And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie)

take my pack."

Slowly I stood from my place on the ground where I had knelt. The power of the chains holding me down were not enough, and though I was weak, I was still strong at heart. "I am Damien, the Alpha of the North, and there's no way I'm going to allow you to kill my mate or Laughter consumed a small voice to the side, and I realized it was Allison who was laughing. Taking small steps towards me, she bowed her head at the Grand Elder and then turned her glance once more in my direction. "Who said about killing her? It's you that's going to

die."

"What?" I muttered in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

Leaning closer to me, she whispered. "When she unleashes her fury on the world, he will be free... it all starts with you dying first. Funny how things work in the end."

"Who will be free?" I asked her, searching for any answers that I could get.

"Oh, that would ruin the surprise," she whispered. "I can't wait to see her face."

Lashing out, I tried to hit her, bite her in anger. However, she moved out of the way, laughing. The elders stared at me with disdain in their face at the actions I had taken.

"It seems that you still are hell-bent on causing problems," the Grand Elder said clearly as he narrowed his gaze at me before turning his attention to Alokaye. "Do what you must, but do it with grace."

"NO!" I yelled loudly as the guards gripped my arms, pulling me back as Alokaye bowed his head to the elders and turned towards me.

"Take him back to his room, and stick him again. We leave in two days."

*****

Ivy.

Darkness fell outside, and as it did, I couldn't help but find sorrow because I was a captive in my own home. Prevented from leaving no matter how much I protested and tried to make them realize we could make this work. That we could do this without me being put at risk.

It was pointless, though. They were all determined to protect me and the children. Making sure that they held me behind a barrier I couldn't break no matter how much I wanted it to be.

After hours of crying and hot concoction Priscilla gave me, I drifted off to sleep.

It seemed like hours went by where I tossed and turned in the dark dreams I had. Dreams of watching Damian die before me, and being unable to save him. Unable to do anything to try and get to him.

"No!" I cried out softly as I jolted from my sleep, dripping in sweat as I peered into the darkness, realizing it was just another dream. I was speechless, and with the eerie darkness in the room and the silence within the house, I cast my glance towards the nursery and saw the twins silently sleeping.

Their bodies laid peacefully next to each other, and not far away was my mother fast asleep. She had made it known she would help with the children whether I wanted it, and I tried to protest, but now I was grateful.

As much as I wanted to be the perfect mother, I was a mess.

How was I supposed to be the mother I wanted to be for the twins when all I could do was think about things I couldn't actually change?

Sliding from the bed, I considered going to get a drink. Though when I made my way outside of my bedroom door, I felt a wave of heat rush through me that took my breath away. "The hell..." I muttered softly, placing my hand on my chest.

Something inside me was pulling me down the hall away from the stairs. I hesitated, but when I did, I felt the heat grow higher inside me. With reluctance, I let my body follow the draw leading me down and around the corner until I came to a halt in front of a bedroom door.