Naya's POV I have never been a dreamer. Most of my nights are uneventful and I wake up without any recollection of being in another realm in my head. But today I wake up drenched in sweat, and my breath heavy and punctured with gasps of fear. My hands are shaking, I am utterly terrified, but I can't remember why. I have just had a nightmare, but I don't remember a single detail from it. I don't know what happened in my dream, but it's the scariest thing ever for me. I manage to turn on the lights, to make sure that I am indeed awake from this nightmare. I wash my face in the bathroom, then go to Jordan's room to make sure that she is okay. It's still dark, just three in the morning, and I can't seem to go back to sleep. I take my phone and decide to take a walk downstairs and maybe get myself an early cup of coffee. Maybe this is a headstart for me, since I have taken over the hospital since chief Baron died. It wasn't a source of debate, because technically, the hospital'
Erus' POV “You should stop saying so much crazy things, girl.” “I'm not crazy.” She snaps. “I need your help since you need mine. We can help each other, but you have to swear to me that you are going to keep your word.” “Why do you have to die with your master?” Devon asks her in a stern voice. “You are a young girl who has probably dedicated many years to learn the ways of a healer. Do you think Valarie would want you to do this?” The girl looks down without a single tear in her eyes. She is such a petite and innocent looking girl, but she has the heart of a lion.Her request is very strange, nothing like anything I have ever heard before. “Take me to see the grave.” I instruct her. She heaves, but turns around and leads the way. Devon and I don't say a word as she leads us to the back of the cabin. A few steps deeper into the bushes, we come to a fresh mould of sand. The young girl takes her clasps hands together and whispers some prayers to her late master. "Who buried
Erus' POV I didn't protect Naya as well as I thought. I paid for secret bodyguards to follow her around, I also made sure that no one suspicious was close to Jordan, but I have failed. I'm not a very spiritual person, I try not to be, but Devon has convinced me that we need to see a healer immediately about this. I have the best person in mind. The same healer who prophesized that Naya was my mate. The one who told me that she would come back to me. If there is anyone who would be able to answer my questions, then it's her…We leave my car in his house, and we take his jeep. It will help us get as far into the woods as possible. He drives the car into the night, and he keeps glancing at me. I keep staring ahead without a single emotion on my face. “Are you scared, Bloodton?” He asks. “Scared?” I scoff. “I have never been scared in my life. I'm just angry at myself for what has befell Naya.” “Come on, man, you don't need to beat yourself about this.” He sighs. “You don't und
Erus’ POV In the fall of the night, I drive alone to Devon Greene’s house. It's a small duplex in the quiet side of Moonclaw, where most of the foreigners lived in luxury. The lights are turned on, and his cars are packed in the front. Thank the goddess that he is home, because I didn't call before coming. When I pack the car next to his may batch, then I ring the bell. The door opens, and Devon's eyes widen once he sees me. “Alpha Erus is at my doorstep. Who would have thought this day would come?” He snorts. “Are you going to let me in or not?” I roll my eyes. “Please, be my guest.” He opens the door even wider, and steps aside to allow him to pass. Devon seems to be a sort of minimalist, even though he is a billionaire like myself. His house does scream of luxury the way mine does, but he barely has anything interesting going on. His walls are painted a boring kind of Gray, and he has just two arts displayed on the wall. Allen Fisher's art work. They aren't cheap at al
Naya's POV My nurse instincts immediately kicks in. I help Gwen into the car, and shut the door. I drive away, heading straight to the hospital to save her life. She grunts in the back seat, and I catch a glimpse of her through the mirror. “Hold on, we will be there in a minute.” I tell her. “I'm fine, you shouldn't worry too much.” She shuts her eyes. She is lying. I can tell, even though it seems that she has a very high pain tolerance, but I can now see how white she is. The wound on her torso is bandaged up, but it was such a deep wound that she managed to bleed through all layers of the material. What even happened to her?! That's a very suspicious wound, and I don't know if I should call Erus and tell him what's going on. “Don't even dare.” She glares at me. It's like she can read my mind. “I was just thinking about it.” I say. “I wasn't actually going to call him.” “Well, don't. Because this has nothing to do with him.” She throws her face out of the window. Well,
Naya's POV I and the rest of my colleagues work for three days straight without taking more than a few hours to rest a little. At the end of the longest shift of my life, I still have to get into my car and drive myself slowly into the road. My hands are shaking from fatigue. I haven't seen my daughter in three days too, but I'm not breaking down– not yet. I don't drive to my house, no, I drive all the way to the other side of the city, where my best friend's apartment is. Once Sherry opens the door, her eyes squint with pity once she sees me. “Oh Lord, poor you.” She leads me into the house. I ignore the chairs, but sit on the ground, kicking off my shoes. “Mummy!!” Jordan jumps into my arms. I'm so sore that her hug slightly hurts, but I'd allow her to do it tentimes again. I miss my daughter. I kiss her head and stroke her hair. Sherry sits in front of me, her kind eyes never getting off me. “How are you feeling?” She whispers softly, holding my left hand. “Terrible.” I