Cravingz [Editing]

Ch.42(The Awakening)

Ella's Pov 

Flashback

"Ella, Mar, be nice to your sister!" My mother's voice rang out, sharp and urgent, as Timiria scampered toward her, tears glistening in her eyes. I watched them from the corner of the room, my brother Mar beside me, the two of us exchanging knowing glances. It was a familiar scene, one that repeated itself often in our household. Despite our mother's seemingly boundless affection for Timiria, the truth was much more complicated.

Our life in the village was a patchwork of privilege and pretense. We were fortunate compared to many, living in a beautiful home that stood as a testament to our mother's charm and cunning. Mom was a master seducer; she knew how to weave a web of allure that ensnared our father completely. He had come from West Virginia, captivated by her beauty and spirit. In her, he saw not just a partner but a chance at a new life—a life filled with comfort and wealth.

But our mother's rise to the top hadn't come without sacrifices. She had been a poor woman, struggling to feed her two children. Our clothes were often worn and patched, and we barely had shoes on our feet, but she carried herself with a grace that made it seem as if we lacked for nothing. Desperation had driven her to fabricate tales of health and happiness, spinning a narrative that would capture our father's heart. His kindness was her greatest ally, and he embraced us as his own, believing every word she uttered.

Timiria, the youngest, was brought into this world like a precious gem, a tool to solidify our mother's place in our father's heart. As the years passed, the dynamics shifted. While Timiria was showered with affection, Mar and I found ourselves feeling overshadowed, our identities often lost in the shadows of our sister's innocence. I remember watching my mother carefully orchestrate every interaction, her charm wrapping around our father like a warm embrace, while Mar and I stood at the periphery, the onlookers of our own lives.

But beneath the surface of our picture-perfect family lay a darkness that none of us could ignore. Marcus jealousy simmered like a hidden flame, feeding off the insecurities of his sister Timiria. I often wondered how much our mother's manipulations had twisted our relationships. I feared for Timiria, who was blissfully unaware of the chaos that loomed just beneath our carefully constructed facade. The bond between us was fragile, marked by competition and envy, with whispers of a name that had become a ghost haunting our conversations.

As I watched our family unravel, I couldn't shake the feeling that the web of deception woven by our mother would eventually ensnare us all. Mother's ambitions grew alongside Timiria's innocence, and I found myself torn between protecting my sister and acknowledging the danger that lurked around us. The very fabric of our lives was fraying, and I could feel the weight of our legacy pressing down on us.

In those moments, I realized that my family was a tapestry of love and betrayal, woven together by secrets and lies. Timiria, Marcus, and I were all threads in that tapestry, and the knots between us only tightened with each passing day. I had to find a way to untangle the chaos before it consumed us completely.

Flashback ended

Present Day

"It's about time you got here with her," I scolded Chloe as she dropped Ashelyonna's bound form next to the witch and the werewolf. I had hoped that with the girl in our possession, we could bring Stefan here as well. To my surprise, he was already present—with my little sister. She could be infuriating, but at least she had done her part.

"Ella, you're going to regret this," Stefan hissed, advancing toward me with a menacing glare. On cue, Chadwayne began chanting a spell, and Stefan crumpled to his knees, immobilized.