Chapter 118
Faith’s Pov.
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My head was pounding like someone was using it as a drum. It was the worst kind of pain, thick and dull, making my eyes feel too heavy to open. I passed out last night, and I don’t know why.
But even with my head trying to split in two, I woke up smiling.
The sweetest sounds were floating up from downstairs. Happy sounds. Really loud, bright laughter and that made me happy.
pushed myself up. I was dizzy, the room spinning a little bit, so I held onto the bedpost until the shaking stopped.
I stumbled into the bathroom and turned the shower handle all the way to cold. It forced my brain to focus on the cold instead of the ache.
Five minutes later, I was pulling on a simple cotton dress. I didn’t bother with makeup. I looked pale and tired, but I was ready to face the day.
I didn’t want to think about last night especially what I did because I don’t regret it.
I tried to kill Alice and maybe the better version of me was supposed to feel guilty but the only guilt I feel is the fact that she didn’t die.
“Mommy”
Marco’s little legs were pumping as he ran across the tiled floor. He smashed right into my legs, hugging me tightly. I scooped him up, careful not to move my head too much.
“Good morning, my big boy,” I whispered, kissing his forehead.
He held my face in his tiny hands and gave my cheek a wet kiss. I kissed both of his back, which made him throw his head back and giggle.
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I put Marco down and looked over at the breakfast table. Astor was sitting there, looking handsome even in the morning light, and Isabella was next to him.
Isabella looked at us. She had her fork halfway to her mouth, and she was watching Marco and me very closely. Her expression was a strange mix curiosity and also a hint of discomfort, like she didn’t quite belong here.
I helped Marco climb back into his seat and then walked over and I leaned down gently and
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kissed Isabella right on the top of her head.
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“Good morning, sweet girl,” I said looking at her in awe because I can’t believe she’s mine.
“Morning” she mumbled, looking down at her scrambled eggs.
I started to move toward my own chair, but before I could sit down properly, Astor reached out. He grabbed my waist quickly and pulled. I yelped a little and landed with a soft thump right in his lap.
He laughed, a deep, easy sound, and then tilted my head up and kissed me. It was a long, gentle kiss that made my whole body feel warm and fuzzy, despite the cold shower. I couldn’t help but laugh when he finally pulled away.
The kids were giggling too, finding the whole thing highly amusing.
While Astor rubbed circles on my hip, I made sure to look closely at Isabella. I didn’t want her to feel awkward because I think in her mind it’s possible that she thought her parents were together and this could be very uncomfortable for her.
“Are you doing okay, Isabella?” I asked her quietly.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m okay. But I don’t understand how I woke up here. I was at my house when I went to sleep.” Her lower lip trembled slightly. “My mommy will probably be really worried about me.”
My smile fell away. I looked at Astor immediately. I can’t get over the fact that Alice confessed and she took my baby away from me like it was nothing.
Astor tightened his grip on me and let out a small sigh. He knew this was the hard part.
“Bella,” he said, using a soft voice. “Your mommy had to go somewhere. It was important.”
Isabella’s eyes went wide. “Go where?”
“She won’t be able to come home for a couple of days,” Astor continued, keeping his voice steady and calm. “So, you are going to stay right here with us. We get to have you all to ourselves for a little bit.”
The light went out of Isabella’s eyes. She looked genuinely disappointed, maybe even scared
that she was left behind.
“Oh,” she whispered.
Before the sadness could set in fully, Marco jumped up in his chair. “But that is okay. We are going to have so much fun! We have toys and a big yard and we can play hide–and–seek!”
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Isabella looked at Marco’s shining, excited face, and a tiny smile finally tugged at her lips.
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Astor took the opportunity. “Alright, kiddos. Finish your breakfast, then let’s go upstairs and see if we can find some good story to read before I go, okay?”
The children finished up and happily sped off upstairs, Marco already instructing Isabella on how the rest of their day was going to go.
As soon as they were gone, the easy atmosphere broke. Astor helped me off his lap and back into my chair. He looked serious now.
“How are you feeling, Faith?” he asked, rubbing my temples.
“I have a banging headache, and I’m still a little dizzy,” I admitted. “Other than that, I’ll live. But tell me, what did the doctor say about why I passed out?”
Astor leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.
“He said what we already know. Your wolf is getting stronger, Faith. Much stronger, much faster than expected.”
I frowned. “And that made me collapse?”
“You don’t know how to control the power yet. Not this much. It’s too much for your body to handle right now. The surges were pushing you past your limit. You have to get used to it.”
“I’ve been researching everything I can about my wolf, about what I’m capable of, and half of it sounds like total nonsense, like something out of a fantasy book, it just doesn’t feel real.”
Astor took my hand.
“Faith,” he said in a way that made me worried. “We have something we really need to talk about. Something serious.”
My heart started thumping hard. I was worried that he was going to tell me that the nonsense my parents told me about my wolf and me was true.
The air in the room suddenly felt thick with dread.
But before Astor could even start, we both felt a violent, horrible tug on the pack bond.
It wasn’t just a feeling, it was a physical punch to the gut, a deep, agonizing sorrow that traveled through the connection we shared with every member of our pack.
Someone had died.
Astor instantly stood. His body stiffened, his eyes going distant and sharp, the Alpha taking
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charge. He was already halfway out of his chair.
“I have to go, right now,” he stated, his voice clipped and urgent.
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“Go,” I told him, standing up quickly. “I have to stay here with the kids until somebody comes to watch them. You have to handle this. Just keep me updated on everything. Be careful.”
He nodded once, already turning away, his mind clearly focused on the pack tragedy.
Just then, the front door swung open and Kimberly walked in, looking somber and tired.
“Kimberly, you have impeccable timing,” I said, jogging a couple of steps to meet her. “I need to go too, but you have to watch the kids for a bit.”
I reached out quickly, meaning to squeeze her arm in thanks and hurry her along to the kids. My fingers brushed the soft fabric of her sleeve.
The instant I touched her, everything exploded.
It wasn’t just a memory I saw, it was like a lightning bolt struck my brain, forcing me into her mind.
I experienced what she experienced today which was basically humiliation and bullying from other women in the pack because of what they found out about Chase.
My breath caught in my throat. I gasped, stumbling backward. The vision snapped back, violently, and I was standing in my hall again, staring at a very worried Kimberly.
My legs gave out. I hit the floor hard, trembling violently. My whole body was shaking, racked by an emotion that wasn’t even mine. It was too much, too fast.
Kimberly rushed forward. “Faith! Are you okay? What happened?”
I don’t know what is happening but it’s the same feeling that I got when I got the vision of the children dying and now I just got the same feeling and memories but they belong to Kimberly.
I tried to get up, pushing against the floor with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking. My head was screaming now, worse than before.
“I’m fine,” I mumbled, though the lie was pathetic. I nodded weakly. “Just a bit dizzy. My head. Take care of Marco and Isabella. Don’t let them worry.”
I wanted to talk to her about it but for now it’s not important because what matters is that the pack just lost somebody and I have to be there is the Luna.
I pushed myself onto my feet, ignoring Kimberly’s frantic questions, and stumbled toward the front door, driven by the need to go out there.
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I made it past the threshold, taking one desperate, wobbly step off the porch. I took another, trying to put speed into my steps.
The effort was too much. The world tilted sideways, the ground rose up to meet me, and everything went black.
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