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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, and pulled

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

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

behind him and

and pulled away from

from me! Why?” he cried again.

looked around. Demarco was still 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

and heal. “Alpha Demarco, Prince Warren needs some rest, do you think I can use one of your

and Theo gone, Demarco had no interest in Warren or myself. He was still staring at Maggie, barely blinking once in

decided to take the liberty and move

one of the guest

on, Warren,” I murmured. I shook him a

arm and he stumbled along as I supported him all the way back to his room. I got him into bed

I’ll be right back,”

someone to help

there were plenty of servants and maids working there. I found some maids in one of the mansion hallways. They

put on the play. He’s going to need your help,

closet down the hall,” one of the maids said, pointing

the pillows. Blood was seeping through his shirt at his shoulder. I wished he hadn’t pulled the dagger out. There seemed

groaned suddenly and coughed, blood spewing

said. I rushed to his side and rubbed

He slumped down on the bed and

matters!” I touched his forehead. He was

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

fever. I pulled his covers up as far as I could

away from his mouth and

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

“Ciana…”

Warren. I’ll take care of you,” I said, grabbing his

little again. No blood came up

don’t need to. I’ll

out again in his

‘S Maqq•e

a warm lunch. I made a mental

he’d be awake again, but I wanted to make

so they had to be close. Still, I’d

oneself. I didn’t know whether me staying there and comforting him would make him feel less depressed and lonely, but that was