The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 98

Ninety-Eight: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

I could hear Her melodic voice on repeat, telling me to let go. She wanted me to lose control, control I had tried so hard to maintain. But she had been right.

I had lost control. I had let my emotions rule my magic, and now thousands were dead. It didn't bother me that they were. They needed to die to save the lives of my people. I would do it again in a heartbeat if I needed to.

But that was the problem. That was what I was scared of. What if I accidentally did it again?

How many of my own people would die because I got too angry, too scared, or too sad?

I wanted to celebrate with my pack as the city was alive with excitement. Bonfires were lit throughout the city, and people ate and drank to their hearts' content.

What we had anticipated being a long and drawn-out war, had ended in a matter of hours. We had lost so few that while they would be mourned and missed, the joy of so many returning home was something to celebrate.

Yet, I had difficulty enjoying myself when I felt like a ticking time bomb. I was too exhausted to think it would happen tonight, but what about tomorrow or next week?

My hands gripped the cold stone as I sat on the front steps of the castle, watching as Killian laughed and cheered with a drink in his hands. I had never seen him so carefree. It took almost an hour of me encouraging him to enjoy himself before he agreed to one celebratory drink.

He would be back at my side in a few minutes once his drink was gone, caring for me.

He understood that I needed a minute alone, and he respected that. Still, his eyes never strayed from me for more than a few minutes as he watched me with concern.

'It gets easier.' The voice came through the pack link, startling me.

reach out and touch him if I

as I felt the lump in my throat grow more prominent, making it hard to

more personal than I had expected, and I glanced down at the back of his head as he stared out over

children running wild and adults drinking and cheering. Yet, he looked lost...

slightly forward, and his hand was clenching and unclenching as it hung

me to know that the loved ones he was worried about hurting included

was still recovering with several other wounded warriors in the infirmary. I knew it was her choice because when I visited, she

on that mountain yet. Agatha

what Joselin had witnessed in those mountains or what it was like to be stabbed, but she was

talk to me?’ I wondered, looking

stared at my guard. I knew he was deciding if Tobias was bothering

in annoyance when Tobias didn't respond. Our conversation already had him saying more than I had expected him to say. Yet, I was still disappointed that

waited for me to be ready for him to come back. I winked with a small smile, and

behind me with his knees on either side of me. I leaned against his stomach, and he wrapped his arms around

was laced in his voice. I knew he didn't like that I wasn't talking to him yet about what was on my

mother to return home. With her here, I would get answers about

even if it had worked out in our favor this time. What

that my mother was okay and had made it to The Sanctum safe. The fact that she was with the man I suspected to be my father would make meeting him easier, or I would be in trouble for sending him after she said she hadn't wanted to see him. She loved him, and based on how

my hair between his fingers. The relaxing and gentle pulling sensation made me look up at him as my head fell back against his shoulder. "No, not yet. It is

long as you would like." His lips pressed against the side of my head

and I felt guilty that

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