Avery's Point Of View “Quinn?” I asked in shock, blinking my eyes in disbelief. “Yes my beautiful Avery, it's me,” he said passionately, approaching the cage. I moved back until my back hit the other edge of the cage. “Quinn,” I murmured silently, tears rolling down my face. I remembered my last encounter with him and how he had killed my child. “Why do you run from me my love,” he asked calmly, giving me a confused look. “What do you want from me?” I asked in fear, my hands trembling as I struggled to sit still. “I told you I was going to come back for you didn't I?” He asked firmly, retreating to the stool he usually sat on. “I don't break my promises,” he said quietly, running his hand through his hair. My mind went blank for some seconds as I tried to understand what was going on. “But you were abroad,” I said suddenly, blinking my eyes in disbelief. I knew that was a foolish thing to say but Amos had promised me that he was going to keep me safe. He promised me that
Avery's Point Of View “Let me out!” I screamed again, hitting the cage multiple times. “Shut up!” The man screamed angrily, hitting the case with a whip. I was startled by this, seeing that the whip had spikes on it. “Make her shut up for some hours, I can't stand the noise,” the man said calmly, snapping his fingers once again. Suddenly my cage was open and I was let out, or so I thought. The men grabbed me and injected something into my shoulders, in spite of my attempts to resist. “What did you do to me?” I whispered weakly, my legs numbing as my eyes began to close. “Lock her up,” one of the men said firmly, as I was dragged back to the cage and locked up. I failed to understand what was going on and why I needed to constantly be restrained. “Are you sure he will come?” An unfamiliar voice asked, as my eyes began to open. “Yes,” the response came quickly. I lay still, hoping to hear some more information but no other words were being said. After a few minutes of lyin
Avery's Point Of View “If you want to know the truth, come to the abandoned warehouse just outside the hotel,” the small note read. It was laced with something I couldn't understand and suddenly I couldn't move. I had seen this sort of thing back at Moonlight Pack but I didn't expect to experience it here. “Someone is watching me,” I whispered weakly, feeling my consciousness slip. I opened my eyes and found myself in the same spot I had fainted. This meant that the person who stole my mother's diary had not yet escaped when I arrived and had made me pass out so that he or she could escape. “I have to find the truth,” I said calmly, taking a deep breath and standing to my feet. I looked around for anything I might have not carried and finding nothing I picked my bag and walked out of the room. “You must be mad or something,” one of the managers growled, slapping me across the face. I looked back at her in shock and anger not understanding why she hit me. “You think this is
Avery's Point Of View “Are you okay Miss?” Martha asked calmly, worry filling her eyes. I blinked in confusion because this wasn't the type of response I was expecting from her. Was she not scared that I was a werewolf? “Are you not terrified?” I asked in confusion, my eyes fixed on hers. “I was only terrified that you wouldn't wake up Miss,” she responded softly, taking my hands in hers. Only then did I look at my skin and realize that I had transformed back into my human form. I breathe a sigh of relief, a little smile plastered on my face. I didn't understand what had happened the night before and even that morning but I was glad that it was finally over and hoped it didn't happen again. “Work, I'm late again!” I screamed in panic, jumping up from the bed and startling Martha. “Miss please slow down, I beg of you,” Martha pleaded anxiously, but before she could finish speaking I was already in the bathroom. “You just had a big scare, you need to rest,” Martha screamed
Avery's POV “Miss!” Martha screamed in panic, banging the door continuously. “Miss! Please open up. You are scaring me,” Martha confessed exhaustedly, as she continued to bang on the door. I had been quiet for a long time because I didn't know how my voice would sound if I spoke up. “I am fine Martha, please go back to sleep,” I finally said, trying to sound as calm and normal as possible. Who was I kidding, my voice didn't sound anything close to normal but I hoped Martha wouldn't notice. “You are being very strange Miss,” Martha said calmly, worry etched in her voice. “Don't worry Martha, I am fine, can we talk tomorrow, I need to sleep,” I managed to say, trying to max the pain I was in. “Please just open the door, Miss, I need to see you and know you are fine,” she said anxiously, taking several deep breaths. I didn't respond to her request, frustrated by her persistence. She was right to be worried about me, I was worried about myself too. But I couldn't let her see me
Avery's Point Of View “Shit…shit…shut!” I screamed in horror, as my still-sleepy eyes landed on the clock. I was incredibly late and even more confused as to why Martha didn't wake me up. “Martha!” I screamed anxiously, looking towards my door expectantly. “Yes Miss,” she answered immediately, hurrying to my side. “Why didn't you wake me up?” I asked hurriedly, as I tried to find something to wear to work. “I did Miss, but you seemed too weak to wake up so I decided to let you sleep some more,” She said innocently, showing me to the bathroom. My towel, shower gel, and every other thing I needed were there and neatly arranged. “Thank you, Martha,” I said calmly, as I rushed to shower. I ran as fast as I could, checking my watch and praying that my lateness wasn't noticed. “There she is, the star of the show,” one of the chefs said sarcastically, eyeing me up and down. “I'm so sorry, I…” I stammered, trying to explain. But in truth, I had no excuse for my lateness, I didn't