Remembering
944 Words
The car came to a quiet stop at the edge of the Europa Pack grounds. The heavy door creaked open, and Alpha Montenegro stepped out first, flanked by his Beta, Montalvo. Their expressions were unreadable—stern, composed, but alert.
They made their way up the gravel path to the Alpha’s house, boots crunching with every step. Abel Montalvo's heart raced. He hadn’t seen Montserrat since—well, since everything. He bit back a smile, nerves tightening in his chest. This wasn’t the time for feelings.
Inside the house, Santiago and Dario—Montserrat’s older brothers—stood in the office, deep in discussion. The air was thick with suspicion and unease.
“She was off yesterday,” Santiago muttered, leaning against the edge of the desk. “While Alpha Montenegro was here, something about her just... shifted.”
Dario crossed his arms, brow furrowed. “You think there’s a connection?”
“I’m saying there’s a pattern.” Santiago’s voice lowered. “An Alpha shows up, and Montserrat ends up in the hospital. That doesn’t sit right with me.”
“Don’t forget the rogues,” Dario added grimly. “Two rogues suddenly appear, and now this? You think it’s a coincidence?”
Before Santiago could reply, a knock sounded on the door. Felix entered with Alpha Montenegro and Beta Montalvo behind him. The tension in the room rose instantly.
“Find us later, Felix,” Santiago said without looking away from the guests. “We have something to discuss.”
Felix nodded and was about to leave but something told him to wait.
Santiago straightened. “Alpha Montenegro. Beta Montalvo. Please—have a seat.”
The two men sat, expressions guarded but curious. Abel’s eyes scanned the room, not missing the barely veiled tension.
“Is your father around?” Cesar asked calmly.
Santiago’s gaze sharpened. “He’s at the hospital—with my sister, Montserrat.”
The name hit Abel like a punch to the chest. He blinked, caught off guard, as Kian—his wolf—stirred urgently within him, demanding to go to her.
Cesar, just as stunned, leaned forward. “What happened? Is she alright?”
“We don’t know,” Dario answered curtly. “That’s the problem.”
Abel opened his mouth to speak, but the words never came. He was too busy listening—to his wolf, to his racing thoughts, to the unraveling truth he didn’t yet understand.
Scene: Montserrat's Vision
Back at the hospital, Montserrat drifted in and out of consciousness. Voices echoed around her—her parents arguing—but she couldn’t respond. She didn’t have the strength. Darkness tugged at her again, and she fell into it without resistance.
When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else. Somewhere familiar.
Barefoot, she wandered through a dense forest bathed in soft golden light. The trees whispered as she passed, shadows dancing at the corners of her vision.
“Hello?” she called, spinning in slow circles. “Is anyone here?”
Silence.
She kept walking, drawn toward something. A patch of red caught her eye—roses, blooming wildly near an old oak. She stepped closer, her heart thudding in anticipation.
The tree was carved with names—her mother and father, encircled in a heart. But on the side, two others: Lorenzo and Claudia.
A chill ran through her.
“Ironic, isn’t it?” came a voice behind her.
Montserrat turned slowly, pulse racing. The woman was there again—the same one she’d seen in the forest before.
“Who are you?” she asked, though she already had a feeling.
“It doesn’t matter,” the woman said, chuckling. “I’m dead anyway.”
“I... I don’t understand,” Montserrat whispered. “Who’s Lorenzo? What does this mean?”
“You already know,” the woman replied. Her eyes were piercing, sad. “You wanted to know why, remember? Lorenzo was my daughter’s mate.”
Recognition hit like lightning. Montserrat’s breath caught. She looked closer, and realization dawned.
“Kendra... You’re Kendra.” The witch. The one whose granddaughter, Amaya, Montserrat had encountered years ago.
“What does this have to do with me?”
The woman’s expression turned solemn. “Do you know what happens when you mate with someone who isn’t your fated mate, Montserrat?”
Montserrat shook her head.
“You get a human child.”
Montserrat staggered backward. “No. That doesn’t make sense. We’ve had this conversation before, haven’t we?”
Kendra tilted her head. “You don’t remember? This is where you killed me.”
The forest quaked beneath her feet. Montserrat clutched her head as memories—or hallucinations—swirled around her. “No... No, I couldn’t have... I don’t have that in me.”
The ground splintered. A high-pitched whine filled her ears. She collapsed, struggling to breathe—
Scene: Hospital
“Doctor!” Laura screamed. Montserrat convulsed violently on the hospital bed, her eyes wide and unfocused.
Dr. Peter rushed in with nurses close behind. “Administer 5mg lorazepam, now!”
A nurse injected the medication, and slowly, the seizure began to subside. Montserrat’s breathing leveled out. Her vitals stabilized.
Dr. Peter’s voice was firm but urgent. “Run the tests again—CBC, tox screen, MRI, CT. We missed something.”
Laura collapsed into Jairo’s arms, sobbing.
“What’s wrong with my daughter?” Jairo growled.
“I don’t know,” Peter admitted. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”
Jairo looked toward the ceiling, jaw clenched. “We need to find her mates,” he said darkly. “Before it’s too late.”
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