Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: 190. Meeting Mom II

Maisie

I dreamt of a woman.

In her hands, she had a stone of blood ruby. She was on her knees in front of an ancient rock. She wasn’t the only one.

There were six others. Men dressed in warrior’s leather and weapons strapped to their gigantic frames. They were all distinctively different from each other and they had a look of hardened resolve on their faces.

All seven of them formed a circle around the rock. At the center of the rock was a hole--as heart. It glowed with faint light as the ruby pulsed in the woman’s hands, like it was calling to the ruby.

The woman was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands shaking around the stone. She spoke and her words were strange and hoarse. She was not speaking in any language I had heard before, but I knew it at heart.

"Please," she cried. "I can’t—I can’t lose you. It’ll kill me. Please don’t make me do this. I can’t live without either of you."

The man who knelt closest to her clenched his jaw and took her wrist in his, even as she shook her head, wailing. He took a blade from another dark haired male kneeling close to him and tore a line across her palm, causing blood to spill on the stone.

It began pulsing erratically, and he yanked her forward forcefully, holding her wrist over the hole. His violet eyes were hard. But he looked at her with so much love, she began thrashing against him as he said, "You must. You will." He smiled. "Live, Elara."

"Florian, no!" she screamed as he placed her hand to hover over the rock’s heart.

The other males had their slit palms on the rock, watching her with the same love and sadness the man named Florian was, even as they smiled. I felt her fear. Her desperation. Her helplessness. She didn’t want to say goodbye. It felt like she was dying.

The man named Florian placed his slit palm over the rock and jammed the woman’s hand over the hole, pushing the ruby into the heart of the rock.

The world around them exploded into colors and sound, the light from the ruby flaring so brightly, it temporarily blinded her. The light shot straight as an arrow to the skies, parting the clouds beyond. And from the light, she saw that the fabric of the atmosphere had begun to split.

A voice came from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Ancient, yet young, cruel and yet, soft. It lilted and though it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard, it spoke the words that broke the woman.

"The price has been paid, Elara Thorne."

The woman looked away from the rift she had opened. And saw that her greatest fear had come to life.

All six men lay back from the stone, their bodies stiff and unmoving and pale, drained of their life force. The light gone from their eyes. And she knew they were gone.

She screamed.

****

My eyes flew open. I panted.

"Are you..." someone said beside me, and I jerked away.

Where was I?

For a full minute, I couldn’t differentiate dreams from reality. I could still feel the rough edge of the rock biting into my knees. I felt the cut on my palm as though the dagger had cut into my own skin. I felt the lancing pain in my chest and the severance that felt like death.

My fingers curled against my tight, aching chest and a wretched sob tore out of me. I felt such great loss, it felt like my soul had been split into several pieces.

"It was a dream, Adams," said Soren.

Slowly, my surroundings came to focus and I blinked back the terrible images from the dream, trying to get my bearings as my chest heaved.

I was in a bedroom I didn’t recognize with walls made from rocks, and the day’s events came rushing back to me.

The Ridge. We were at the ridge to meet Margaret. I was alive. My mates were alive. Not dead. Not lifeless. I wasn’t alone. The pain wasn’t ripping me apart.

Soren’s face came to focus and something about seeing his violet eyes first cracked something in my chest. He had the same eyes as the man from my dreams. The same hard set to his jaw. The same softness that I occasionally glimpsed in his gaze when he wasn’t being stoic. The same softness he regarded me with.

I lunged into his arms and held him tight as another sob ripped out of me.

"Someone–people–died," I croaked.

No. I didn’t know him. But it felt like I did.

The price has been paid, Elara Thorne.

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