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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.

unsteadily, and pulled Maggie’s

back and forth, he clung to her lifeless

he do this to you? Why, Theo? Why out of everyone would you

him and put a hand

pulled away from

from me! Why?” he cried again. He trembled and crumpled forward, heaving as he passed out

the corner, but he needed to be alone. Luther and his wolves, the

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

had no interest in

and decided to take the liberty and move

one of the

I murmured. I shook him

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

back,” I

sent someone to help Demarco and

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

going to need your help, and any other spare hands you can find,” I said

closet down the hall,” one of the

His eyes were open and he was propped up on the pillows. Blood was seeping through his

is…” Warren sighed and shook his head. He groaned suddenly and coughed, blood spewing from his mouth,

easy,” I said. I rushed to his side and rubbed his back. “You’re

t matter anymore,” Warren groaned. He slumped

it matters!” I touched his

shirt off. The wound in his shoulder wasn’t that bad, but it was

over Warren’s forehead to help with the fever. I pulled his covers up

away from his mouth

need days to recover. I wasn’t going to leave his

“Ciana…”

I’ll take care of you,” I said, grabbing his hand and sitting

little again. No blood came up

to. I’ll be

sighed and passed out again in

‘S Maqq•e

lunch.

be awake again, but I wanted

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 took his

know whether me staying there and comforting him would make him feel less depressed and lonely, but