Lucien pov
In the dead of the night,
We held hands, her warm smile embracing mine. The crackling of the fire in the middle of the ritual circle. The elder danced around us, sprinkling incense on our heads chanting mumbled words in sync with his dance.
This day had finally come earlier than I expected however the eerie feeling that something was definitely wrong. I couldn't place what it was exactly.
Esme stood before me, her face covered in a black veil. There were others in the crowds wishing us the best.
Was I the only one having this doubtful thought?
The elder gestured for me to unveil her and commute. Which I did. I froze, stepping away from the face of my dead mate contorted on what I thought was meant to be Esme's face.
"Darling, we are renewing our ritual again. You never forgot me " she reached out to me with her arms spread out wide. I drew away from her incoming embrace horrified at the way her smile fixed rigidly on her face.
