Depths of Darkness

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Chapter 4

Curse to see some would call it a gift, but there was a price to pay for it. I couldn't see my past, having few memories of the night before my twelfth birthday and the memories I did have were of my mother that's why she was so important.

A white large door came into view, the door I had become all too familiar with. Inside was the ghost of my mother and what she had left behind.

Everything about the house reminded me of her, perhaps that's why I hadn't allowed Alaric to sell the house no matter how painful it had been for him to stay. It was beyond selfish but this was my connection to her it made her feel alive like she never truly left. I couldn't bear to leave not even for Alaric.

I moved quickly up the stairway before I could do anything I needed to check on him.

As usually he was in bed I stared at him for a long while. He was pale, too pale and far thinner than I had ever seen him he hadn't been eating properly, no matter how hard I tried he wouldn't budge. His brown hair was now an odd shade caught between grey and white. And I knew when he opened his eyes the same lifeless dull green eyes would stare back at me. But at this very moment he looked at peace the only time he ever was now, no doubt dreaming, always dreaming. It reminded me of a time before my mother had lost her fight. A time of happiness, a time of strength and a time where the direction was clear, now we were both lost. I pulled the comforter up, the cold would only make him worse that he already was.

Alaric Alcaeus once feared, strong and a good leader was now just a man.

A broken man.

The loss of my mother had done that to him, his body stayed in this world but it was like my mother had taken his soul with her. He was no longer capable to lead and many more pack members had left knowing their Alpha was no longer here and would never be again.  We were reduced to smaller numbers than ever before that, it had should have become worrying. But there was no one left to worry it was like with the Luna went the spirit and concern of the pack. I was no longer involved in the business of the beasts, it just didn't matter anymore.

My momma kept me involved and now she wasn't here there was no reason to be. I had given up any involvement with the pack along with my curse. The pack put me in training to master the "gift" although I hadn't gotten very far I did really try for her. Now she was gone and I wouldn't, there was no one left to do it for anymore. It hurt knowing I was breaking a promise I made with her. Believe in your gifts she had said, but how could I? There was nothing left to believe in.

Alaric had given up. He was no longer a leader, incapable of leading and he didn't even care he had lost too much it just didn't matter anymore. He stayed in bed all day too weak to do anything. I had grown up fast after my momma's passing, my mother treated me like a baby but now Alaric needed caring for. He needed to take medication and be fed, his wolf wasn't healing losing not one but two women he had given his heart to, was too much for it and the wolf had now abandoned him. Some say he should have died the first time losing your soul mate, your bounded could drive you mad or kill you, your wolf was unable to cope without its she-wolf, its home. My mother had been his second chance he would often say it wasn't what destiny had originally planned they weren't soul mates but she had been his chosen, she helped him and his wolf heal enough to continue. Before me now lay a man already too weak and becoming weaker. My heart squeezed, it was breaking slowly, painfully just knowing everything I had loved was being torn away and there was nothing I could do to stop it.