The Last Spirit Wolf (Elena Norwood)

-Vera-

It takes me a few moments to react after that last vision. I don't understand what happened, or why it happened; it's like Luna Irene forced me to have a vision and take her with me. All I know is that I feel spent after having those two visions, even more so because

I had taken Alpha Silas with me into the first vision earlier today.

When I fully come to and see Luna Irene on the floor, I gulp; she's acting exactly like I'm feeling.

I come close to her, crawling. Sofia and Dr. Owens are staring at both of us, concerned.

"Are you okay?" Sofia whispers to me as I approach her and Luna Irene.

I just nod, trying my best to hold in the tears I feel rimming my eyes.

I'm on my knees next to Luna Irene as she wails, putting my hand softly on her back as Sofia did before; only Sofia doesn't have magic. Maybe I can use mine to calm her down.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that," I tell her, my voice thick with feelings that mirror her own.

One of my hands is on her back, while the other is on her shoulder. I'm trying my best to calm her, but it's taking longer than usual; maybe because my magic is worn out after the whole experience.

Maybe 15 minutes pass before Luna Irene has stopped crying and is composed enough to sit up; I'm not sure if my magic helped her at all at this point.

"Luna Irene?" Sofia asks gently, sitting beside her.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she says, waving her hand dismissively, "I just need a moment."

She blows her nose with a handkerchief she carries and gets up. She sits back down on her chair and collects herself.

She clears her throat before speaking.

"Was any... was any of that real?" She asks me, not daring to meet my gaze.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

I slowly get up, picking up my chair and sitting in front of her once again.

Sofia and Dr. Owens sit back down, following our lead, but after everything they just witnessed, to say they're apprehensive is an understatement. "Yes, it was..." I have to adjust my throat, "it was all real."

"So Alpha Samael..." She can't finish the sentence.

I simply nod.

"And that other man?"

"Lycan King Alexander," I clarify.

"Ellie's mate." she finally says.

I nod.

She stares down at her hands for a long time, possibly processing everything she just learned these past few minutes.

I can feel Sofia staring between us, curious, but I'll have to fill her in later; I don't feel like discussing any of this right now, especially not in front of Luna Irene.

"I..." Luna Irene breaks the silence, clearing her throat again, "when it was decided that she would become Alpha Samael's mate, she was excited, he was nothing but a gentleman to her while they were here, courting. After all, we waited for her to find her destined mate, but she never did.Visit to read the complete chapters for free. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Job ni b. com. Now, it's clear why," she throws me a knowing look, understanding now that her mate wasn't even a werewolf, there was no way for them to meet before. She continues, "it was Silas's idea, but I had... a feeling... I knew that he wasn't the one for our daughter. Still, that old bastard insisted," she throws Alpha Silas a look, him twitching in his sleep, "and then, after months of not hearing from her, not even a phone call, we get the news that lycans kidnapped her? Alpha Samael was beside himself, looking for her, as were we, but things never really added up for me."

Her expression has now shifted from one of grief and sorrow, to anger.

"I should have listened to my instincts. When it comes to our children, a mother's instinct is never wrong."

Sofia nods in agreement; having already formed a bond with her twins, she knows exactly what Luna Irene is referring to.

There's another moment of silence.

I breathe in deeply, still calming myself after that intense experience.

"My child, why have you come here, really?" Luna Irene asks me, this time staring at me directly.

It takes me a minute to finally speak.

"That little boy you saw in the vision, Ellie's child, your grandson, his name is Noah, and he's my mate."

Her eyes widen slightly, her lips pursed into a thin line.

I let the revelation hang between us for a moment before I speak again.

"He's also the lycan King. He took over after I killed Alistair, the previous King. It was Alistair who killed Ellie's mate, Alexander."

Her expression turns sad again,

"And... Ellie?" She says, looking down.

"We... we don't know what happened to her, specifically, but we don't have any reason to believe that she's... alive," I say, with a heavy heart, "I'm sorry," I whisper to her.

Irene closes her eyes at this, silent tears once again dampening her cheeks. She quickly dabs at them with her handkerchief.

"I at least had to know for sure," she says, staring at the earring that remains at the center of the table.

"Luna Irene, when Noah was born, there already were problems within the lycan Council. Ellie and Alexander knew this, that's why his birth certificate back at the lycan Castle was faked, it never recognized King Alexander as his father in order to protect him. We have reason to believe Ellie would have taken precautions as well, though, ensuring he could always come home to you.

Luna Irene frowns, still looking at Ellie's earring; for a few moments, I'm not even sure she heard me.

I open my mouth to ask her again, certain that what I said didn't register with her, but she gets up from her chair. "Wait here," she says.

I haven't even finished explaining the whole situation, but I say nothing as she gets up and walks out of the room.

A few moments after Luna Irene leaves, Sofia turns to me.

"What just happened?" Sofia asks me, whispering.

I'm again about to explain it to her, opening my mouth to speak, but Luna Irene comes back too quickly.

I shut my mouth once again, shrugging at Sofia, mouthing 'later' at her.

Luna Irene sits with us again, placing a wooden box on the table.

She sighs, placing a soft hand on top of it.

"A little over year after Ellie went missing. I received a package, it had a letter and this inside," she once again grabs her pendant delicately between her hands, "I didn't even open it, thinking it was a cruel joke from the lycans, taunting us as we kept looking for her even after all that time. I just made her earring into a pendant and threw the rest of the package into a box of junk, not thinking twice about it."

"If it had her earring, it must have come from her," Sofia muses, looking at the wooden box.

"I realize that now," Luna Irene says, "at the time, it didn't even cross my mind that it could be from her. Over a year had passed, and she was able to send us a letter all that time? I..." she pauses, "that's not the Ellie I knew. She must've known we would be worried sick."

"She didn't think you would accept her new life with her new mate," I say, understanding the feeling well. Being mated to a lycan isn't easy, much less the lycan King.

"And we probably wouldn't have," Luna Irene says, tearing up again. "my sweet girl," she sobs," she wanted to avoid conflict, it was best for us to believe she was dead in order for her to live her life happily and untroubled."

The heaviness of the moment momentarily distracts me from the task at hand, but I can't help it. It's as if I connected to Irene on a deeper level through the visions and I feel her emotions as my own now.

I still feel her anger, sorrow, and regret, but I also feel... relief? Even if it's subtle, it's unmistakably there.

"Anyway, are we going to open this thing or what?" She asks, interrupting the moment.

I hesitate, but within seconds I'm reaching towards the box, removing its cover.

There are a lot of documents, some old, some new, but mostly just junk. I have to sift through all of it in order to find a small package buried beneath it all.

There's nothing particularly distinct about it, except for an elegant handwritten name at the front of it.

It reads,

*Noah.*