Anna met up with her father and took him to her mother's grave. She could alternate her vision, and knew that her father saw only ruins and desolation, but the place was beautiful. Full of flowers, silent and with a fountain of water in the center. Her father seemed moved by the tomb, but Anna was indifferent. She knew that only her mother's body was buried there. Her spirit was alive inside her.
They decided to leave.
"What happened there, Anna?" Henry asked after a while, as they watched the island disappear from view.
"It doesn't matter, Dad. You saw what you wanted, and I found what I needed. But I feel that I was cold. That I didn't make the most of my discoveries... I'll come back here one day."
"I'd like to come back with you. I think it's unworthy of your mother to be buried in such a... desolate place. desolate."
"Don't think about it, Dad. She'll stay where she is. It was her last will." Anna said firmly, and they never spoke of the matter again.
Anna arrived home and Donald and David rushed to welcome her. She hugged and talked attentively to each of them. She wanted to be a more present mother, she wanted to take part in everything in their lives. Vicenzo's words still reverberated in her mind and heart. She was neglecting her children. And she felt that she was the one who was missing out, not the children.
She looked at the nanny, who stood nearby.
"Bring Ian. I want to hold my son."
The nanny was obviously embarrassed. Anna knew something was wrong and, leaving Donald behind, she stood up and looked worriedly at the nanny.
"Where is my son?"
"Mrs. Lens, Ian, he's gone..."
"Just say it!"
"Oh, Mom! Don't shout at her." David said annoyed. "Dad took Ian to Uncle Adam's wedding."
Anna turned her surprised eyes to David.
"Your uncle, is he... Getting married?"
"In Alaska." Donald smiled and was distracted by the faces David made at him.
Anna climbed the stairs to her house, each step weighing more than the next. She didn't stop to think. She threw some clothes in her suitcase and left.
...
Naya walked through the trees, supported by her father, until she reached the large clearing where her wedding ceremony would take place.
Adam was waiting for her, wearing a suit, but barefoot like all the other werewolves. The atmosphere was one of joy. His tribe was receiving representatives from all the other tribes for the most important event among werewolves. The union of Alpha and Luna. The moonlight seemed to shine brighter that day.
Naya couldn't see the guests, their clothes, or the envy in her friends' eyes, all of which she had always dreamed of seeing, because she was distracted. Her eyes locked onto Alfa's eyes. She felt great emotion.
Adam held her hand as soon as her father handed it to him, and Naya felt a current of energy pass from him to her, and from her to him. Something that united them more than the celebration itself.
The old man caught their attention, and they looked away from each other hesitantly.
Naya couldn't hear what he was saying. The current still coursed through her veins, and a sense of unreality came over her. She was aware of Adam's presence, as if he were herself.
Naya returned her senses to reality only when Adam released her hand and broke the chain's spell. She looked inquiringly at him, as the old man also fell silent. But neither of them answered, in her eyes. They were looking back.
Naya turned and saw a young woman with golden hair and red curls at the ends, and when she saw her green eyes, she realized that this must be Bruma. The witch who had bewitched Adam. Ian stood next to her with a satisfied smile. Naya didn't know what to say. But she knew what she would do. To be happy with her Alpha, she had to kill that woman.
...
Naya looked at Adam, who was now giving her a disapproving look. She understood. He had read her mind, and her intention. Her eyes returned to Bruma.
"You weren't invited." She said simply, crossing her arms.
Anna looked at Ian, who held the hem of her dress, as if he could contain her, before turning to Naya.
"That is a most discourteous outfit. Don't you think so, Luna?" She said sarcastically.
"You're not my friend, you're not my fiancé's friend, and you're not welcome here."
"I'm not really friends with your 'fiancé'. I'm his wife. The mother of his child."
Naya felt her heart ache at that moment. She was Ian's mother! The woman Adam was in love with. She searched for Maxwell with her eyes, but he was nowhere to be seen. The Werewolves were divided, and Naya knew that feeling represented what the Alpha was feeling. That woman had freed the Werewolves. They were grateful, but Naya was Luna. Their queen. And they needed to be loyal.
She stared at Anna.
"We can't solve this, the way I'd like, here, sorceress! The werewolves will get involved, and this fight is ours alone!"
"Why do you think I'm here to fight with you?"
"Because you love my fiancé."
Anna glared at her.
"You don't know anything about me!" Anna said between breaths.
"Go on. After the ceremony, I'll find you and we'll sort it out."
Anna smiled.
"There's no reason to wait!" Anna said, and raised her arms, palms facing upwards, and saying Theban words, a strong light shone and, as soon as the light dimmed, they were in the same place as before, but there was no one there. Just chairs and an empty altar.
Naya was apprehensive.
"Where are we?"
"The day before your wedding."
Naya looked at her in surprise.
"You can travel back in time?"
"Yes." Anna said and started to approach Naya. "But I'm not going to use magic to finish you off. I just didn't want my son to see it!"
Naya raised a hand, and the wind began to blow fast between them.
"I'll use magic, sorceress! I won't let more than dust get on you!"