RED ( Twisted Forbidden Tales) Book Two

Redemption

Walden



My journey wouldn’t be a simple one. A great injustice had been done. My blood was the blood of Hannah and the King of the Night Wolves, Daxon. This made Christine my aunt and Finnigan and Talia my cousins. I was so confused, in the visions I saw Hannah’s babies die, but this letter said otherwise.

It was an illusion Christine had devised with the help of Rose. Christine had gotten pregnant back then by a rogue Night Wolf. The man had also been her accomplice in many of her misdeeds. It so happened that she also carried twins, who died in her womb a week before her due date. In order to deceive Hannah and Daxon, with the help of her accomplice, Rose, and a stolen forbidden time spell, right at the time of Hannah’s difficult birth my brother and I were swapped with Christine's dead twins.

Though my letters from the spell contained astounding information, the information was limited. I had a brother out there somewhere and a father and mother too. My brother and I were Christine’s backup plan. The special necklace she had given me when I was five years old, was actually a talisman she used to control the Night Wolves and suppress my brother. There were no leading clues as to where any of my family members could be.

I couldn’t imagine the pain he must have been in while I lived freely and without care. Finding them would be another mission on my list from whatever mission I was tasked with as an ambassador. Knowing Talia, the two were more than likely connected. I didn’t know how I knew so, but once I discarded that dreaded necklace, my senses became more pronounced.

Delia had found out that her father, Daxon, hadn’t died that day in the cell. Instead, he had escaped. She never got a chance to find out where he was hiding, so she did leave me her findings on guesses where he could be, but so much time had passed for it to still be valid. My father left a clue for Delia to find, knowing she wouldn’t believe that he’d hurt her sister that way.

At the time, Hannah was heavily pregnant with my brother and me. The birth had become a difficult one without her mate. She needed to get to a safe place to deliver her, but on the way they were ambushed. With the mate bond on the edge of breaking and surrounded by violence, Hannah had no choice but to deliver, passing out after hearing her babies cry. It was unknown at the time that everything down to the ambush was all planned by Christine, Rose, and their accomplice.

When Hannah woke she was covered in blood. Two babies lay side by side in the cold like the winter night with no signs of life. Hannah couldn’t accept this fate, she had heard her babies cry, but the little bodies lying next to her could not be fake and for a time she had lost her mind. At the time, no one knew this was another illusion Christine had devised in order for her plans to succeed.

It was a chance encounter on her walk on the palace grounds that Queen Delia ran into a five-year-old boy who had gotten lost in the garden maze. I didn’t know who she was at the time, but I never forgot that day. Rose had forbidden me to go anywhere near the palace, but that day was my birthday and I was curious. Having watched the woman I thought was my mother come and go from the palace, I thought I knew the route pretty well, but instead got lost inside the garden.

Delia never knew Rose had a son until that day. She said I felt familiar with her, but the necklace I was given by Christine as a gift shielded my aura and slightly altered my appearance so she couldn’t be sure. We stayed together in the garden for some time eating delicious treats because it was my birthday and getting to know one another. Rose, on her way back, had found me and promptly took me away.

It was strange that I never felt she meant me harm, no matter how much Rose and Christine had tried to make me believe so. Years later I would come to know who the woman really was that day. Even though I had questions, I thought I owed everything to Christine, Rose, and Finnigan. They were my family, so I didn’t question anything or go against her orders.

The Night Wolves were still imprisoned, including my brother. For years they had been under her suppression and it was my fault. I trusted Christine blindly. She doted on me endlessly and I thought she’d never hurt me and that she really truly loved me. I was just a means to an end after everything. All these people had suffered. I wanted to gain redemption, but there was so much to fix that I didn’t know where to start. On top of mending, my family was so viciously ripped apart.