The Story of Obsidian

Chapter 1: Home

 "For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home."

~Stephanie Perkins

        The wind howled restlessly, blowing through the trees, and rustling the leaves. In the distance, a man chopped wood, his gold eyes looking misty, as he continued to chop. Chop, chop, chop. An endless repetition which drove him wild, distracting him from the real problem at hand. His wife was having a child, a son, the witches had predicted. Was he ready to become a father? What if his child didn't love him? What if his child wasn't strong enough to lead a pack? He sighed and picked up his chopped firewood. The day ahead of him was a long one, his wife is expected to give birth any day now and he must always expect the unexpected. He headed toward his house, wood in hand, he walked steadily toward his cabin. He sniffed the air, a storm was coming, which was unexpected since they had just had one yesterday. The scent of oak and pine trees filled the air of his cabin as he entered his cabin. He placed the wood in the fire, and took a seat in his favorite wooden rocking chair one of the pack members had given him. He sighed and relaxed.

        "Edward, did you bring in the firewood?" Katie, his wife asked him. Edward nodded and looked at his wife's stomach. Any day now he would have a child.

        "Are you alright, Edward?" Katie asked concerned. Edward sighed,

        "I don't know Katie. What if our child doesn't love us? What if he is like some of the other werewolves on Lux who believes our shift is a curse not a gift?"

        Katie laughed at her silly husband. Here he was a powerful alpha werewolf worried about the child more than the pack, for once.

        "The child will love you, Edward." Katie smiled at her darling Edward. If only he knew. If he knew, then she would be dead, her, the child, and her lover. Her mouth hardened, he will never know. It was a mistake, a sinful mistake, one she would never repeat. Then again, that's what she told herself last time. Edward could never know that he wasn't the father of the child, she would tell him, eventually, because he deserved the truth. Pain swallowed her up, he didn't deserve this. She thought of her baby, already knowing it was going to be a son. Her unborn baby deserved a perfect family, but then again, isn't that what all babies deserve? Isn't that what all people deserve? Happiness?She bit her lip and looked up at Edward. Oh he didn't suspect, he was too trusting, a wonderful-, but horrible quality about him. She pushed her emotions deep into the darkest place she could think of. She smiled at Edward, trying not to cringe as he smiled back, twice as delighted. Oh sweet unsuspecting Edward.

        "What will we name him or her?" Edward asked thoughtfully, trying to conjure up names.

        "We will name him, Jace." Katie added. Edward's eyes widened. He always wanted a son.

        "Him?" Edward said incredulously.

        "I asked the witches this morning, they said it was going to be a boy. And they're never wrong." Katie added grinning at him, even though she felt sick. She was going to name her boy Jace, she had already decided. His name meant a healing, and that's exactly what her boy was destined for. To heal. Heal this family, who know's maybe he will save the world. Katie smiled harder at the thought, a real smile. 

        "Jace Monroe." Edward said, tasting the sound of it on his tongue. He smiled again, something he couldn't seem to stop doing every-time he was around Katie. "I like it." Katie suddenly frowned, and screamed out in pain. She clutched at her stomach. "Get the pack healers, Edward. Now!" Edward quickly mind-linked them, hurrying them over. 

        "Katie what's wrong?" Edward said concerned and worried.

        "The baby. It's coming." Katie moaned as she suddenly fell to the floor.

        "Katie!" Edward yelled out, using his werewolf speed he caught her before she hit the floor. The pack healers entered the room suddenly and they pushed Edward away as they placed her on the bed in the bedroom. Edward was silent as he ran a hand over his golden-sun-like hair. Oh his dear Katie, would she be alright? "Alpha." One of the healers came to him and in a humble voice spoke, "There's nothing we can do for her. The fates say she must die, but we can still save your son. Either she dies now and your son lives or she will die later with your son." Edward stood back. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening to him, he can't lose her. She was his soul mate, and werewolves unlike angels and other creatures that can have multiple soul mates. Werewolves have only one. She is my one. "Let me see her." Edward said hoarsely, and moving as the healers parted letting their Alpha through.

        "Katie." He said softly, as if speaking too loud will make him lose her. She gave him a weak smile. How could happen? Just a second ago she was fine and wonderful. Now she's pale and Edward sensed she was closed to death. "Rip him out. Edward. I want to see my son." She said desperately. Edward realized he had no choice, he growled at his helplessness. He looked at the healers, "Do it. This is my wife's last wish. Make it happen." He turned away. He heard the breaking of his heart as he heard his wife scream as one of the healers clawed her stomach open and tore the baby open.  The baby cried out, full of life. Edward glanced at his wife she had a guilty expression on her face, she turned to him and spoke her final words. "I'm sorry." Edward looked at the baby boy in the healer's hands. He immediately knew it wasn't his.