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I nodded absentmindedly, but my mind was far away. Olivia
meant well but it was magic that we were dealing with here.
Even a strong Alpha like Asher was vulnerable in the face of
magic.
“Hey, frowning doesn’t help with anything.” Philip sat across
from me. “Just give your mate some credits.”
“I know. Of course I trust Asher. But the thing is.” I whispered,
forcing out a weak smile. “.Mia isn’t just my daughter. She’s
Elena’s daughter. Elena trusted me to take care of her, to protect
her. If I lose Mia, I’ll have failed as her mother and as her friend.
I won’t survive it.”
Mia’s terrified face flashed across my mind, making me shiver.
My daughter was taken away right in front me, and I couldn’t
stop it.God I may never forgive myself.
“You haven’t failed. We all know how much you love Mia,”
Olivia said, her voice soft yet firm. “Blame that goddamn son of
a bitch Isaac if you will. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
Yet the guilt was still suffocating. I gazed out of the window,
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feeling helpless, powerless. The only thing I could do was wait,
hoping that Asher would bring back some good news.
When Asher finally returned, his expression told me
everything before he even spoke–He didn’t have her.
“We found traces of magic,” he said, his voice heavy. “But
there’s a barrier–an enchanted one–around the area where they
disappeared. It’s blocking us from finding them.“”
My chest tightened. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. But the
cold disappointment still left me shaken. “Then what do we do?
How do we break through?”
They exchanged a grim look with one another, looking
reluctant.
“Come on just spill it if you can think of something. Anything! What are you hesitating about?!” I snapped. Mia was waiting
for us, and I didn’t want to waste a single second.
“There’s only one person who can help us,” Asher said with a
sigh, his eyes meeting mine. “Your mother.”
The words hit me like a blow.
Charlotte. Of course.
She was the only person
magic. But the idea of asking her for help made my stomach
turn.
“No,” I said quickly. “There has to be another way!”
“There isn’t,” Asher said gently. “Have you heard anyone else
practicing magic besides her? I don’t think so.”
I felt the tears welling up again, but this time they were mixed
with anger. Anger at Charlotte for putting me in this position.
Anger at Isaac for starting all of this. And anger at myself for
not being able to protect Mia.
“I don’t want to see her,” I said, my voice trembling. “She
abandoned me. She doesn’t deserve to be part of our life.”
Asher stepped closer, his hands resting on my shoulders. “I
know. I know how hard it is. Sorry babe but it’s the best
one. The only way!”
I looked at him, my vision blurred with tears.
He was right. As much as I hated it, I had to accept it.
I had sworn to myself to never speak to Charlotte ever again
but today I was breaking that promise myself. And it was
worth it. Because Mia always came first. I was willing to put my
hatred aside for my daughter’s sake.
Violet’s POV
We decided to head down to Nightshade Pack immediately to
meet with Charlotte. Jayden heard about the attack and offered
to come with us. Of course we needed as much help as we could
get.
The drive to the Nightshade Pack was quiet, but the silence
wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, filled with tension and worry. I
spent most of the journey gazing out the window, my thoughts
a whirlwind of fear and anger.
Every moment away from Mia felt like torture, and the idea of
going to my so–called “mother” for help made my stomach
churn.
When we arrived, Charlotte greeted us at the gates herself. She
looked surprised but genuinely happy to see us. Her eyes softened when they landed on me, but I looked away coldly.
I hadn’t come here to mend the broken pieces of our
relationship. I was here for Mia.
“Violet, I’m so glad you are here.” she said, her voice warm.
discuss in face. Did something happen?”
I forced myself to look at her. “I need your help,” I said, my voice clipped.
Her face shifted, her smile faltering slightly. “Of course. Whatever you need.”
I wasn’t sure what I expected–hesitation, maybe–but her immediate willingness to help caught me off guard. It didn’t soften the knot of resentment in my chest, though. She might have been ready to help now, but where was this eagerness when I was a child? When I needed her most?
