It all had become all too familiar to her.

Feeling the weight of the knife in her dress when someone is just a foot away from her. Seeing the pleasure to kill in their eyes as they prepare to hurt her.

How heavy the knife feels like when she takes it in her hands and how the sound of it penetrating through their flesh. The screams they let when they feel the pain of the knife. No one could ever forget the smell and feel of thick wet blood covering your hands.

Her father had died because she had stabbed him into his chest multiple times. Foley, on the other hand, let out an ear piercing scream when she stabbed him straight into his eye.

But he wasn't dead.

He was screaming from pain as he took the knife out of his eye. Or more like his orbital because his right eye was stuck in the bloody knife.

It was all too much for Maeve- she started to shake as she looked at the brutal sight only a meter away from her. She had done it. But in some weird way she didn't feel any regret. Actually, she wanted to stab him again and again until his icy skin would be covered in red.

She wanted to hear him scream from agony as he took his last breaths. Scream until he would die by her hands.

Just when Maeve was throwing the knife away and climbed on a tree or something else. She didn't want to kill him until he opened his mouth. He had started to shift into a human a little that he looked like a creature from hell. The creature had whispered words like 'the fire' and 'death' but Maeve didn't understand anything until he whispered 'family'.

And that is when she knew that he didn't deserve to live. He had to die by her hands with no remorse.

Foley threw the knife with his right eye to the ground. Apparently, the knife hadn't gone deep enough to split his brains. He started to laugh and took one leap towards her trying to get his hands around her neck.

But he never got the change to do that when a black wolf attacked him.

When the grey-eyed wolf started to rack the eyeless creature that no more resembled a human nor a wolf. She just stared at the scene. A part of her wanted to go between them to finish him by herself and the other part didn't want to do anything.

She watched as Michael Foley took his last breath. His death wasn't beautiful and peaceful but he did deserve all of that because of what he had done to her family. He should be burning in the flames of hell for eternity only to feel what her mother and a few of her siblings had to go through.

"Dominic," she said. Not whispering like usual but not yelling either. The wolf stopped assaulting the body. It turned around slowly until they were staring at each other.

His eyes were as grey as she had remembered.

The wolf took a step closer to her before shifting back to his human form.

He looked different. It could only be her memory slacking, but his face looked tired and the few wrinkles in his forehead made him look little older than he truly was. She could only imagine what she looked at the moment.

She stood still not daring to take a step closer to him. It felt like it all was just a dream, she had missed him and felt so bad because she left him. But now when he was standing a five meters away from her she didn't know what to feel. Maybe a little bit of relief and happiness but at the same time, she felt sad and empty.

Dominic didn't say anything. He just stared at her, her abdomen had grown and the birth of their child couldn't be far away.

He closed the distance between them and hugged her. Maeve had not been expecting that but when she was back into his arms the low wall around her broke down and she started to cry, tears of happiness.

And there they were. Back together after a long time. While she cried he kissed her forehead and tried to soothe her.

It was all really foreigner to both of them. It had been a long time since someone had soothed her and really made her feel like someone cared about her. It was also the first time Dominic had ever soothed someone.

She raised her chin and blended their lips together. Both of them were happy at that moment. There were no worries and finally it seemed like they accepted themselves and each other just like they were.

Maeve could no longer call him a monster or think bad at him and his lifestyle because now she is a monster too. She is no better than him.

Dominic had always hated humans, his father had always hated humans because a human had once betrayed him when he was a small child. But no longer could he deny that the human girl he had once swear to hate and kill had made a small crack on his armor.

Eather of them wasn't perfect, no one is. Both of them are not the same person they were when they first met.

Pandora tapped her long nail on a wooden table. She was extremely bored but the good thing was that she finally got her part of the deal. Today was the day she finally got to meet the human.

First, when they came back Dominic didn't allow her to see her and then came the time for her giving birth to a baby boy.

Now after two weeks she was waiting for the human at the blue room, where a dead woman was once found. Still, she could smell the blood and death from the room. No one actually even knows who killed that poor woman. It's like the killer came from thin air, murdered her and disappeared to thin air.

Some say it was Foley, but slaughtering someone didn't quite fit in his mold. Also, Pandora could sense if he would have been in the room but he hadn't been. Her uncle should have never gotten an heir to himself and all of this could have been avoided.

"Come on, I don't have all day," she muttered as she kept staring at the clock on the wall. The human was an hour late already.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a petite woman with a baby in her hands stepped in.

The child was wrapped on dark cloth as its mother held him close to her chest. "I head you wanted to see me," the woman said.

Pandora looked at her. Her eyes were filled with fear but her posture stayed still. "You must be the human if I'm correct, Maeve right?"

The human nodded and shifted the position of the baby.

"What is his name?" She asked and looked at the baby.

"Cearul William Déasun" Maeve whispered and kissed the boy's forehead. "I want to thank you, Pandora."

"Why?" No one had ever thanked her. What had she done to the human?

"Dominic told me that it was you who found me. Without you I and Cearul wouldn't probably be here, so thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Well, that was unexpected. Pandora didn't answer anything, she just stared at her. After a moment of waiting, she blinked and opened her mouth "Can I hold him?"

After a small time of thinking, Maeve gave her the child. Pandora looked at the boy's grey eyes, he is definitely Dominic's child.

The boy started to cry and Pandora shrieked. She had never heard such a bad noise. "Just take him back."

After Maeve had made the baby relax the two women started to talk. Not anything deep but just basics. Everything was well before Maeve decided to ask the question that had been burning in her head since the beginning of the meeting. "Why did you want to meet me?"

"I have a gift for you, actually now it is for you and for the boy," Pandora said and she took a little box from her pocket. She gave it to Maeve.

Without thinking twice she opened it and there was a small medaling. "It has a protection spell on it, the carrier of the medaling is safe from all the diseases."

"Why would you give something like this for me?"

"Let's just say that the king of ours have been alone long enough," she said and left the room. Now it was her time to go back into her home, far away from the castle and far away from the man she used to love.

Maeve looked at the medaling. If what Pandora told is right she couldn't ever get sick, but she couldn't ever forgive herself if her son got sick. She put it around the baby's neck and went next to the window.

Summer was coming fast, just like the light always does.