Page 50 of Twilight Echoes
The Legend of the Fated Moons.
Parents. She was going to be a mother. A fate she could no longer deny if she tried. She could feel her children growing inside her womb. It was as if they were giving her strength and energy to fight for their father.
Deep down she knew Darrell would be the only man she’d ever love, but now she might not get the chance to really give him everything he deserved.
And she’d never get the chance to dance with him, much less choreograph a piece only their love could conjure.
“Stay with me,” she whispered.
Nothing.
The sound of lightning crackled as her father poured a potion over the book. “Out of the cauldron, I unlock the black magic by the Witches of the Willows, which is protected in this book. Take the spells and let them look. The pages filling left and right, open this case and find the spite. Out of the cauldron and into light, guide this wizard to the sight.”
The room filled with a pitch-black smoke, making it impossible to see.
“I’m in,” her father said. “And there is a reversing spell.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as a guttural sob escaped the pit of her stomach. “Please, Daddy, hurry.”
In seconds, her father was at her side. “Out of the cauldron and into the hollows of a cave, take this death spell, cast it out to sea and heal the brave. Heal the soul that burned with black, taking the spell back. Put out the fire and fill with ice, giving this wolf, his kind, his mate, and all the other tormented by hell, might.” Her father splashed something over Darrell, and his body shook and his skin turned white.
“I don’t think it’s working,” she whispered as Darrell’s body temperature dropped drastically. She could see his breath like he was out in the freezing elements of the Great North.
“It’s working.” Her father sat down beside her, putting a tender hand over her shoulder. “He’s pushing out the spell with every exhale.”
“He’s so cold. Werewolves aren’t supposed to be cold.”
“I’ll get him a blanket, but trust me, my little precious one, your soulmate will be fine.”
She held him tight, kissing his cold skin. “I love you,” she whispered.
Darrell gritted his teeth, doing all he could to hang on to the tiny piece of Avery that the spell cast by her father allowed. He should sacrifice himself to protect her and his children. They deserved to live more than he did. His pack would have another leader and if she was successful, then she’d be able to save both the Witches of the Willows and his pack.
But he promised her father he’d fight for their union and that was the only way Albert would agree to cast the spell.
His vision blurred, and the room faded to black.
His body dropped to the floor, even though he tried to keep himself upright.
Scorching pain ripped through his veins. He could only hope that he was helping Avery.
Not hurting her.
He shivered as a cold wave flowed through his bloodstream. His heart slowed, and he could no longer hear anything. He tried opening his mouth, but he couldn’t move.
Panic gripped his heart.
Then the world went dark.
Damp.
Nothing.
“Darrell?” Avery’s voice echoed in his mind. It sounded like the purest music he’d ever heard. “Can you hear me?”
He blinked his eyes, but nothing snapped into focus. Everything around him was one big gray blur.
“He needs more rest,” a man’s voice boomed. “Let him sleep.”
