Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Several Years Ago

“Samuel, where is the chew toy,” The female calls out, her eyes turning away from the baby in her arms and one asleep in the basket.

A male walks into the room, “Chew toys aren’t good for my two baby girls.”

He takes the little one off her mother’s arms and swings the baby in the air.

“Careful there, she’s sleepy and I need her to go to sleep, not make me cranky.”

The little baby gabbles words her father can’t understand as she waves her hands in the air.

Her father coos at her and kisses her forehead, “Slow down, my coloured viking.”

“Coloured viking, really?” The female moves around the small cabin, picking out baby things, “That’s the best you got?”

He turns to her, his hands holding the baby tightly as he places her on his shoulder and pats her slowly, “I don’t know who is going to inherit my genes, so I am going to call her my coloured viking, you know, because of her dark skin.”

“She inherited my skin colour so that means she will inherit your genes.”

The male looks over to their second little baby asleep in the crib basket, “So she inherited my light skin, she’ll inherit your genes?”

The female shrugs, “Maybe, but I am sure that both of them will make out to be very strong.”

The female walks over to him and takes the child who looks like she’s going to fall asleep any second, “My little Minerva, how fair she will grow,” She turns to the other baby in the crib,” My peaceful Asteria, how kind she will turn out to be and they will always watch each others back. I only hope we will be there to see them.”

“Don’t talk like that, Irish, we will,” The male, Samuel places a warm kiss on Irish’s head and takes the baby from her, he drops her carefully into the crib next to her sister.

Irish looks up at her husband, “We are doing the right thing, right?”

Samuel smiles at her, “I hope we are and I hope they understand that when they are older.”

Irish wraps her hand around the torso and lays her head on his chest, “They will, I will make sure of that.”

“Sure you will. My little fey always makes sure that everything goes her way,” Samuel chuckles and pushes back her hair, revealing her pointed ears.

Irish head moves as the chuckle vibrates through his chest and she laughs with him, “Don’t praise me that much, my big bad wolf. Faeries get too proud and lose sometimes.”

He looks down at her, “You won’t get cocky and you won’t lose.”

Irish eyes sparkles as she looks up at him, “Did you just say cocky?”

“So what if I said it,” He raises an eyebrow at the female in front of him, “There’s nothing bad in that.”

Irish’s nose wrinkles up, “It sounds weird.”

She looks away from him and stares at her children as they start squirming, her eyes widen and she pulls away from the male, “He found us.”

“Shit!” Samuel rushes to grab Minerva and Irish takes Asteria. She waves her fingers and a two baby sized basket appears. It is connected strongly by the side.

They lay both of them in and rush outside, Irish holding the basket close. They follow the back door leading to a stream.

Samuel looks back, “Where is he, I can’t see him.”

“That’s a good thing,” Irish pants as she makes a small boat with her magic.

They hop in and she raises her arms as she moves the boat through the sea with her elemental power, water.

The boat gets in a far distance from the dark figure that looms in the shade. It rushes away, following a different path.

Irish and Samuel hurry into the forest, “I can still sense him and his creatures. We won’t make it this way, Irish.”

He stops and swiftly shifts into a wolf in a blink of an eye. He barks at his wife to get on, and when she does, he speeds away.

In the forest, indistinguishable creatures hurry pass the trees. Samuel hears them and pushes himself faster, if he doesn’t they will all be dead in a second.

An arrow pierces through the air and strikes Samuel’s wolf. He growls out and drops on the floor as he shifts back to his human form.

Irish picks her children up and rushes over to her mate’s naked body, “Samuel get up, we have to go.”

She tries to pull him off the ground, but he falls back.

He shakes his head at her, “You can’t. I’ve been poisoned.”

She watches as he moves his arm from his torso. The area the arrow pierced him is surrounded by thick black vine spreading quickly.

Her bottom lip trembles as she holds his arm, “No, you promised me you would never leave me.”

Her grey eyes closes as droplet of tears flow down, “Please don’t leave me.”

Samuel smiles weakly, “I’m not leaving you, my love. I am saving our children.”

The whooshing sounds of the creatures getting closer reaches their ears and Samuel turns to her, “Please go,” He gives the children one last kiss before he stares back at his wife, “Keep them safe.”

“I will,” She leans in and places a kiss on his lips. They both soak in the feeling of each others lips, they know it might be their last.

She looks down at him once more before she grabs the basket in where her children lies. She doesn’t look back. She can only cry, cry and keep on running as she holds her kids to her chest.

Her footsteps echo in the silence. She is close to the wolf pack, she can feel it.

They both have a measured plan for this, they knew that he would come but they didn’t expect it to be so soon.

She arrives at the border of the pack and drops the basket on the ground, close to the entrance of the pack.

She goes on her knees and pulls out a pocket knife.

Closing her eyes tightly, she cuts herself with a grunt.

Her blood splashes on the ground and she exhales, reaching out to touch her children, “My darlings,” She smiles.

Behind her a shadow looms and she closes her eyes and strikes it while turning backwards with a shout to face the others.

The creature is thrown into the spell created by her blood, it screams inhumanly and withers away in ashes.

The other creatures watches on of their own die and she smiles, “Who is next?”

She takes a small step backwards but before she can walk into the protected area, they rush to her and grab her, trying to dry her away.

Her nails dig into the ground, collecting dirt as she screams for her babies.

Her babies who are asleep, not knowing what is happening.

As they take her away, a shadow looks back at the children. They can’t take the children too, Irish put a barrier spell that they can not pass. The creature walks away, and the forest becomes calm again, no screams, no cries.

The grass sways to the wind as a black wolf emerges out and tilts its head at the basket holding the children.

It waits for any threat and when it sees none, it carries the basket in to its mouth and strolls away.

Deep in the forest, a shadow watches it move but it is too late for it can’t go in to the pack and come out alive.

There are only two sisters left.