LOGINXenia’s POV I moved around the kitchen. I wasn’t even fully awake yet, just humming quietly to myself while flipping the eggs in the pan. It was one of those rare mornings when the house felt calm… too calm, honestly and I wanted to enjoy it for at least five minutes before something came to ruin it. Anything could happen these days and I was learning that pretty fast Then I heard faint footsteps upstairs.I paused, spatula halfway in the air. For a second, I honestly expected Donald to stroll into the living room like nothing happened last night. The man was unpredictable, especially when he was drunk, and the way he’d stumbled into the house… I wouldn’t have been shocked to see him wandering around aimlessly this morning.But the stairs stayed empty.The living room was empty too.“Figures,” I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes. “He must’ve slipped out again.”That man had mastered the art of disappearing. I hissed under my breath, annoyed that the peace I was enjoying came with
Lena’s POV The pounding in my head dragged me out of sleep like someone was knocking from the inside of my skull. Slow, steady and painful. I groaned, pressing my palm to my temple before my eyes even opened. My lashes fluttered, letting in blurred shapes, familiar shadows, and the faint glow of early morning light sneaking through the curtains.Griffin’s room.I didn’t need to sit up to recognize it, the scent gave it away first. That subtle mix of cedar, his cologne, and something warm that always made the place feel like a safe spot even when I didn’t want it to. The layout, the large window with the heavy curtains, the black chair pushed against the wall... all too familiar.I blinked a few more times, trying to shake the fog out of my head. My limbs felt heavy, almost like I’d run a marathon and then gotten hit by a car afterwards. I shifted slowly, dragging myself up into a sitting position, pushing my hair back with my hand.The mark on the back of my hand, clear enough to be
Xenia’s POV It had finally been a peaceful evening.For once.No drama, no yelling, no emotional explosions out of nowhere.Just me, a bowl of popcorn on my lap, a glass of juice beside me, and Netflix playing something stupid and comforting that didn’t require brain cells, yep… gross romance.The living room lights were low, my phone was upside down somewhere on the other side of the couch, and for the first time in a long time, I felt myself sinking into the cushions like gravity was doing me a personal favour.I let out a long exhale.“Finally,” I muttered, stuffing more popcorn into my mouth. “Just peace.”Then—SLAM.The front door almost flew off its hinges.I jumped so hard I nearly tossed the whole drink.My heart started sprinting before my brain could even catch up. I spun around, expecting… I don’t know. A burglar? A serial killer? A demon doing late-night home visits?Nope.Lilith.She stumbled inside looking like she’d been dragged through a tornado and then shoved into
Donald’s POVThe hotel room was quiet… just too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, staring at my phone like it held answers I couldn’t get out of myself. Xenia’s name was right there on the screen, just one tap, and I’d be calling her and maybe she’d pick up, maybe she’d say something that would make all this mess in my head settle for a second.My thumb hovered over the screen, not touching it, not pulling away either.I locked the phone and tossed it beside me.I didn’t want to admit how pathetic it looked. Sitting here like some abandoned idiot waiting for someone who wasn’t even thinking about me. No messages, no calls, not even a short “Hey, did you get home?” Nothing.She didn’t care… she didn't!I’d shown up at our apartment days ago. I didn’t need anything I picked up, half the stuff wasn’t even needed. I just wanted her to react, to look at me, to ask me why I came, get mad, yell or something, anything at all.But she wasn’thome,
Lilith’s POV I should’ve run earlier.Even before everything went to hell, before the window shattered and the assassins poured in, there was already that feeling crawling up my spine, like the universe was warning me, like I should’ve taken the hint and left Griffin’s stupid house behind but no. I stayed because I’m an idiot or because I can’t resist him. Take your pick.The last attacker I fought had slammed me hard enough against the bookshelf that my vision blurred. My forearm stung where his claws grazed me, and adrenaline was the only thing keeping me standing. I’d managed to throw him off with more luck than skill, and honestly, that should’ve been enough for the night.But then again.One of them had Griffin pinned down, his claws raised, ready to slice Griffin’s throat open like it was nothing. Griffin was fighting, but it wasn’t enough not against seven of them or when he was already bleeding all over the damn floor.And me?I stood there.Frozen.Every muscle in my body sc
Griffin’s POV“So this is your plan?” I growled, teeth clenched, muscles coiled. “This… is what it’s come to now?”Lilith blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity of my tone. Her lips parted like she was about to speak, then she hesitated. “What—? No—”“This wasn’t your call?” I snapped, stepping toward her. My claws itched, barely restrained, and every nerve in my body was alive. “You brought them here?”“I didn’t!” she hissed, eyes flashing with defiance. But I didn’t have the luxury of reading the truth on her face.Because the next second—CRASH!The front window shattered in a violent explosion of glass. The sound made my ears ring, and shards sprayed into the room like deadly confetti. I barely had time to blink before two black-clad figures leapt through the opening, silent, lethal, mid-shift already. Their movements were preternatural, trained beyond any ordinary human or wolf.Instinct took over, my body moved before my mind could catch up.The first one lunged for m







