Chapter 29
Killian’s POV_
The next morning, I waited anxiously outside Mira’s hospital room, barely able to contain my relief. I hadn’t slept much, but that didn’t matter. The doctor had assured us Mira would be discharged today, and that alone lifted my spirits. When he finally emerged, clipboard in hand, he motioned me over.
“Mr. Thomas,” he said, a hint of a smile softening his usually serious expression, “Mira’s recovery has been impressive. She is still weak, though, so make sure she rests plenty. I will prescribe some medicines to help with the pain and the healing.”
I nodded, listening intently as he explained each medication’s purpose and dosage. My mind was racing, trying to absorb every word, wanting to make sure I could take care of her.
“Thank you, doctor, I’ll make sure she gets plenty of rest,” I said, determined to follow every instruction to the letter. Mira’s health was my only priority now.
I took the prescription slip and handed it to Hayden, who stood nearby. “Could you get these from the pharmacy?” I asked him, grateful for his support.
“Of course,” he replied with a reassuring smile, taking the paper from me and heading down the hall.
When I turned back, I found Mira waiting just outside her room, leaning against the door frame with a small, tired smile. “Ready to go home?” I asked softly, reaching out to support her as she stepped forward.
She nodded, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and uncertainty. “Yes, I’m more than ready,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. I could see the exhaustion in her eyes, and I wanted to protect her, to shield her from anything that could hurt her again.
We started walking slowly down the hospital hallway, her hand tucked in mine. I kept my grip gentle, afraid of causing her any discomfort. The silence between us was peaceful; we didn’t need words at that moment.
But then, out of nowhere, a voice broke the calm.
“You there! You are not ordinary,” an old woman called out, her voice filled with a strange intensity. “A spell has been cast on you to lock your powers. You need to break that spell, child. Only then will you become
powerful.”
Startled, I looked around and saw a frail, elderly woman standing just a few feet away, her gaze fixed on Mira. Her hair was wild, and her eyes held an unsettling gleam. She pointed a bony finger at Mira, her words
unsettling.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said, my tone firmer than usual, “please leave us alone.” I tightened my hold on Mira, intending to guide her away from this woman. I could feel Mira’s tension through our linked hands, and I wanted to keep her far from whatever nonsense this stranger was spewing.
But Mira stopped, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Wait, Killian,” she said softly, glancing at me before looking back at the old woman. “What spell are you talking about?”
The old woman’s eyes glinted with something unreadable, and she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. “The spell cast upon you by your parents. They locked your powers away, hiding them from you.
207
<
1/3
< Chapter 29
*FORME
Mira’s eyes widened in shock, confusion mingling with the fear on her face. “What?” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “Why would they do that? My parents would never harm me.”
The old woman shook her head slowly, her expression filled with something that looked like pity. “They didn’t do it to harm you, child. They did it to protect you. They were trying to keep you safe from the man who wants to sacrifice you.”
I felt Mira’s hand tighten in mine, her grip almost desperate. She looked completely thrown, distressed, and I hated seeing her this way.
“Enough,” I said sharply, pulling Mira closer to me. “This woman is crazy, Mira. Don’t listen to her.” I glared at the old woman, my patience wearing thin. “Please, leave us alone. We don’t have time for this.”
But the old woman just gave me a strange, knowing smile, as if she had expected my reaction. She pointed
down the hall, her voice calm and steady. “If you wish to know the truth, come to the old cottage by the
willow tree near the eastern border of the pack’s territory. I live there, and I can help you unlock what was
hidden from you.”
With that, she turned and disappeared down the hallway, leaving us both standing there in stunned silence.
Mira turned to me, her eyes full of questions, but I didn’t want to entertain whatever ideas that woman had just planted in her mind. “Come on,” I murmured, pulling her gently. “Let’s just go. That woman… she doesn’t know what she is talking about.”
“Killian, wait,” Mira protested, glancing back in the direction the woman had gone. “What if she is telling the
truth?”
I sighed, my frustration bubbling over. “Mira, that woman is probably just some crazy stranger. Don’t let her words get to you. You have been through so much already–you don’t need this kind of distraction right now.” But Mira wouldn’t let it go. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty, and I could see that she was genuinely shaken by what the woman had said. “What if she is right?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What if my parents did something to protect me? Maybe there is more to my past than I know…”
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my own emotions in check. Seeing her so upset made me feel helpless, and all I wanted was to make things better for her. “Mira,” I said gently, placing my hands on her shoulders, “ even if there is some truth to what that woman said, right now, what matters is that you are safe. I’m here, and I won’t let anyone harm you. You don’t need powers or spells for that.”
She looked up at me, her eyes searching my face as if trying to find comfort in my words. Slowly, she nodded, though I could see the doubt lingering in her expression. “You’re right,” she whispered, leaning against me for support. “Maybe I’m overthinking it.”
I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as we continued down the hallway. I wished I could banish all her worries, to make her forget whatever that old woman had said. But even as we walked out of the hospital, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still lingering in her mind.
Back at the car, I helped Mira settle into the passenger seat, buckling her in gently as if she might break. Her silence was heavy, her mind clearly still troubled by the strange encounter. I wanted to say something, to assure her, but words felt inadequate.
The drive back to the pack territory was quiet, and though I tried to keep the conversation light, Mira’s responses were distant and distracted. I knew that she was thinking about the old woman’s words, replaying
2/3
207
111
O
<
< Chapter 29
them in her mind.
Comments
