Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 160- Selene Confides in Helene

Selene Shadows surround me, downing me in darkness so impenetrable even my supernatural eye site cannot stand against it. Moments ago I could have sworn Helene was standing next to me, talking me through yet another training exercise, but now when I reach for her she’s nowhere to be found. I cannot hear her anymore, and I cannot find even the tiniest sliver of light to help me find my way out of this place.

I’m alone, completely lost in the artificial night I created with my own hands, and a stab of fear slices into me as I realize I’m truly stuck. The obsidian cloud pulses with energy I can feel but not see, and I will the shadows to part, to take shape rather than blinding me.

They don’t budge, instead smothering me in pitch blackness, choking me with it until I’m gasping for air. Panicking, I send out an energy burst, hoping my power will shatter the darkness and return the shadows back to the fringes and hollows where they belong. But my power only feeds the nightmare, and suddenly the gloom transforms, just not in the way

Thoped.

Suddenly I’m ten years old again, locked in Garrick’s basement after losing my mother and wondering if I’ll ever see the outside world again. I’m too afraid to cry out, he always hurts me when I complain or call for help. My body is already covered in bruises, I don’t want any more pain.

Luna? I think weakly, calling to my wolf. Are you there?

She doesn’t answer, and I can feel tears of despair burning in my eyes. She can’t be gone, she’s the only thing I have left – my only friend in the world. Besides, it’s not possible for a wolf to live without their wolf… right?

Wait, my delirious mind thinks weakly, Why does this feel so familiar? Has this happened before?

“Selene!” A voice calls in the distance, sounding miles and miles away. “Luna?” I jerk my head up, hope zinging through my veins.

When the voice sounds again, I realize it’s not my wolf after all. “Come back to me now, Selene.” I know that voice. I just can’t place it. “You’ve gone too deep.”

Helene! I realize suddenly, returning to the present. All at once the details come

flooding back, Garrick’s basement was just a waking nightmare. I’m in Helene’s workshop, practicing my powers. But I didn’t mean to create so much darkness, I just wanted to make a trick of light – and I don’t have the first clue how to find my way back out of this mess.

“I can’t!”I cry, “I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Selene.” She encourages. “You created the

simple!” I insist, “It’s everywhere! It’s

to the shadows Selene, it belongs to you.” Helene guides me firmly. “Take it

to the onyx void, trying with all my might to pull the electrical currents swirling through the air back

mind’s eye, and some of the crushing darkness eases. Luna help me.

thinking about Lila, and the new pup. She advises. They need you. But

because you let your fear take over, but a mother’s love is stronger than

determination into getting home to my daughter and caring for my baby. Little by little, the web of shadows unwinds. Strands thin and break, letting in dappled rays of light

next to me. “Just breathe darling.” She croons, “In and out, slowly. ”I’m still gulping in air like a fish out of water,

speak, I gasp, “I’m sorry.” “What happened?” She

about Bastien, like usual.” I explain shakily. After our first couple of lessons i quickly discovered that being in the right frame of mind

I started thinking about him too

.

promised he’d be back by now… and the more time that passes, the more I think he’s

Helene asks, referring to Drake and the betas. “They

“I share.

afraid he’s

wrong. I’m sure of it. He’d never go this long without checking on us, and if he knew what was going on in the

to their family’s safety. He might not know everything that’s happening here, and if he does, he might still put

is that we’re in danger

Helene abruptly takes my face in her hands, studying me closely. For anyone else her behavior would be considered odd, but I”ve gotten used to the old witch’s quirks. She does this sort of thing so often that it ceases

murmurs after a minute. “He lives, but something is waylaying him. Something… or someone.” She releases me, striding to her shelves. “T’U look into it, but I

how?” I