And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie)

Ivy.

Fifteen years...

Fifteen years since the war, and every day, I tried to atone for the shit I had done prior. I could play innocent and act like I hadn't done anything to cause it all, but I'd be fucking lying. Not only to those around me but also to myself.

The day Kara told me my children were to be sent to the land of the gods when they turned eighteen, I made a silent pact to prevent it. They were my children, and I was determined to make sure their lives were their own. Even if I wanted to strangle them on more than one occasion for their defiance, among other things. "Damn it, Pollux! Where are you?"

Storming through the house, I looked for the eldest of my six children and found, while gifted and the future of our pack, he never seemed to be where he was supposed to be.

"James, have you seen Pollux?" My words seemed to fall on deaf ears as James continued grading the papers before him. After all the hell we had gone through, he decided ten years ago to get into teaching, and he hadn't looked back. Which honestly was shocking, considering he taught ninth-grade biology.

"James..." I repeated with a groan of frustration. "James!"

"Huh?" His eyes gazed up to meet mine with a clueless look. He had aged so much since I had first met him. Gray hairs now streaked his head, and with it wrinkles crested the corners of his eyes. "Sorry, sweetie. The end of the grading period is next week, and I have to get these done."

replied as I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. No matter how much he had changed physically, he was still the sweet man I once knew. He always thought of others before himself and took pride in his work. "I

glanced down at his watch and furrowed his brows. "Babe, that started twenty minutes ago. Why didn't you tell me

offered. He was excited

had

had refused to take

ove

over as the Alpha of the pack, allowing Dàmian to spend more time with the business aspects

training grounds and managing the borders

the entire pack was grateful

twelve now. He

Pet

around lately. When little Sylvia got hurt a few years ago, I never thought he would leave the borders." Thinking about the memory of that day made my chest burn with anguish, but forcing the feeling away, bpushed my mind forward. "If only I can

they were about to be sixteen, they thought they could do whatever they wanted, and out of the two... Pollux wasn't the worst. No, he may have had his moments, but Cassie was very different