My Fated Mate Can Have Her Chapter 3: Awakening

Violet

The other wolves retreated, but the leader leapt forward as he noticed the opportunity.

I threw up a hand, and a glowing barrier of shimring silver energy appeared in front of . He slamd into it and recoiled. I coughed up blood. The barrier flickered. It was unstable.

I collapsed to the ground, but I still had my hands raised.

Blood dripped from the leader’s muzzle as he snarled. "I don’t know what you are, but you are still dying."

He was right.

I could feel it. A strange numbing feeling seeped into . I was starting to feel cold. Very cold. And my heartbeat throbbed sluggishly in my chest.

I didn’t have much ti.

’No... I can’t just die like this.’

The other wolves circled . I spun around, trying to summon more power. The force sent two wolves tumbling back. But they got up almost imdiately. Slightly wounded.

The leader seized that opening.

I was too slow.

His claws tore through my stomach.

Blood poured from the gash and I scread, clutching my stomach as I fell on my side.

No. No.

Not like this.

They slowly drew closer and I scread, forcing the power through one last ti. I poured everything I had left into it. I would not let them do this to !

The wolves were flung back with a sharp heavy force. The leader hit a tree so hard, it cracked. And he slumped to the ground. I did not know where the other wolves landed, but I could no longer hear their movents.

My breathing ca out shallow, and painful. I could feel the blood slipping through my fingers. My eyes watered.

I was dying.

But what was that? How did I have such power? I had killed so of them. I had commanded them to stop with my voice too.

How had I been able to even do this?

My vision was slowly getting fainter and darker.

If... If I’d had this power earlier... If I had known... I wouldn’t have been treated so horribly in the pack.

But it was too late.

My thoughts drifted to Damon. To Elena. To the pack that had cast aside like garbage. And to the family that had stripped my na and rejected .

It was unfair. So unfair.

My consciousness started to slip, and I silently pleaded to whatever could hear .

’If only I could do it all again...’

Just one more chance.

It all went dark.

And then there was nothing.

No pain. No cold. No forest.

Just... darkness.

Endless, suffocating darkness that I found myself floating in it.

’I don’t understand. Is this death?’

A voice tore through the dark void. It was soft, but loud and sharp at the sa ti. It scared , but felt like such a warm embrace at the sa ti.

"Child of Moon and Sun... Your ti has not ended."

Brilliant light exploded around .

"Wake up."

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My eyes flew open, and I bolted upright, touching my stomach. I wasn’t bleeding. I didn’t feel any pain, and there was no wound.

I suddenly realized where I was.

I was in my room. In my small, familiar bed that was in my cramped little house.

’Wait. What?’

My pulse quickened and I looked around, unable to believe what I was looking at. The sa mud walls. The tattered curtains. The worn out blanket. Everything was as I rembered.

"What is happening?"

I touched my stomach again. Not convinced. I lifted open my top to properly inspect it. There was no wound.

I noticed the pile of clothes on the floor in the corner of the room. I went stiff. I had brought them out to choose an outfit for the ceremony that turned into my rejection.

This was that day.

"No," I breathed. "That’s... impossible."

I rushed to one of the curtains and slowly parted it. It was day break. And there was a strange familiarity in the air. I knew what today was.

But how...?

I had just... died.

I ran my fingers over the smooth skin of my stomach. It had been real. I knew it had. I could still feel the claws tearing into . I could also still taste the blood in my mouth.

But I was alive, and in the past.

I suddenly rembered that voice. That strange voice.

"I ca back," My voice trembled as I backed away from the curtain. "I ca back."

I moved my trembling legs and walked to the small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall. My reflection stared back at . My wavy dark hair was wild and unkept, and my eyes were wide-eyed. The sa grey shade.

I really was alive.

Within a split second, my eyes flashed silver, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Shock rooted in place.

That power... It was there! I could feel it!

I clenched my fists, staring into the mirror. He was going to regret it. This ti, I wouldn’t die.