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“What is it, Faith?” my mother asked, her voice low.
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“Kyle,” I said simply, the single word enough to convey the threat. “Suspicious activity. We can’t risk
- it. Everyone, to the pack house. All of us. Now.” My heart hammered against my ribs. If anything
happened, I wanted them close, where I could see them, where I could protect them.
The pack house was already buzzing with activity when we arrived. Warriors were assembling,
their faces grim, weapons being distributed. I left Marco and Isabella with everybody in the living
room and practically ran to the office.
Liam was already there, his usually jovial face set in a hard line, maps spread across the table.
“Luna Faith,” he started, “we’ve got guards doubled at every perimeter point. Every warrior who can fight is armed and ready. We’ve got patrols out, looking for anything out of place.”
I nodded, my mind racing. “That’s good, Liam, but it’s not enough.” I walked around the table,
tapping a finger on the map of our territory. “Every pack Kyle has attacked so far has been strong.
They’ve probably been just as ‘ready‘ as we are right now. But he always takes them by surprise.
He finds a weakness, an unexpected angle. We need to do more. Something… different.”
Liam and George exchanged a look. “What do you suggest, Luna?” George asked, his brow
furrowed. “We’re utilizing every known defense, every tactic.”
“Continue doing everything you’re doing,” I told them, my voice firm, “and I’ll take care of the rest.” I didn’t wait for questions. I knew what I had to do so I left them there.
I found my mother in the main living area, trying to keep Isabella distracted with a toy. “Mother,” I said, my voice low but urgent. “We need to talk. Now.”
I pulled her away from the watchful eyes and ears, into a quiet corner near a rarely used fireplace.
The stone walls seemed to absorb the sounds, giving us the privacy we needed. “Mother,” I
whispered,” you said that with my power I could create a barrier over the Pack that nobody who
isn’t a member cannot enter.” I asked because it did come up on one of our lessons and I want to
know if it’s true and how I can do it.
She looked afraid and I’m guessing she’s afraid for me because she’s made it clear that my powers are dangerous to me as well. “Yes, Faith. You can. But it would require immense concentration. And most importantly… it would probably drain most of your power. You would pass out if you did
it.”
My heart pounded. “For how long?”
She hesitated and I could tell that it meant bad news. “I don’t know for how long. And maybe you might even do more than just pass out. You might fall into a coma. This would be the first time you’ve used your powers to that kind of magnitude. It’s a huge risk, Faith.”
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“None of that matters,” I said, my voice raw with conviction. ” if there’s already suspicious activity around the pack, it means Kyle could attack at any moment. He could be here now, watching us. My kids…” My voice broke. “My kids might get hurt. I will never, ever let that happen. Not again. I lost Isabella before I could even see her, I lost my dad and I lost my baby. I can’t lose anymore.”
To be honest I really didn’t need her permission the only thing I want from her is to teach me and she saw it on my face because she sighed in resignation. “Then you must concentrate, Faith. Concentrate with every fiber of your being. Imagine it and Feel it.”
I nodded, taking a shaky breath. I went outside and stood there. I closed my eyes, picturing our territory: the pack house, the surrounding homes, the training grounds, the forest path, the river. I saw every tree, every stone, every precious life within. I stretched out my hands, palms facing each other, then slowly, deliberately, began to expand them outwards.
I felt a familiar hum of power awakening. An invisible energy pulsed, vibrating the air around me. I felt the earth beneath my feet rumble, responding to my will.
I imagined an impenetrable shell forming around the entire pack territory. It wasn’t just a thought, it was a desperate plea, a command, a primal scream from my very soul. The power surged, pushing against my limits, burning through my veins like fire. My vision swam and dots danced before my eyes but I didn’t give up.
I focused harder, pouring every ounce of my being into the task. I could feel the barrier solidify, thickening, reinforcing itself with sheer, unyielding force. It was like pulling a vast, heavy, invisible blanket over everything I loved, tucking it in tight, making it safe. My body trembled, every muscle
screaming in protest.
The last of my energy drained from me and I felt a sudden, complete emptiness that left me hollow and cold. My knees buckled.
Then, there was nothing.
