Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 269

Sienna:

Lysandra had been sleeping more, but never peacefully. But at least she was allowing herself to get some rest. At least she was allowing herself to understand that she was safe to some extent.

Her body shifted under the covers, face tight like she was chasing something in a dream she couldn’t wake from. I was perched on the edge of the chair near the window, watching the breeze tug at the curtain. Something in the air felt… strained. Everyone around you could feel it, though no one had the voice to say it. It was scary, and it wasn’t lightly taken, but we knew that we needed to stay strong. Otherwise, they were just going to drag us down and that was not something that we were going to allow.

Delilah stood at the bedside. Still. Too still. She has been throughout the whole day. She was refusing to speak about Ethan, but I knew that she was upset about what happened between them.

“You’ve been quiet throughout the whole day. You’re not saying anything, you’re barely eating anything.” I said softly. “You know that you can talk regardless of what you’re going to tell me, I can tell you that you can talk to me. Allow me in.”

“If you’re referring to Ethan, then this has nothing to do with him.”

“Then what’s going on? You’ve been jumping all day. Then quiet. The next you just keep up preserving. And then you go quiet again. What’s going on?” I asked, turning my attention completely to her.

Delilah didn’t look at me. Her arms were crossed over her chest, knuckles white.

“I don’t know,” she muttered. “Just… a feeling. Like someone’s watching. Breathing down the back of my neck. It’s as if they’re close, but I don’t know where they are or who they are at all. All I know is that they are around.”

I swallowed hard. I hadn’t wanted to say anything, but I’d felt it too. Everyone around felt it. Rumors kept spreading around. Everyone was whispering, but no one was daring to voice it out.

The room dimmed slightly, though the candles hadn’t gone out. We had refused to turn on any lights. We wanted Lysandra to get enough rest and we knew that lights might stop her from doing so. The flame flickered, not from wind, but from pressure. The kind that presses into your ears. The kind you feel in your gut before your brain catches up.

There was a sudden gust of wind around both. Delilah and I tensed as we looked at one another.

And then… mist.

It started at the floorboards. Silent. Slow.

But it was growing.

Thick like it had purpose.

Cold, like it had more energy to show, to consume, to throw at us.

I stood, slowly, eyes locked on the pale fog slithering toward Lysandra’s bed. Delilah didn’t move, frozen. Just watched in silence. I glared at it. Both our hearts raced, but neither one of us said a word. I knew that if we called for anyone to help, it could end up getting them hurt.

A shape emerged.

A woman.

Not solid.

Not entirely spirit.

She stood, her arms crossed over her chest for a moment as she stared about.

A shimmer of black silk and long silver hair. She looked no older than her thirties, but there was an ancient sharpness in her expression. Regal. Dangerous. Cold. Angry. Vile. And with no emotions.

She walked forward, oblivious to us, her shoes making no sound. A small smile formed on her lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes. The woman just seemed to be called to everything that was around. She moved with this one purpose.

She turned her attention to us for a moment, a small smile forming on her lips, before she looked at Lysandra once more.

Delilah’s lips parted. “Who…?”

I couldn’t answer. The air had been knocked out of me.

I was completely frozen. I did not understand what was going on. All I knew was that I was scared and that my wolf whimpered, begging me to leave, begging me to stop. Whatever this is, not to engage with it.

The woman sat beside Lysandra, fingers brushing gently across her temple. She leaned in and whispered something, too soft to hear.

To Delilah again.

Then she backed up one step.

Another.

“No, wait…” Delilah said, trying to take a step forward. But she was stopped by what looked like a barrier.

Her form began to unravel at the edges, mist uncoiling, light bending away.

And then she was gone.

No sound.

No words.

Just absence.

Everything around us stilled for a moment too long. Everything seemed to get back to the way it was like Sandra was staring blankly, her heart racing, the monitor that was attached to her frantically beating.

I turned to Delilah. She looked like she was going to fall.

“That was her,” she whispered, almost to herself. “That was our mother…”

My throat was dry. “What…?”

“The woman that just stood in front of us… that is our mother.”