Chapter 67: Mother

Amy’s pov

“Any luck finding them?” Sean asked me and I shook my head.

I couldn’t find Connor nor Amber;

I haven’t been able to find anything on them.

And as for Reene’s coven members who helped in killing her there is nothing I can do.

Logan is stuck In his room; he hardly goes out or even eats anything all this time.

I think he only eats to keep himself alive, not that he can die, its not time for him yet to die.

Plus, Amber has made him invincible, so he won’t be easily killed at all.

Its been three months, I have had to step up since one of my brothers is grieving while the other is on the run.

“I will find them; they need to pay for what they did to Logan. Brother never wronged them, even if it’s the last thing I do I will avenge Reene no matter what” I answered.

“I don’t think she would want you to avenge, especially because her best friend was also there” Alexa said, and I know that she isn’t lying.

“But there has to be something we must do; we can’t just let my brother grieve in his room forever. I haven’t seen his face in months” I said.

I looked at Alexa, the mood here has been down after Reene died.

The laughter that was always heard during breakfast, lunch and dinner is gone.

The place is now just quiet, wish there was something more I can do.

Even though I am handling pack matters and all the businesses I still feel like I am not doing enough.

All this pain and suffering we have been through, I thought that we had finally found happiness.

But once again it was taken from us, “he hasn’t eaten” Alexa said, and I nodded.

I went to the kitchen and got some food ready. I knocked a few times and he opened; my handsome brother was a mess.

He was always so clean, no beard at all, well shaved and always on point.

Now looking at him, he was dressed in sweats.

Hell, he had grown a beard and looks like mess, bags under his eyes and long messy hair.

“You need to eat” I said, and he shook his head.

“I am not hungry, maybe later, I will just have a glass of cold water” he said.

“No, you will eat, brother you need to eat to live. You told me what happened that night, she wanted to die so you could live. She died so you could live” I said.

I noticed the letter she left was still on his table and a few other photos of her.

I walked in and looked at the photos, in some of them he looked like he was forced to take them.

Some were of her alone, she always seemed perfect.

I didn’t know that she was so photogenic.

“I know it hurts” I said, and he smiled.

“You don’t know anything about it” he said and then I sat down on his bed.

“It’s like I am living with a scream inside me. no one else can hear it but me, but somehow I cant even let it out no matter how hard I try” he explained.

He is right, I don’t understand what he is going through and that explained it better a little bit.

“There is also a saying that as time passes pain turns into memory, one day I hope you will wake up and wont have that scream inside of you.

But try to let it out, no matter how hard it is, one day it will come out brother I know that much” I said.

“You have grown so wise my younger sister; I will eat that now” he said taking the food from my hand.

I sat down and watched him as he tried his best to eat it.

“Of course, I am grown, it been centuries you know” I said, and he smiled a little.

“Now I hope that its time you also live, don’t mind me and put your life on hold” he said and stopped to look at me.

“I want you to feel it, Reene always said that she wanted love that would make even Shakespear blush. You should also feel and get that love, that kind of love” he said, and I looked at him.

“Even though yours ended in a broken heart. You would advise me to get my heart broken” I said him.

He just shrugged, “I guess I am a terrible brother, but you will know it once you feel it yourself” he replied.

He once told me a few days after we buried her that he couldn’t breathe without her.

That everyday when he woke up he had to remind himself how to breath, that even doing something that simple felt impossible.

And yet he is advising me to fall in love as well.

He is definitely not the brother that I grew up with.

He is not the man that our father tried to groom him to be because he is like this.

He has now become his own person; I am really proud of who he has become.

“I will live brother, only after making sure that you do as well” I said, and he got up.

“I will go and take a shower” he said, and I nodded.

“Thank the moon goddess, you could use a shower” I said as he closed the door.

I hope that somehow he will be able to get over this and move on.

Logan’s pov

“Could you get me some followers? Anything white” I said to Amy who nodded.

When I came out of the shower which was like for an hour I found the flowers there.

I know I don’t want to do anything; I just want to drown in my sorrows, but I can feel it.

My body wants to move around so I am thinking of visiting Reene’s grave.

She cant see me as a mess, so I shaved and fixed my hair.

I wore the tux that I wore on our first official wedding.

It’s amazing, we spent only such a small amount of time together, but it was the best time of my life.

The memories of her are still in my mind, I can even hear her voice clear as day.

“You look great” Alexa said, and I smiled a little.

“Thank you, I am visiting Reene’s grave. She would hate me if I went there looking like I died” I said, and she chuckled a bit.

“I know she would, and she would tell you straight to your face. She never really could keep anything to herself” she said with a smile.

Bittersweet memories, it’s amazing isn’t it?

That at times when we don’t think about anything they don’t come to mind.

Its only when we start talking about them that the memories come to mind clear as day.

Unless you talk or think about them its as if they are not there or have never been there.

“See you when you come back” she said, and I walked off.

Everyone bowed their heads when they saw me, but I also noticed something.

The way they were looking at me was different, as if they were saying we understand your pain.

But is it even possible?

Can someone really understand my pain?

And when people look at you like that, is it sympathy or pity?

Suddenly I could see the graveyard, but I knew that I couldn’t do it.

No matter how hard I try I don’t think I am even ready to see this at all?

I am not ready to see her name carved on a headstone.

I am not ready to really accept that she is gone, maybe I am still in the denial stage of grief.

One day when I will surely come after everyone that killed you, once I am done with my revenge that’s only when I will face her.

Just wait for me a little longer, I will come back, and I will do so with my head held high.

So, I didn’t go, I turned around with the flowers in my hands and went back.

“Who are you?” I heard Amy ask and I caught a different scent, that belongs to a witch.

“I would like to talk to him, Reene’s husband” she said, and I walked to her.

“I am him; I am Reene’s husband and who are you?” I asked her.

“My name is Elizabeth Miller, and I am Reene’s mother” she said, and I looked at her.

The resemblance is still there, the long dark hair and brown eyes.

“I don’t have much time to explain, I want you to take me to Reene’s grave. I need to do this ritual before she wakes up, so she doesn’t wake up” she said.

“What do you mean wake up?” Sean asked before I could ask.

“Reene is an immortal witch, which means any minute now she will come back to life, and I am here to stop that from happening” she said.

Everything else just disappeared, what did she just say? Did she just say that Reene is an immortal witch?

That in any minute she could wake up? My Reene is still alive?