Cassandra's point of view: Not only me but the warriors standing behind me were shocked to hear him begging us for his death. But, they didn't, not even once, relaxed their posture. They stood tall and stiff, ready to take charge if needed. "Why do you want us to kill you?" I asked the zombie. It was quite hard to breathe in the same air as him since his mouth stink. Yet, I held on, hoping to get the answers the dark energy within me was hoping to hear. "They tortured us." His voice softened as though he was re-living every moment he'd suffered. He had sounded gruff at first but then, his voice had turned more... human. 'What is he talking about? They... who?' I questioned the voice within me. Unlike earlier, it ignored me. "Who tortured you?" I heard myself questioning the zombie instead. "I don't know them. They took us from our homes and imprisoned us." He answered me as if he felt obliged to obey me. That was weird! I couldn't help but think. "Where?" The dark energy wit
Cassandra’s point of view: I stood in the dungeons corridor, feeling at a loss as to what had happened and as to what to do next. Now that the thing within me wasn't hanging above the surface anymore, I felt stunned with the warriors staring at me as though waiting for my next command. Their Alpha was injured and with their Beta in a coma, they were clueless without a leader to guide them during such a strange experience with an unseen human turned into some sort of a creature. The enormity of the situation I had just handled was sinking in. Taking in a deep breath, I said, "Until Alpha Dalton doesn't get to the root of this problem, don't tell anyone about it. This man might be wrong about the Moon Howlers."I looked through the small squared window at the human who was currently lying down on the cold concrete floor even when there was a bed in the room. I'd made sure to keep him in a room the furthest away from the rogues imprisoned here. He shouldn't know that we're werewolve
Cassandra’s point of view: It was as if he had always been in my life and I’d just been on hiatus – waiting for him to come back. We fumbled backwards against the door to my bedroom… pushed it open. My room had been cleaned for the day, and my bed had been freshly made by the servants. Dalton lowered me down upon it, his hands running through my hair, on my body, hungry to touch, hungry for me. It felt good to be in his arms again. It felt so right. This was why it had hurt so much when he had stayed away from me for the past two days – because I’d felt as if I’d been losing a part of myself. All the confusing thoughts and puzzling emotions I’d feel about him would go away when he’d be with me. His presence felt divine enough to make me feel so at peace that I’d forget about anything else. He had this charismatic presence that would distract anyone. That must be because he’s an Alpha… that would explain why I’d always feel like this around him. It couldn’t be just me! Yeah, that’
Dalton’s point of view: Cassandra lay in my arms on her bed and I couldn’t help but turn and kiss the top of her head. To have her here with me… safe, no longer on the pack grounds with that creature running loose, but here, and secure, no longer in danger… she had no idea how that made me feel. She’s back where she’s always belonged and where she’d always belong. In my arms! I’d watched the warriors take me away and had searched for Cassandra through the people leaning above me while they laid me down on that hospital bed. I’d peered over the heads of the people, waiting for Cassandra, waiting to see her pushing her way through, looking for me. But she hadn’t, and I’d begun to fear the worst. Had something happened? Why would she stay behind to face that creature? I know she might be able to control that thing much more than me but the mere thought of her facing that creature alone chilled me to the core. It even made my wolf restless. Once the nurses and the pack doctor had fu
Dalton’s point of view: We’d spent the last fifteen minutes or so laying in her bed while she explained everything that the creature had told her. “So, you’ve got that creepy thing locked in the dungeons?” My eyes went wide in surprise. “How did you even get that creature down there? Did no one see it?” She threw me a pointed look. “He’s a human, not a thing.” I gulped and then, nodded. “You’re right.” “Well, it seemed like he knew a lot about the experiments the Moon Howlers were doing on some humans they’ve captured and imprisoned.” She stated. “You might want to investigate him, that’s why I got him locked down there.” “That was a wise thing to do.” I gave her back a gentle rub. “What do you think you’re doing?” She narrowed her eyes down at me. “W-What?” I cleared my throat to hide that I’d actually stuttered. But from the looks of it, she caught onto it. Dang it! “Are you really patting me like a dog right now?” She asked with a faint growl. Her eyes flashed blue, alert
Cassandra’s point of view: I stared down at our hands when he interlaced our fingers. Heat flooded my cheeks. His hold on my hand tightened with reassurance as he opened my bedroom door wider. He seemed confident and sure of himself as though he knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn’t his wolf or that dark energy controlling him. It was just him. I was so stupid for being mad at him because of Ashley. That bitch touched him. He never wounded her arm around his. ‘But, he didn’t push her away as well.’ My wolf reminded me. ‘I think he didn’t want to be rude to her.’ I said. ‘I don’t think so -” “Shush! Stop it!’ I scolded my wolf, not wanting to ruin my good mood. Dalton pulled me along with him as we walked outside and down the hallway. There was no one around. They must be waiting for Dalton down in the living room area. When we reached downstairs, Jasmine was the first one to see us first as we turned the end corner leading towards the living room area. Dalton let go of
Cassandra’s point of view: I spun on my heels and stood right in front of Dalton, blocking the zombie's sight of Dalton as he whizzed past the warriors, heading straight for Dalton's... blood. "No, you don't -" I was taken aback when he pushed me away, sending me crashing into Dalton. Dalton quickly grabbed onto my arms and growled angrily at the zombie, warning him. The zombie was so out of it that he didn't catch onto the warning. He was more focused on sniffing the air around us... more particularly around Dalton. The stench of blood was strong on him... too strong. It was strong enough to make the zombie smirk in triumph as though he'd found his afternoon snack. Well, he did in fact found his afternoon snack. Why the heck would Dalton just come down here in his bloodied shirt? 'Maybe he wanted to be devoured by this thing!' Sierra chimed. 'Now is not the time, Sierra! I've got a zombie to handle.' I deadpanned. 'Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!' My wolf ordained. I
Cassandra’s point of view: A brooding silence fell over the pack, everyone unmistakably having heard the sad news as well. No matter how bad Marcus was, he was still their Beta and a pack without a Beta by their Alpha’s side was like a pack without their Luna by their Alpha’s side. Betas were usually the right hand men of Alphas. They were usually someone an Alpha could trust with their life. But, Marcus has been anything but trustworthy. From what I’ve seen, Marcus was jealous of Dalton for being the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. They had always been at each others’ throats. Until Dalton doesn’t find a new Beta for them, this void would be felt through the entire pack. Just like the void of a Luna to lead the pack by their Alpha’s side. That would only be filled when Dalton gets the right woman to lead the pack alongside him. As for me… well, I couldn’t really tell how I felt hearing this news. He’d been lying in a coma, unresponsive for like more than a month now and honestl