The Blood Moon Twins
Chapter 52

LUNA

ADIRA

I stood several feet away from Remy's bed and watched as her stomach glowed, fading in and out like a slowly flashing light. I knew what this meant, but I didn't understand why it was happening now. The suppression spell should have been subduing her magic, but it was clear that it was fighting to break free.

I still remembered when I first discovered I had magic and how strange that glow was for me. The magic was always inside of me, but it had hidden away because that side of me repressed itself to protect me. I hated hiding Remy's magic away from her like that. She tried so hard in her lessons with Ginger and myself. I could see her determination turn to frustration, especially with Caulder standing next to her, excelling in every way. It made it difficult to keep up with her training myself.

I hated seeing her struggle, knowing it was my fault. I took her magic away from her, leaving her with mere remnants of what she could do. I did it to protect her, but it still felt wrong. All of these secrets I was keeping from my little girl ate away at me. She was no longer a little girl, and she deserved to know the truth.

Maybe if she had her full power, she would have been able to protect herself from that creature. The deal I had made with Winslow all of those years ago seemed like such a stupid choice looking back at it now. I was young and scared for my children. I had finally found peace with my family, only for my daughter to be threatened when she was only a year old. It wasn't fair, and I knew Remy knew there was something going on behind her back.

She was pulling away from me. She was keeping her own secrets and barely spoke to me. She used to tell me everything, but she was no longer that little girl. She was a young woman who threw herself in front of a dangerous creature to save her brother, and now she was lying unconscious in front of me, fighting to let her magic break free, fighting to wake up.

I grabbed a wet washcloth and dabbed her sweating forehead. Her body was fighting hard, and I didn't know how to help her. I had already tried healing her again, but it was no use. Her body was perfectly healthy. Whatever was happening was happening in her head, and that wasn't something I could heal with magic.

"Any changes?" Rie asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I looked back at her and shook my head. I hadn't heard her enter the room, but that wasn't unusual for me these past few days. I was too caught up in figuring out how to fix everything that basic things were slipping past me.

"Scythe just contacted me. He's in the city, and he's looking for the base of the vampires. He's being safe with his team, and they don't plan to make contact with the vampires. We should have more information in the next couple of days which will help us plan the attack," Rie said.

Rie had stepped up and helped with several of my luna duties as well as some of the alpha duties. She and Scythe were the best betas I had ever known, and I was grateful to them in a time like this. It was difficult to focus on my own duties when my daughter was in a coma.

"Thank you," I said with a fake smile. I was exhausted and worn out, and it had been days since I had genuinely smiled.

"I remember when you used to glow like that," Rie said, watching the pulsing light coming from Remy. "I still remember how weird it was to see something like that. You were the first sorcerer I had ever met, and magic was still a foreign concept to me." "It was a foreign concept to me at the time too," I added.

"It looks like Remy is just a late bloomer like you. If this is any indication of her magical abilities, it won't be long before she soars with her powers." Rie squeezed my shoulder for reassurance.

I nodded in agreement. Rie didn't know the truth about Remy's powers. Most people didn't know the truth, even our most trusted advisors and friends. It was a decision Mark and I had made together, and it was a burden we decided to bear on our own. We knew we could have been making a mistake, but it was the best option we saw to protect our daughter at the time.

Now, I was wondering if the smart decision was to give Remy her powers back. It would make her a target, but she was already a target. At least with her powers, she could protect herself, and maybe she wouldn't end up in the hospital again.

"You should get some sleep," Rie suggested. "It's late, and you look exhausted. I'll stay with Remy for the rest of the night, so you don't have to worry."

I didn't want to leave, but my eyes were heavy. I needed sleep, and I knew that. It didn't make it any easier to leave, though. I forced myself to stand up. "Thank you. You're really the best."

I started walking out of the room, dragging my worn out body. I reached for the door handle, but I quickly paused.

"Adira, wait!" Rie said in a panicked voice.

I quickly turned around and saw Remy's eyes c***k open. She blinked a few times before croaking, "Mom?"

I quickly rushed to her side and grabbed her hand. "I'm here, honey."

Rie stood up and said, "I'll go get Caulder."

"Where am I?" Remy asked, her eyes still not fully open.

"You're in the hospital. You were injured," I explained. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, relieved to finally see my daughter awake again.

Remy blinked a few times, taking longer than usual to process everything. She started to sit up, and I quickly helped her. Her hands were trembling, and she looked scared.

"It's okay," I soothed, stroking her hair. "You're safe."

"I have this really weird feeling," Remy said, her eyes a little glazed over.

Before she could elaborate, Rie burst through the door. "Caulder isn't in his room." She was out of breath, and a light layer of sweat had collected on her forehead.

"Is he in Harper's room?" I hated asking that question, but I wouldn't have been surprised. I knew they were old enough to have s*x, so it was only a matter of time before it happened.

"I looked there, too. I linked the pack, and nobody knows where he or Harper is." Rie's body was tense, and I understood why. Our children were missing.

If Caulder and Harper weren't in the pack house, they could be in serious danger.

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CAULDER

I slammed Blade against the ground and stepped on his back with my paws, keeping him pinned to the ground. Harper appeared in her wolf form and snarled in Blade's face as a warning to not move. "That was excellent," Blade announced.

I stepped off of Blade and shifted back into my human form to talk to him, and Harper followed my lead. This was probably our tenth attempt to capture him, and we were finally successful. Blade was fast, but we realized we had an advantage with us being able to link each other. We were able to coordinate our attack and trick him, allowing me the chance to tackle him while Harper distracted him.

"You're slippery," Harper noted after she pulled her shirt on.

"I have to be. A bite from a werewolf affects vampires differently than any other injury," he explained. "It's extremely dangerous for us to get close to werewolves in the first place."

"I didn't know our bites affect you differently." My mind instantly went to when I bit Blade, thinking he was attacking Remy. I looked at his arm and realized that was why he had been favoring his left arm all night. I had thought it was just because he was left- handed.

"Something about a wolf's saliva slows our healing, so wounds that would normally not be fatal to us can become fatal," he said. "How much do you know about the great war?"

"Not much," Harper answered. "I know it was a never-ending war between the vampires, sorcerers, and werewolves, which is why they all eventually decided to sign the treaty that forced each of them to stay in their own designated territories. That's it."

"Do you know why the war was never-ending?" he asked. We both shook our heads, so Blade continued, "Because vampires, werewolves, and sorcerers fighting is like a giant game of rock, paper, scissors. Werewolves beat vampires, vampires beat sorcerers, sorcerers beat werewolves. None of them had a real advantage in the war, and they were all too stubborn to team up with each other."

"I didn't realize that," Harper said. "I don't know much about sorcerers other than the little bit Luna Adira has told us, but she doesn't know much either, since she was raised with werewolves."

"Show me your arm," I said. The information Blade was giving us was useful and interesting, but if Blade was still injured because of me, it was my responsibility to make sure he was okay.

Blade tensed up and grabbed his right arm at his elbow. "Why?"

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You know why. Just show me your arm."

Harper looked between the two of us, trying to figure out what was going on.

Blade sighed and started to take off his jacket, revealing his bandaged forearm. He slowly started to unwrap it for me, and my bite wounds were still visible, and they looked gnarly. The skin around the bite was discolored and angry, and the wounds were filled with

pus.

"Oh my god," Harper said, her hands flying to her face. "What happened?"

"It's not as bad as it looks. It just takes longer to heal." Blade's voice was quiet, and he was clearly lying.

"It's infected," Harper said plainly. "You need it cleaned and dressed properly."

Blade looked away and started wrapping his arm up again. "I don't exactly have a proper place to do that. I'll be fine."

"Why didn't you tell us you were still hurt?" I asked. Blade had been insistent I was healed before he trained me, but he was sitting here, training us with that kind of nasty wound.

"There's nothing you can do for me anyway-not until your parents accept that I'm not here to injure anyone." Blade adjusted his jacket, being as careful with his arm as possible. He was in more pain than he was letting on.

"I'll talk to them tomorrow morning. First thing. I promise," I said. "And we'll come back here with proper first aid tomorrow night either way."