Powerful as ever- The Moon Goddess Daughter. Very slow updates

Nothing will be the same

Shane:

Cynthia slowly got up. Her eyes were swollen, dark bags circled them. She obviously hadn't been sleeping. That was the painful fact. My princess was in constant fear. Trauma. Constantly reliving the moment. I couldnt help her in any way.  Looking at my beautiful mate, falling apart was one of the hardest things. She still had a gleam in her eye, but I could see all the hidden fears, feel her pain, see her terror,

A tear fell down my cheek. Cynthia, observant as always wiped the stray tear off of my cheek. I stroked her face as a tears started to poor from her eyes.

"Princess..." I whimpered. Seeing her cry was one of the worst things I could ever think of. 

She looked up at me her eyes searching over my face.

"Shane... I... I want my life back." She cried.

"Baby we will. We will have a normal life. I promise you that."

*********************Time skip about 3 years******************

Cynthia:

I looked at the iv drip that was once again attached to my arm. I had had another episode. I could feel the sharp pain of the claws that had extended into my stomach. I looked at my children who had rang Shane when I started to scream.

I would never have wanted my children to witness me in this state but It was a regular routine with them now. Yes the episodes were getting less and less frequent but my children, Tana mostly, had witnessed it all. The first time it happened I didnt know who she was. I swung at her and broke her arm thinking it was one of the rogues.  Despite this she still managed to phone Shane for help and get some of the pack members to take me to the pack hospital.

I was a shattered piece glass. The glass constantly making wounds deeper. Making them so deep that I would never be able to stitch them up again. Tana was a big help. She was the one keeping the family together to be truthful. She had been looking after the twins for me. Shane was doing twice the amount of pack work, as I was never up to it. When he was home he would always sleep, leaving me to relieve the awful moment. Apparently the trauma is supposed to fade over time but so far it hasn't faded at all. Just got worse every time.

My mother assured me that everything was going to be fine. She just didn't tell me the price I would pay to be back on earth with my family. I knew that everything would be different.