Features similar, though my hair is a little darker and longer, my features are not as sharp as his, but both of us are equally matched now in height and bulk. For now, and my father knows it. Maddox only just managed to restrain us last time, and soon he will be no match for me.
“Why do you want to go to the Moon Goddess realm?” he asks.
“Marabella needs something from there.” My father’s face instantly softens at the mention of her name.
“How is she?” he asks, draping his arm across my shoulders as we head down the stairs.
“She is fine. I know she has marked Kyan and Jonah now. I can feel her. She feels stronger,” I tell him, and he lets out a breath, nodding his head while he leads me toward the kitchen where I can hear mom laughing, and my father’s deep baritone voice reaches my ears.
We stopped in the doorway to see my father chasing my mother around the kitchen. Cream is smeared across his face. She squeals as he catches her, spreading a massive glob of cream on hers while she cringes, trying to get out of his grip. Dad laughs before licking her face, making her cringe more as she tries to shove him away.
“Ah gross,” I mutter, averting my gaze from the public displays of affection. My father laughs, and they both freeze, not having heard us come in. Mom straightens up, and Dad wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Walking to the kettle, I turn it on, needing coffee, and I grab a mug down when dad sets another beside mine before messing with my hair, making me sweat his hand away.
“You’re up early,” Mom says, grabbing a tea towel from the oven door to clean her face. I can tell dad is in the middle of making pancakes by the huge stack on the bench, and I reach over to steal one of the top. He clicks his tongue at me.
“Fucking wait, geez, you are so much like your father, impatient!” he scolds just as I watch Maddox come forward and lean over the bench to steal one of Dad’s giant fluffy pancakes. My father slaps his hand away, and Maddox pouts at him.
Seeing my father’s wolf act like a puppy around his mates is always odd. It is easy to forget the monster he can become. Anyone who dares to touch one of his mates is almost a certain suicide attempt on their behalf. God help them, for not even Marabella and I are safe from him.
Sure, my father wouldn’t intentionally hurt us, yet he nearly killed me when I lost control of Malachi the other day and challenged mom. His claw marks still mark my ribs and I know they will leave a terrible scar. He refused to allow mom to heal me.
No doubt mom would have kicked my ass if it came down to it, but dad didn’t like the disrespect of how I spoke to her, which sent Maddox flying forward to try to put me back in place. I wonder if I will have a mate bond like my parents or if I am destined to just watch her in my dreams and listen to her screams.
Mom watches me carefully. She is pretty observant. Lately, her sole focus has been on me and Marabella; I have caught her more times than I can count watching Marabella in the fountains. My parents feel guilty for not noticing her depression.
However, I didn’t even see how bad it was, and I am her twin. I could feel her, and I know she could feel me too, linked as Gemini twins. Mom said her depression is what is affecting me, and my anger is causing her depression.
However, that excuse can only be used for so long; my anger has become uncontrollable of late. Malachi is turning savage, and at first, I believed her when she said maybe it is our twin connection. Her depression bleeds into me, coming out in rage, and my anger has the opposite effect on her.
Our energies constantly feed off each other, two halves of a whole, yet opposites. I am fun and outgoing, and Marabella is quiet and reserved. It makes sense to some point, but now she is marked. I notice I am feeling her less and less like she is no longer feeding off my aura and me hers.
How had I not noticed before that she was suffering is beyond all of us, me the most. I was so consumed with my dreams and the girl in them I had forgotten Marabella also needed me.
I was focused on my own feelings and not watching her as I should have. I failed my sister, and that guilt gnaws at me. Gnaws at all of us! We assumed it was the darkness, the madness we both know could come for us.
“You want to ask me for something?” my mother says, her eyes watching me, and I know she is scanning my aura. I look at hers in return. The gold is bright, and darkness taints the outer edges. But she seems curious, and her eyes bleed white, something I know over the years as her visions.
Her lips part, and my fathers watch her. Dad steps behind her and presses his chest against her back, trapping her between the counter and himself. It wouldn’t be the first time mom has fainted from her visions.
“Come back to me, Kitty,” my father purrs, and moments later, she does, blinking rapidly, and her lips tug at the corners.
“What did you see?” my father asks, scooping another pancake from the frypan before sighing. Mom rarely speaks of what she sees, but I can tell whatever it is has made her happy. It is rare that you would see mom smile after a vision. Usually, they only mean a warning of something terrible.
“That sly wolf,” she chuckles.
My father purrs into her neck, kissing her mark, and I pull a face. It is bad enough to hear them from the floor below; I don’t need to witness how they melt into each other, especially before coffee. Shaking my head, I turn back to the coffee I am making right when mom comes over to me and grabs my arm. I feel the pull of her dragging me to the Moon Goddess realm.