Bloody Mate

Chapter Forty - Bewitched Final -

AN: Hi! I know I've been gone for a while, but I'm back with fresh new ideas and news.

1. There are 2-4 chapters left until the end.

2. If this book, and others I plan to write that may or may not correlate with Bloody Mate, get published, would you guys buy it? Honest truth please!

3. Is there anyone that lives in Massachusetts? Specifically, anyone that attends UMASS Amherst like me? I was thinking on having a meetup or something...

4. I will be having a contest coming out soon. The winner will be a character in my next books. More details in the next upcoming chapter.

Before you read, I want to tell you all that I love and appreciate every one of you. If you ever need someone to talk to or to just ask me anything, please feel free to message me, if you follow me on social media, don't be afraid to reach out <3

Happy readings!

Angelo's P.O.V.

For three long weeks, the windows in her bedroom have been my only connection to the outside world. There are two: one that overlooks her back yard and the other is located on the side of the house, but I could still see the people who walk on the sidewalk. I can see why she loves to be around humans. Thinking about their lives, their problems, playing out different scenarios in my head about how they will be greeted when they go home, it is not only entertaining but it also makes me reflect. They move along, trapped in their own heads as I am in mine. Each day draws out so long and thin that I am surprised when the sun finally sets.

I usually stand by the side window, but ever since Maya came in here the other day bringing a small stool with her I sit on that. Maya is different now, quiet and calm, almost as if her soul aged. She can't remember anything from that night, just that Jewels is hurt and is now slowly healing. She has no idea she's a witch, has no idea she killed her brother; she doesn't have the slightest idea that she may be the most powerful creature the werewolf community has ever seen. I've encountered witches several times while growing up and I have never seen what she has done. A witch can't have that much power, especially now since with the death of Michael she has also consumed his. She hugs me before bed every day, sometimes she sits on my lap, my chin resting on her head as she plays with her fingers. And what runs through my mind How can someone so innocent, so oblivious, have the ability to destroy anyone and everything? That's going to be one of the things Jewels and I will talk about when she wakes.

"She'll wake up, Jello. I know she will." She would tell me. I know. Jewels visits me in my dreams. Sometimes it's for a few seconds, other times it seems like if she is with me for hours, just smiling, not saying a word as she lays with me on a patch of grass. And I know it's not a memory from when we went on our first date, where we hunted and enjoyed our meal, later resting on the ground. It's her because when I try to reach out, I can't touch her. She just keeps smiling but there's something different in her eyes and when I try to figure it out, figure her out, I always wake up.

It's nearing night, and I could hear Maya running up the stairs, out of breath as she screams "Jello!" Startled, I turn and walk to the door, opening it right before she slams through it. "Her dreams! She's dreaming, I saw it!"

Jewels is at the pack hospital. That night, Rain called dad the minute she saw me breaking down, thinking Jewels was gone. He came with three pack doctors, and a truck full of helper wolves.

"Angelo listen to me!" He yelled when I growled at anyone who came near Jewels. I had her in my arms and no one was going to take her from me. Rain had Maya in hers, whispering comforting words in her ear. "These people are here to help her." And when he saw that I still wasn't letting her go, he yelled "For the love of the goddess, ANGELO! We need to get her some help, and we need to clean up the bloodbath upstairs." I looked at down at her face, pale and emotionless. She looked so beautiful.