Born to be Wild

The Icy Heart

Addison's POV

"Angels?" Addison almost laughed. "You...we can't be angels."

"Not the way you think of it." The man said. "We are Guardians. You silly humans think you see wings and call us angels. No. We guard. We watch. We protect."

"Guard against what exactly?" Addison asked.

"We make sure that the intelligent species of the world and beyond the world, live together peacefully."

"Well, hate to break it to you, but, you've failed." Addison said laughing again.

"Not total peace. Just enough so that species don't kill each other. Wipe each other out."

"I don't believe you."

"Silly human." He said and put his hands on the two armrests of the chair so they were eye to eye. "You think that moonstone just survived that bomb? Who do you think send that moonstone and the one after it?"

"You did?" Addison asked. The man stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Of course. Your world would collapse if we didn't protect it."

"So where are we?" Addison asked. "In a palace in the clouds?" He didn't answer.

"One of our young thinks you are one of us." He said. "So we have to test you. You will fail. Horribly. You are nothing but a human." He sighed. "But we must."

He waved his hand in the air and the bonds holding Addison down disappeared. She stood up immediately. Her body felt numb and her hands were white but she was free.

"Follow." He said. The man stroked the ice and part of it blinked like an illusion than stopped.  He walked through the ice. Addison followed a little hesitantly.

She closed her eyes just as he was about to hit the ice but it the wall never came. She opened her eyes and found herself in a hallway.

The entire hallways was green ice. The floors had carpet that was dark blue, it was thin and long, not covering the whole of the floor. The carpet had symbols looping around the edges if the carpet in a lighter blue.

The man sighed again - he seemed to like to sigh- and walked down the hallway.

The walls had no doors. The walls were carved in three lines going horizontal slowly curving up and and down.   Suddenly the lines lit up in blue, purple and green.  Pulses chased each other down the hall. 

The man looked at the lights and quickened his pace. Addison was amazed such a place existed. Angels existed.

Willa's POV

"Father?"

Willa looked up to see Father standing in the doorway.

"I thought I lost you." He said. He came closer. "I'm sorry. When your Mother died...part of me died too. I didn't know how to raise you by myself. I didn't...I don't know how to...I just couldn't bear if one of you died." The cave was silent.

"Please forgive me." Father said, looking at his hands. "I know we all miss your Mother. But she's proud of you. I'm proud of you two. Alpha and beta. And at your young ages."

"I'm sorry Willa, if you don't agree with my decisions but I want you to be safe. You will be alpha one day. You're too good of a wolf for the Elders to overlook you."

"And Wyatt. I'm sorry if I ever told you you weren't enough. You are loyal and kind. You were a wonderful Beta and I'm sure you'll be one again. It was hard to see but your strengths are different than mine and Willa's. And now I respect that."

" You both remind me of your Mother in separate ways. Being around you is painful. I thought I made the right decision when I pushed you away. But I realize that did not help me and it was not the right decision for you. You don't have to forgive me, but know I regret pushing my wonderful children away."

Wyatt smiled and opened his mouth as if to say something.  He bent, with his hands on his neckless as if he had been punched in the stomach. He coughed violently. His moonstone burned against his skin.

Willa and Wayne rushed forward to help him. "I'll go charge his moonstone." Father said. He whipped the burning neckless off his son and ran out.

Willa sat on the floor with Wyatt. Wyatt was laying on the cold hard ground. He had passed out as soon as his neckless was off. His tired body, doing all that it could to keep him alive.

Willa looked anxiously at the doorway begging her Father to run through the door.

"W..iilla." Wyatt said softly. His bagged eyes opening. His breathing became faster and shallow. "I..c..can't do...this. No...m...ore...s..s..sickness." He said slowly.

"Wyatt we won't let you suffer. Father's coming with the neckless." Willa said. Tears built up in her eyes.

"T..tell Father...I...forgive...h..him."

"No." Willa said with tears streaming down her face.

"Tell A...Addison...s..she's a..always been p..part of...a...a...a family....Ours." He took a deep breath, and didn't let it out.

"No!" Willa said. She sat up on her legs. "Wyatt!" She took off her neckless and put it in his hand, closing his hand around it.

Suddenly he rose up, his body hanging in midair, white light shining from nowhere. Willa's neckless fell out of his hands as his whole body relaxed.

Then a huge blast of white light and wind slammed Willa against the wall and she closed her eyes.

Blood. The salty taste flooded her senses. She could taste it, she could feel it, she could smell it.

She opened her eyes to see Wyatt gone. Tears ran down her face. Then she closed her eyes again. Life wasn't worth living.

Wyatt was dead.