We ring the bell at the counter and a girl dressed in pink smiles at us, singing us a cute song and Arya claps like a child, I laugh at her enthusiasm and she puts a dollar in the jar, the girl groans displeased but still sings the same song.
“Welcome to happy pastries, a place where we take you back to your childhood memories. Always ready to serve and please you,” she finishes and Arya twirls around.
“Oh, we used to come here as kids and eat all we can, it was our favorite place,”
She guides me to sit at a corner booth and five minutes later our velvet and ice cream cake is here. We eat our pastries with pure Bliss and they were taking Arya back to her childhood memories indeed as she talked about how much fun they’d had when she, Leon, Dan, jack, and Jake came here as kids.
“Why don’t you come here then?”
“I don’t know, we just grew up I guess,”
“I think we should be coming often for dessert,” I tell her and she nods.
“How are you doing with the babies really, Arya?” He stays silent for a while, and then, a tear rolls down her face.
“I’m scared that I’m not good enough to be their Mommy, I’m only twenty-two years old,” she sniffs. I give her a halfheartedly smile.
“It’s okay to be fearful,”
“What if I mess up and -“
“I think you’re doing great”
“Really? I just- I just want them to be healthy and well,”
We talk more about her feelings and we order more cake, when I know that she is really feeling better, we leave the pastry shop. I feel eyes on us again
“Hey can you wait here for me in the car, I need to use the toilet real quick,”
“Eew, ladies don’t say that,” She makes a disgusted face and I stick out my tongue at her
“Don’t you pee,”
Once I see Arya is out of sight, I follow the scent of an unknown person.
“Come out, I know you’re there,” I order, a tall thin man emerges from the shadows, he’s wearing a cap that hides part of his face and his clothes are dirty.
“Why are you following us?”
He takes off his cap and stares at me with forest-green eyes before getting on one knee, and bowing low,
“I need your help, Queen Luna,”
Alyssa’s POV
I assess the young man in my presence, he couldn’t be more than twenty-five. He removes a small black and white butterfly from his pocket and it rests on my hand.
“A butterfly? What’s going on?”
“It led me to you,” He says. I look at it again, it has unique colors,
“Who are you?” I ask.
“My name is Prince Silas of the Werebear pack, and I need your help freeing my people from the wizard Amacus,”
My hand flies to my chest and a? gasp escapes my lips, he is the dead prince of the Werebear pack, how come he’s here and how did you enter the city undetected? So many questions roamed my head
“I was told you’re dead,” I say,
“Alyssa, Allie!” Arya calls me just as the butterfly flaps its little wings and flies away.
My eyes glance back at Silas, he looks determined and in dire need of health care.
“What happened to you?”
“I – I don’t feel too good,” he says and collapses to the ground. I crouch down to check his pulse, he’s breathing but barely.
“Arya, help!” I call. She comes rushing to me, looking around before she gets on her knees.
“We need to take this man to the hospital,”
“Who is he and what happened to him?”
“He’s Prince Silas of the Werebear pack,”
“I thought he was dead, is he a ghost?” She asks
“Just help me carry him,”
We lift him and I open a portal to the hospital, seeing us in the hallways, three nurses rush to us with a stretcher. They take him to a private room where they treat him.
“Have you told Samy that the mate she thought died is alive, ghosty maybe,” I almost chuckle
“No, should I?”
“Yes,” I grab my phone and dial Samantha’s number but it doesn’t go through.
“I think the network is bad. I’ll grab water from the machine,” I tell her.
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