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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.

He sat up, unsteadily, and pulled

clung to her lifeless form, sobbing as tears dripped from his cheeks onto

Why, Theo? Why out of everyone would you kill Maggie?”

him and put a hand on his

Whimpered and pulled away

gone. My sister is gone. Theo took her from me! Why?” he cried again. He trembled

alone. Luther and his wolves,

knife wound in his shoulder. I needed to get him somewhere safe to rest and heal. “Alpha Demarco, Prince Warren needs some rest, do you think

With Luther and Theo gone, Demarco had no interest in

sighed and decided to take the liberty and move

of

Warren,” I murmured. I shook him

stumbled along as I supported him all the

right back,” I

I sent someone to

plenty of servants and maids working there. I found some maids in one of the mansion hallways. They didn’t seem to know

for Prince Warren. Alpha Demarco is still in the theater where we put on the play. He’s going to need your help, and any other spare hands you can find,” I said with enough authority to get

down the hall,” one

through his shirt at his shoulder. I wished he hadn’t pulled the dagger out. There seemed to be a lot of blood for the size of the

his head. He groaned suddenly

to his side and

doesn’ t matter anymore,” Warren groaned. He slumped down on the bed and

course, it matters!” I touched his

pair of scissors and cut his bloody shirt off. The wound in

got a cool washcloth from the bathroom and draped it over Warren’s forehead to help with the fever. I pulled his covers up as far as I could without covering the wound and tucked them in around

his mouth and found a

injury and his grief, Warren would need days to recover. I wasn’t

“Ciana…”

grabbing his hand and sitting on

again. No

don’t need to.

passed out again in his

‘S Maqq•e

a warm lunch.

awake again, but I wanted to make sure

how depressed he was. Maggie was his twin, so they had to be close. Still, I’d never seen Warren like this. Shaking my head, I sat next to him again and

comforting him would