And Then There Were Four

The words I spoke were me, but then again, they weren't. It was as if my subconscious was tired of the bullshit and finally spoke of everything that had rolled through my mind over the years.

It seemed to hit my brother hard with what I said, but he tried to distract me. Something I wasn't prepared for.

I hadn't been paying attention to Lucas, who had calmly been circling behind me. I wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but the moment his arms wrapped around my waist, my brother tried to tackle me down.

The problem was they didn't realize how much power I was on the verge of using until it was too late and flew from me in a frenzy, seeking to hit any target in its path.

I hadn't meant for anybody to get hurt.

I had it meant for things to go sideways and had they just let me be to calm down on my own, perhaps things would have been fine.

My mother's scream echoed around me. I looked up from the ground over towards the fire. I spotted Melissa laying there unmoving, and my heart absolutely broke.

As if a combustion inside me had finally let go, I screamed in frustration and pain. My eyes wide with fear as tears rolled down my cheeks. The power within me exploding, tossing Lucas and Lux from my body as I quickly climbed to my hands and knees and scrambled over to where Melissa layed.

"No. Please No." I never meant for anybody to get hurt and yet the one person I had loved and trusted my entire life was now gone. She lay there, her eyes wide open, her hair sprawled around her.

There was nothing I could do now, but I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to.

Pulling her body up onto my lap, I kissed the top of her head, my hand running over her cheek as tears fell down my face landing onto her own. "It's going to be okay, Melissa. Don't let go. I can bring you back. I'll find some way to bring you back."

I had never lost control like this. I had never allowed myself to lose control like this and the one time I did, in order to try to stop two men I cared about from killing each other, the one person I cared more about than anything in this world was taken from me.

"Cassie, sweetie... What did you do?" My mother's voice brought me to the forefront of what had actually happened and as I let my eyes slide up to hers, I couldn't hold back the sob that escaped me.

"I didn't mean to... I just wanted them to stop fighting, Mama, I didn't mean to."

I broke in half and as I did, she broke in half with me falling to her knees, because Melissa had been like a

daughter to her all these years amet

well. She cried with me holding both me and Melissa. "I know you didn't. I'm so sorry."

"We can bring her back. I can bring her back, Mama. I can do it."

My mom once had the power to bring my father, Damien, back, and if she could do it, I could do it too. There was a way for it to work. There had to be.

"Cassie, you have to let her go." To my left Damien stood with Talon. They both stared at me tight, lipped with sad expressions on their faces as Damien shook his head.

"You can't bring her back, sweetie.

She's gone.

What your mother did

for me isn't the same thing. It took all of them to bring me back and the only way that was able to happen was because of the Lycan gene and because of the celestial blood.

Melissa isn't one of us."

I knew what they were saying was true. She wasn't one of us, at least not by blood. But she was mine, and I loved her. I loved her more than anything and now she was gone.

"No, that can't be it. We had plans. We were going to go to college..." I whispered softly. "I never got the chance to tell her. Daddy, I never got to tell her the truth."

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somebody you love hurts. But right

now you have to let her go and come with me." Damien's words. were not the words I wanted to hear and even as I glanced at Lux and also Lucas, I could see how remorseful they were.

Had they not tried picking this stupid fight if this would have happened?

Melissa would still be alive, and I wouldn't be a murderer.

Seeing I wasn't going to move, my mother had my father's help pull me away from Melissa's body, and as they did, a part of me died with her.