Chapter 6
Samantha’s POV
The place I found myself in was both strange and ethereal at the same time. Silver light seemed to envelop everything, and yet it wasn’t just light–it was tangible and warm, and tiny golden and purple motes danced around my fingers when I reached my hand out into the air.
All around me was a beautiful, shining palace with pillars made of moonstone that looked out into an endless expanse of that ethereal light. I felt like I was in a home that had been built amongst the stars, or perhaps as if I were inside the moon itself, into which a palace had been carved to look out across the galaxy.
But it was the beautiful face hovering above mine that truly stole my breath away.
The woman perched on the edge of my plush bed was timeless. She could have been my age or a thousand years old -perhaps both at once. Her silver hair floated around her, each strand shimmering like it had been woven by pure starlight.
Silver eyes, eerily pupilless and without scleras and yet utterly entrancing, stared down at me from behind long lashes of the purest white I had ever seen.
“Where… Where am I?” I asked, even though I somehow knew already. The woman’s beauty, her pale, luminescent skin, this palace… I was in the Moon Goddess’s domain. And this was the Moon Goddess herself.
The woman smiled faintly and pulled her hand away from my forehead. “You are correct. You are in my domain. For the moment, at least.”
I sat up, noticing now for the first time that my body felt strong and healthy–nothing at all like the weakness and agony I had felt for the nearly four years leading up to my death, and my death itself.
My death. I was dead. The thought shot through me like lightning, and yet I was surprised when I didn’t feel any particular way about it at all. Being here, sitting in front of the Moon Goddess in her palace of moonstone… Life seemed so fleeting and insignificant, and the pain I’d once felt was nothing more than a distant shadow.
The Goddess furrowed her white brows. It was strange, seeing that smooth, poreless face wrinkle with the expression, and yet it was comforting. It reminded me that we had all been built in her image, and she wasn’t as far from us as I’d once thought.
“Yes. You are dead,” she replied, as if having read my mind. Perhaps she had read my mind after all. “But you cannot stay. You will have to return to the land of the living soon.‘
“Why?” I blurted out. “Why can’t I stay here? With you? It’s so… peaceful.”
“Because your mission is unfinished. I have to send you back so you and your Silver Wolf–can complete it.”
I opened my mouth to ask more–what mission? What was I supposed to do?
“Wait-”
The Moon Goddess stood, white gown trailing behind her, and strode–or perhaps glided–over to the door. She looked at me one last time over her shoulder. Her eyes were full of tears, but she was smiling.
“Goodbye, Silver One. I’ll see you again someday, at the end of your days.”
My world went dark again like someone had switched off the lights.
When I woke once more, I found myself not in a palace of moonstone and serenity, but rather another hospital
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bed. Grief overtook me as I realized that I’d been sent back into Kade’s clutches–the very last place in this world that I wanted to be.
But the faces around me were unfamiliar, and so was the hospital room I was in. It was warm and cozy, and the people who’d gathered near my bed weren’t looking at me with hatred and distrust, but rather relief and adoration.
“You’re awake!” someone shouted–a woman with features I didn’t recognize. “I’ll go get the doctor!”
As the woman leapt to her feet and ran off to get the doctor, everyone started speaking at once. I could only stare in confusion; who were these people? Where was Kade? My family? My baby?
“Where am I?” I blurted out. I tried to sit up, but a hand gently pushed me back down.
“You’re in Nightshade pack,” a young man’s voice replied.
Kade’s POV
“This was all your fault. If you hadn’t treated our mate like this, she would still be alive.”
Ghost was furious at what Kade had done. And as Kade stared down at Samantha’s motionless form, at those gaunt cheeks and hollowed–out eyes, he began to agree with his wolf.
Samantha was dead. The doctors had just called it mere moments ago.
And she was dead… because Kade had rejected her, severing their mate bond when her wolf was already weak.
Kade hadn’t realized what he’d done until it was too late. He’d been so overcome by rage and betrayal at the thought of his mate’s pup being sired by another man that he had rejected Samantha before he’d even gotten her side of the story.
Because that was what Kade was used to doing. Ignoring her.
Her mother, Margaret, was beside herself with grief. She let out a cry that was half–howl, half–scream. Just as she began to collapse, Jack and Serena caught her and lowered her into a nearby chair.
“My baby!” Margaret cried, hysterical. “My baby is dead!”
Kade didn’t know what to say. He felt caught between staring at the lifeless body of his pregnant mate and the family who she had once called her own. Jack was speechless, but Serena’s eyes were staring at the floor, full of guilt and heartbreak.
“Please,” Margaret finally managed, turning her gaze on Kade a moment later. “You have to let me take her body home. She deserves a… a proper… burial.”
Kade’s cold heart splintered in his chest. A proper burial for the woman who had ruined his life.
He should have said no. In fact, he wanted to. He still hated Samantha for what she’d done, hated her to her very
core.
And yet… The soul–crushing pain of losing his mate was completely unexpected and unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
Kade opened his mouth to respond, but no words would come. For the first time since that fateful night years ago when his family had been destroyed, he was completely and utterly devastated and unable to form words.
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