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Chapter 95: Farewell, Dear Maggie

• Ciana*

I stared at the empty spot where Theo had been standing seconds before. He’ d been like a zombie, so distant and dazed. I’d never seen him like that… almost like he was scared.

Theo was the Dark Prince, he didn’t get scared! Did he? Had he even heard me shouting his name?

‘Luther!” a new voice shouted.

Some of Luther’s men ran to the stage. I recognized them from when I stayed at his mansion. Thankfully, they didn’ t even look my way. They just helped Luther to his feet.

“Won’ t be long now,” Luther chuckled as his wolves helped him off the stage. “Soon, even Sebastian will find that monster too destructive to keep, then it’ Il be our time to strike.”

My heart quivered. Would Sebastian turn on his own son?

“Maggie, my dear, sweet love,” Demarco crooned.

I watched as he kneeled beside her. Tears continued to streak his face and he sobbed. He kept rocking her, like he was hoping that she could hear him and open her eyes magically, but she didn’t respond.

“Maggie… my love,” he sobbed.

Suddenly, he threw his head back and let out a long, grief

stricken roar. His body shook and in the blink of an eye, he shifted, his roar becoming a long, mournful howl.

I imagined he was too devastated. He’d risked everything to try and save her.

It was all for nothing.

Again and again, Demarco howled, sitting awkwardly with his broken leg out to the side. He sniffed Maggie and whimpered, even nosed her gently. But after he touched her once, he scurried into a corner, whimpering with his tail tucked be tween his legs.

l’ d never seen a wolf lose their mate before. My heart screamed in my chest and tears wet my eyes, just from seeing Demarco’s reaction. I knew he was working with Luther and he’d betrayed us, but the loss he was feeling… It was overwhelming.

My mind drifted to Theo… I refused to believe that Theo would choose to kill Maggie on purpose. Knowing him, even if they weren’t close, he wouldn’t go after his own family like that, would he?

He wasn’t the most in touch with his emotions, and I knew he could be ruthless. I’d seen it. But he’d always acted in selfdefense, or in defense of me and others.

Was he really so far gone that he’d kill his own half-sister?

No! I didn’t think that.

Looking around at Demarco in the corner and Warren, Who dragged himself with his good arm over to Maggie, I knew it wasn’t the right time to defend Theo. Neither Warren nor Demarco would want to hear it.

up, unsteadily,

clung to her lifeless form, sobbing

out of everyone would you kill Maggie?” Warren

up behind him and put a hand

pulled

he cried again. He trembled and crumpled

in the corner, but he needed to be alone. Luther and his wolves, the ones that had survived, were all gone. There was nothing left but

shoulder. I needed to get him somewhere safe to rest and heal. “Alpha Demarco, Prince Warren needs some rest,

no reaction from Demarco. With Luther and Theo gone, Demarco had no interest in

sighed and decided to take

one of

I murmured. I shook him a

for me to get my shoulder under his arm and he stumbled along as I supported him all the way back

back,”

Warren settled, I sent someone to help

was huge and there were plenty of servants and maids working there. I found some maids

Alpha Demarco is still in the theater where we put on the play. He’s going to need your

hall,” one

I needed and went back to Warren’s room. His eyes were open and he was propped up on the pillows. Blood was seeping through his shirt

shook his head. He groaned suddenly and coughed, blood spewing from his mouth,

rushed to his side and rubbed his back. “You’re okay. Let me

groaned. He slumped down on the bed and

matters!” I touched his forehead. He

a pair of scissors and cut his bloody shirt off. The wound in his shoulder wasn’t that bad, but it was bleeding a lot and

I pulled his covers up

I wiped the blood away from his mouth and found a

injury and his grief, Warren would need days to

“Ciana…”

said, grabbing his hand

little again. No blood came up this

need to. I’ll

out again in his

‘S Maqq•e

a warm lunch. I made a

but I wanted

so they had to be close. Still, I’d never seen Warren like this. Shaking my head, I sat next to him again and

there and comforting him would make him feel less depressed and lonely, but that was the least I could