Chapter 142
[SAMANTHA’S Point of View]
The inside of the cave was trickier than we expected.
Dominic’s ability to find old tracks, even those from weeks or months ago, was essential for us to navigate to the depths of the place. It was pitch black, and I couldn’t see anything even with my werewolf sense. I felt like we were floating in nothingness, unable to feel our hands or feet. Only my husband’s whispers made me able to follow him as we headed to the deepest part of the cave, and as the air grew thin and heavy, that’s when I started to worry.
[You think it is here? You’re sure about it?] Dominic asked. I could sense the anxiety in his voice as he walked in front of me.
I knew he was still holding my hand, but I couldn’t feel it anymore. I couldn’t feel him. Only his voice in my head made me aware that he was still with me—that he never left me, no matter how strange and scary the situation was. I was not certain what we were doing, but he still had faith in my intuition, and that’s what I loved most about Dominic. He believes me.
[Yes,] I answered as we continued navigating through the cave. [I have a huge feeling the Moon Goddess guided me to this place, Dominic. I feel like what I need is in here. Brianne told me it was in possession of the Bennettes, but I went to Olivia’s house, and she had no idea what I was looking for.]
I felt him frown. [You went to Olivia’s—what do you mean you went there?! Do you know how dangerous that is?!]
I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t stop chuckling as I heard how worried he was. [Yes. I went there and I wish you had seen her face after I sneaked into her room.]
[You don’t cease to amaze me, Samantha. No one can get inside Olivia’s room because of how strict the security is there, but you did. I don’t wonder why she really freaked out after she saw you.]
[But the thing I am looking for is not there.] I said to him with a soft, uncertain voice. [And when I asked the Moon Goddess for some answers, she led me here.]
There was a pause of silence, and then I heard his voice full of remorse. [I’m sorry, I wish I hadn’t listened to the council, Samantha. I thought I could handle all of this until—]
I stopped walking, and that’s when I finally felt him squeezing my hand. [There are so many things we are not sure about, my love. But in the end, I am just thankful we still have and believe in each other. And I guess that’s a beautiful thing. That we still hang on, no matter how hard the situation is. We belong together.]