The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 42 Forty Two

Valerie's point of view

As the witches started chanting, I gripped firmly onto Killian's head while he had his hand on Sheila's forehead. My eyes pierced right into the soul of his eyes as I began chanting along with the witches. We were performing a spell that would give Killian access to Sheila's subconscious.

It's been a day now since she's been unconscious and still hasn't woken up. We have tried our very best to ensure her condition remained stable. Her wounds had already been healed. It didn't take long to realize that her unconscious state wasn't from the physical injuries she sustained. This was deeper than that.

Whatever had happened in the cemetery must have affected her in some way. This wasn't from the power of the stone; I could feel it. It was from another source, a stronger source, which happened to be her.

What I felt the night she retrieved the stone could not be mistaken. Every one of the wolves, and even the witches, felt the enormous magical energy that pierced through the whole pack. It was foreign, yet so powerful.

I felt the same magic the night Killian lost control of his demon and went on a rampage. When we arrived at the meadow, Sheila was right there with Killian, and to my surprise, Killian had regained control of his soul. Something did happen that night, and now more than ever, I do believe it had something to do with her.

That's when I started to have doubts about her. From the first day I met her at Luna's coronation, I realized she carried a strong aura, but I felt it was because she was mated to an Alpha, and the first time she stepped foot into my spell room, the door opened for her. That wasn't supposed to happen. It only opens for anyone with magic in their blood, but yet, it opened for her. That's more confusing when every piece of her screams she's a wolf. There's something about her that is a mystery to me. And I need to find out exactly what it is.

My eyes pulled open, glowing brightly. Killian had successfully slipped into her mind. Now all I can do is wait and hope he's able to find her. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

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Sheila's point of view

It was pitch black. I was completely surrounded by darkness. I felt extremely cold. I have been walking in this darkness for what seems like forever. It feels like an endless tunnel. My heartbeat was spiking up as I kept walking. A certain fear crippled my insides. The more I kept walking, the more the air around me turned graver.

Suddenly, without warning, light surrounded me and I began to fall. Around me were images from my memories, floating past me as I kept on walking. As I walked further, it was as if I was walking backward in time to the place I had detested for the longest time, my very own home, the Silver Mist Pack.

I saw memories with my father that I wished I could forget, moments I regretted, and they made me hate my father all the more. I saw my father and then the ruthless way he treated me. Growing up in

the Silver Mist Pack was more than difficult; it was unbearable.

Being hated by my own father was the worst torture of my life. I had no idea why he had so much hate for me. Like my very existence was appalling to him. It was almost as if he wanted me gone, yet at the same time needed me. I was constantly locked up in my room like a child that wasn't wanted and needed to be hidden away.

I kept on walking in the darkness, but the images around me disappeared. I couldn't see anything around me from the time before I was nine. Those were memories I couldn't remember. I always found it strange that I couldn't remember anything before then, but whenever I asked anything, I was severely punished by my father. As I kept moving, I noticed a small light in the distance. It was glowing a bright blue.

A rush of relief flooded my entire being. My lips broke into a smile for the first time since I had been down here. Hopefully, it'll be a way out of this darkness.

At this point, all I wanted was to be out of the darkness. I hated it badly. Even in this horrible state of mind, all I could think about was Killian, and how badly I craved his presence. Despite knowing that I was not the one in his heart, I still craved his warmth.

As I walked into the light, the cold around me quickly changed to a soothing warmth. Everywhere was bright. I looked around and realized I was surrounded by several crystals that had a faint glow of blue. Everyone I peered into held my reflection. I tried to find a way out of here, but the crystals had formed a wall around me.

Fear and panic rose within me when each crystal began to crack around me, and in an instant, loud shattering sounds echoed as the crystals crashed against the ground. The loud sound pierced into my

soul, affecting me.

I collapsed to the ground and my eyes burned brightly as I was pulled away by a force, and my surroundings changed. Everything around me was blurry. I couldn't see clearly, but I found my nine- year-old self running through the woods to a pack house.

It wasn't the Silver Mist Pack, the environment was unfamiliar to me. I saw a woman approach me along with two older boys. I moved closer to them, but I could only see the blurry outline of their figures. When my younger self called her ‘mom’, my whole body became stiff. Was this woman really my mother?

Immediately, my surroundings became dark. The loud sound lingered around me. I pulled my eyes open and my face went pale at the sight before me, or better yet, the person before me.

My gaze pierced right through that of a young girl. She was at a distance. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, and her lips were open, letting out a heartbreaking scream. Tears rushed down her cheeks. She was in pain. And I felt it.

Her body was covered with blood, but it wasn't hers. It belonged to the woman laying lifeless in her small arms. I walked closer to where she was. It took me less than a second to realize that that girl was me. My eyes welled in tears. That was me, but I'm not sure what day it was or who that woman was.

There was a banging pain in my heart like I was supposed to remember that woman. Like remembering her meant a lot to me. Suddenly, the surroundings began to come alive. There was chaos around us. People were dying, wolves fighting in their various forms. Pain and death took dominance, and it made my heart ache all the more.

The loud screams from my nine-year-old self became louder. It caused the air around her to turn wild, swallowing everything in its path. The earth shook violently, tearing up. The night sky turned red, allowing red water to pour from it. As it soaked me, I realized it was blood, and my younger self was quickly surrounded by a vicious-looking beast.

My heart thundered. I wanted to run to her, but the wild tornado swallowed everything around me, returning me to darkness. All that echoed around me was the sound of people dying, and wolves howling. I felt pain writhing through my bones. I needed this pain to end. I needed to escape from this place. I couldn't stand the pain that killed me. Just then, I felt something. A presence.

"Sheila?" I heard in a whisper. It was almost inaudible, but it was calm and soothing. I turned around, but I couldn't see anything in the midst of the darkness.

"Sheila," said the voice once more. I could recognize it now as it echoed in the darkness.

"Killian?" My tear-filled voice echoed in the darkness. I didn't hear the voice again, and for a frightful second, I thought it had abandoned me.

Quickly, a warmth surrounded me. "You have to get out, Sheila. You are stuck in your mind, and you don't belong there."

"I can't. I've tried, but I just can't seem to escape this place," I cried more.

The warmth drew closer, settling inside of me. "Come with me," he said. "I'll help you come out. You just have to focus on my voice,"

"Please, Killian, don't leave me."

"I won't ever leave you. I promise with my life." He whispered, his words calming me, and just like he said, I followed the sound of his voice.

It started to echo, and my surroundings grew hazy, allowing a distinct light to float in. And I felt myself escaping.