The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 98

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 98

Ninety-Eight: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

I could hear Her melodic voice on repeat, telling me to let go. She wanted me to lose control, control I had tried so hard to maintain. But she had been right.

I had lost control. I had let my emotions rule my magic, and now thousands were dead. It didn’t bother me that they were. They needed to die to save the lives of my people. I would do it again in a heartbeat if I needed to.

But that was the problem. That was what I was scared of. What if I accidentally did it again?

How many of my own people would die because I got too angry, too scared, or too sad?

I wanted to celebrate with my pack as the city was alive with excitement. Bonfires were lit throughout the city, and people ate and drank to their hearts’ content.

What we had anticipated being a long and drawn-out war, had ended in a matter of hours. We had lost so few that while they would be mourned and missed, the joy of so many returning home was something to celebrate.

Yet, I had difficulty enjoying myself when I felt like a ticking time bomb. I was too exhausted to think it would happen tonight, but what about tomorrow or next week?

My hands gripped the cold stone as I sat on the front steps of the castle, watching as Killian laughed and cheered with a drink in his hands. I had never seen him so carefree. It took almost an hour of me encouraging him to enjoy himself before he agreed to one celebratory drink.

He would be back at my side in a few minutes once his drink was gone, caring for me.

He understood that I needed a minute alone, and he respected that. Still, his eyes never strayed from me for more than a few minutes as he watched me with concern.

voice came through the pack link, startling

to my left as Tobias moved to sit on the step below me, close enough to reach out and touch him if I wanted to but far enough away that I still felt like I had the

Killing someone?’ I asked before biting my tongue as I felt the lump in my throat grow more prominent, making it hard to

admission felt more personal

lines of bonfires through the streets, with children running wild and adults drinking and

slightly forward, and his hand was clenching and unclenching as it hung over the front

have to vocalize it for me to know that the loved ones he was worried about hurting included

knew it was her choice because

knew what had happened on that mountain yet. Agatha had been lost to her injuries and

mountains or what it was like to be stabbed, but she was

did you wait so long to talk to me?’ I wondered,

eyebrows pinched together as he stared at my guard. I knew he was deciding if Tobias was bothering me. But I smiled as Killian looked at me for reassurance that I

didn’t respond. Our conversation already had him saying more than I had expected him to say. Yet, I was still disappointed that

sip of his drink, raising one eyebrow at me again as he impatiently waited for me to be ready

with his knees on either side of me. I leaned against his stomach, and he wrapped his arms around me as

to talk about it?’ Killian asked quietly, but I shook my head right away. “Would you like to go back to our room and sleep?’ Concern was laced in his voice. I knew he didn’t like that I wasn’t talking to him

I would get answers about my father,

never wanted to lose control again, even if it had worked out in our favor this time. What if the

was with the man I suspected to be my father would make meeting him easier, or I would be in trouble for sending him after she said she

his fingers. The relaxing and gentle pulling sensation made me look up at

against the side of my head before we both looked back

I felt guilty that he was here and not with the

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