[Danica’s POV]I watched in horror as both Masons began to square off against my brother. In a way, I felt like this was my fault, and I couldn’t just stay here and watch. I needed to fight.Drawing on my strength, I began to pull against the chains that confined me but found that they wouldn’t budge.Letting out a growl, I continued to fight, ignoring the pain that shot through me as the metal cut into my skin."Come on." I hissed as my Mason jumped at my brother but got easily thrown aside. "Come on!""Need some help?"Feeling relief flood through me, I looked up to find Greg staring down at me."Th…"No other words managed to escape me as he produced a knife from his belt and held it above my chest."What are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep the sudden fear I felt out of my voice. "I’m not your enemy.""But you are." Greg countered, giving a vicious smile. "Because of your kind, my entire family was ripped apart. Because of you, my brother is dead! All werewolves should be erase
[Mason’s POV]"...That’s great…"Letting out a sigh, I let Danica’s relieved voice calm the remaining anxiety I was feeling after everything that happened.She was fine, and that meant that I was no longer needed here. I was sure that my younger self and the rest of the pack could deal with the harpies and trolls. It was time for me to go back to my own time, where my mate and pups were waiting for me.Kicking off the wall I was leaning against, I made my way down the hall towards where Killian and the rest of the remaining elders were waiting."How is she?" Killian asked as soon as he spotted me. "Is she awake?""Yeah," I responded. "She’s awake and seems to be fine.""That’s great." Marissa sighed.Nodding, I turned my attention to Arlo, who sat stoically. I was sure he would be the one to know how I could get back to my own time."Go on," Arlo puffed, fixing his gaze on mine. "You’re wanting my help, correct?""That’s right." I confirmed. "Since you were the one to send me here in
[Mason’s POV]Closing my eyes, I tried to ignore the discomfort I felt as Chester pulled the tube that was blocking my airway out of place. Once it was gone, I swallowed a few times and winced. Fuck that hurt."Feel better?" Danica asked, her voice filled with many emotions."Yeah," I rasped before a coughing fit hit me."Here." Chester sighed. "I’m sure your throat is pretty raw."Reaching out, I took the glass of water that he was holding out and took a few tentative sips. When the cool liquid proved to be helpful, I downed the rest of the glass."Thanks." I huffed, slowly sitting up in my bed. "Now, could one of you explain to me what’s going on here?""Would you like to do the honors, luna?" Chester asked, turning his attention to Danica. "Or would you rather I do it?"For a moment, Danica didn’t speak as she continued to examine me, as if she wasn't quite believing what she was seeing."Would it be too much stress for him?" She asked, clearly fretting. "He just woke up… Maybe we
[Danica’s POV]I stood in the hall listening as Mason cursed and yelped due to whatever it was that Chester was doing to torture him. Only when the room grew quiet did I begin to worry until a loud bang sounded."What the hell?" I hissed, rushing in to find Mason on the ground while Chester huffed in annoyance. "What is going on here?""Someone thinks that he knows better than the doctor." Chester responded."I don’t need help moving about." Mason insisted, attempting to lift himself.Sighing, I watched as he struggled and then collapsed again."Want to try that again?"Huffing, Mason slowly sat up and then stopped. Giving me a look, he frowned before attempting to stand."Here," I sighed, holding out a hand. "You know it isn’t anything to be embarrassed about."Grumbling, Mason allowed me to help him back up onto the bed before turning his attention to Chester, who was silently watching with amusement."Oh, now you want my help?" Chester asked, earning himself an annoyed growl from M
[Mason’s POV]The next morning, I awoke to find Danica had left; granted, this was not surprising given that she had things to take care of in my absence, but it didn't lessen the loneliness I felt at her not being here. I guess it was safe to say that I was still suffering from the trauma of her death back then."Disappointed?"Cursing, I turned my attention to where Chester sat with a look of amusement plastered on his face."Good morning, sunshine.""If you were already here, why didn’t you wake me?" I demanded."Because you just looked so handsome while you slept."Grimacing, I began to sit up but stopped as waves of pain shot through me."What the hell?""You have yourself to thank for that." Chester laughed, realizing what I was feeling. "If you weren’t stubborn, you wouldn’t have overdone it."Frowning, I began to move again, this time being cautious. Despite wanting to beat the shit out of Chester for being so damn cocky, I knew that I needed to listen to him."Atta boy.""Don
[Mason’s POV] Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around Chester’s wrist while keeping my gaze fixed on Danica’s. "How did the meeting go?" I tried, hoping to distract her from her suspicion. "Did we make any headway in the war?" "No," she responded, narrowing her gaze. "And don’t you dare try to change the subject. What exactly were you trying to sneak past me?" "About that..." I began, wondering just how pissed she would be if she knew that I was wanting to prepare for battle already. "He wanted to turn his brand new cane into a weapon." Chester offered. Annoyance rolled through me as I shot Chester a glare. The bastard was having no issues with selling me out! "What?" He asked, seeming unphased. "Do you really think it is a good idea to piss her off by lying? Have you never heard the phrase "Happy wife, happy life"? Letting out a growl of frustration, I turned my attention back to Danica. "Listen, I had no intention of attempting to go against your wishes." I sighed, finding th
[Mason’s POV]I stared up into Rebecca’s blazing eyes as a wicked smile spread across her face. "Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?"Did I? No, I didn't, and I truly didn’t give a damn."Sorry to disappoint." I huffed, "But you won’t be succeeding in whatever fucked-up plan you have in mind."At my words, a bark of laughter escaped Rebecca’s lips as she took in my current condition."Are you planning on stopping me?" She asked, pressing her foot against my chest. "How do you intend to do anything the way you are right now?"To prove her point, she began to press down harder until I could feel my bones beginning to give under her weight.Hissing, I reached up and dug my claws into her ankle, causing a yelp of shock to escape. Taking advantage of her distraction, I quickly scuttled from under her and scrambled to my feet. If I wanted to stand a chance, I needed to not be on the ground."You!" Rebecca growled, slashing a wing at me.Gasping, I braced myself as I flew back
[Danica’s POV]I continued to exert strength as the harpie beneath me attempted to break free. By this point, over seventy percent of her body was burned by Bryllie’s white light, and her neck was dangerously close to snapping. Just a bit more and…Gasping, I jerked as pain shot through my abdomen."If I’m dying." Marie growled, a broad smile spreading across her face. "You’re going to die along with me."Confusion whirled as the pain I was feeling intensified and the smell of blood began to attack my senses.Slowly, I let my eyes trail down towards where the pain was coming from and found the hilt of a dagger sticking out of me."You…"Letting out a triumphant cackle, Marie twisted the blade in me and then pulled it free while I clutched at my now open wound in an attempt to staunch the bleeding."MOM!" Bryllie gasped, reminding me that she was still here."Run!" I yelled, attempting to hold Marie in place. "NOW!""No, I won’t leave you!" Bryllie argued, letting her inner light radia