Decisions

The cold air hit my face and felt like a knife going over my cheeks. I inhaled the deep breath of the cold and let the piercing cold into my lungs. The coldness of the mountain air and the weather outside hurt my insides but it also let me know I was still alive, still breathing whether I wanted to or not. It still felt better than the hollow pain inside that ached throughout my body every day. I listened to the noises of the mountain now and heard the howling of coyotes, wolves far away, and the night silencing the cackling laughter I kept hearing in my sleep. I looked up to the moon as it continued to grow each and every day and prayed to the moon goddess that this pain would be silenced even just a little. I stared into her glow and felt her light shin down on me but still the pain, the numbness, and the vision of watching my mate kiss the woman who had taken every piece of me that was left then heard her cackling after like the witch she is. Weeks had gone by and still nothin

The Mountains

Kellina's POVThe mountain had never frightened me before.It should have.Its jagged cliffs reached into the gray sky like the claws of some ancient beast waiting to drag unsuspecting wolves into its mouth. Fog wrapped itself around the rocky peaks, swallowing entire sections until they disappeared from sight. Even after almost two years, I had avoided climbing it.Today felt different.My dream would not leave me alone.I had seen Rogan standing there.Not clearly.Just enough to know he had been looking toward me.His hand had reached forward before crimson mist swallowed him whole.I couldn't shake the feeling that it hadn't simply been another dream.It had felt...Real."So," Gorm said, stretching his arms behind his head as though we were simply taking a pleasant afternoon stroll. "We're climbing the creepy death mountain."I glanced sideways at him."You don't have to come."He snorted."And let you wander into whatever fresh disaster you've managed to attract today?"I rolled

The Choice

I stopped walking.The mountain towered behind us, disappearing into the evening mist. Every instinct inside me begged me to turn around, to climb back to the place where I'd seen her, where I'd seen the city hidden beneath the stone. But I couldn't.If I looked back, I wasn't sure I would ever find the strength to leave.For several minutes neither Gorm nor I spoke. The only sound was the wind weaving through the pine trees and the crunch of our boots against loose rock.Finally, I broke the silence."I know what I'm going to do."Gorm looked at me, waiting."The vision..." I whispered. "It wasn't just a vision. It felt real. The city... it was alive somehow. Not with people exactly, but with purpose. It felt like it was waiting for someone."I could still see the towering stone gates, the glowing crystals, and the woman with eyes so much like my own."The First Priestess said the gate would open when my mate remembered."The words echoed through my mind over and over again."For alm

The Weighted Truth

The moon had climbed high enough to silver the mountain paths by the time Gorm reached the abandoned watchtower.I was already there waiting for him.Both hands rested against the weathered stone wall as I stared across the valley toward the distant lights of the Mystic Moon Pack. From this height the pack house looked peaceful, almost untouched by the grief that had settled over it.The grief I had unknowingly helped create.Gorm knew better."So," he said quietly as he approached. "You asked to see me."I didn't turn immediately."I remember."The words were almost stolen by the wind.Gorm stopped walking."Everything?"I nodded."Everything."Finally, I turned to face him.His expression changed the instant he looked into my eyes. The confusion that had haunted me for months was gone.What remained was something much worse.Guilt."I remember Kellina."A smile flickered across my face before disappearing just as quickly."I remember the first time she challenged me.""The first tim

All Chapters of The Crimson Priestess (Book Two) : Chapter 61 - Chapter 64

Decisions

The Mountains

The Choice

The Weighted Truth