Adrian's POV “We come in peace!” Wyatt shouts at me. “Don’t hurt us.” Oh, I don't believe that for one second. I stare at Wyatt's blue-black, and misshapen face, try to take in the multitude of silver burns across his neck and arms. Someone had given him a sound beating before they wrapped him in silver to prevent him from healing properly. I look over at Walter. The twin’s right arm dangles uselessly by his side, and he’s trying his best to hold it in place with his left hand – he has the same silver burns as his brother. Caspian really is a piece of shit. “What happened to you?” “Alpha Caspian…corrected us and bound us in silver on the full moon. We’re not healing as fast as we should. I don’t know why.” Walter says. “It’s because you didn’t shift on the full moon,” I say. “It slows down the healing process.” Not to mention that it tears the wolf apart if they can’t shift on the full moon. It’s a miracle they survived it at all. Behind me, Pippa gets up and stands closer, but
Caspian's POV I veer off the road and into the forest, following the beat-up old car as far as I could, running until I almost launch myself off a cliff. I reroute back to the road, but there are too many cars for my comfort. Frustrated, I roar as I lose sight of Adrian’s car. I turn and run back to the cabin, hoping my mages were able to put out the fire and find some of Pippa’s or Adrian's DNA. They’ve used everything they could gather from her flat and the rectory and they need fresh material to work with. “Nothing,” Niall says when I reach him two hours later. “Did you check at the stream?” I ask. “Yes, Alpha. Nothing. It's very strange. Not even a strand of hair.” “Not so strange for her kind. What about Adrian" I ask, knowing it's futile. "Did you find any of his DNA?” Niall shakes his head woefully. “He knows better than that.” “Fuuuuck!” I scream and turn my rage on the nearest target - a young warrior who just joined our ranks. His eyes widen in fear and he spins arou
Pippa's POV Adrian sinks to the bed and rests his head in his hands. He’s absolutely shattered, but if I didn’t insist that he pull over at this little no-tell motel out in the middle of nowhere, he would have kept going until he crashed us into a tree or something. We drove the rest of the night and all day, only stopping for petrol and food. I tried my best to stay awake so I could keep him company, but I dozed off a few times. Even so, I’m so tired that I can't even stand straight. When we checked in, the man behind the desk gave us a sick grin. “We don’t get many of your kind here,” he said while looking me up and down. “Maybe if you’re done servicing this one, you could-” Adrian grabbed him by the front of the shirt, cutting him off and dragging him halfway over the high counter. “Think carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth.” “Why do you care?” the man croaked. “She’s just a prostit-” “She’s my wife, you fucking animal,” Adrian said and shoved the clerk
Pippa's POVWhen Adrian said we were going home, he literally meant that we were going home.Fifty kilometres outside of the town where I grew up, he pulls the car off the road and opens his door. “Get out,” he says.I am exhausted. We drove for half a day and night, and this time I couldn’t sleep. I’m tired and cranky and not in the mood for games. “What are we doing here?” I ask“Right over that hill is a farm,” he says. “It belongs to the church.”“I know,” I say, “it used to be a work farm for-” I make air quotes -“incorrigible youth.”“Yes, and they ended that program, but the farm has gone unused for years.”“I know. Owen goes…went there once a month to help out with repairs and such.”“The grounds haven’t been deconsecrated.”“Yes, and?”“It has a small chapel…a place we can hide if Caspian comes back. He won’t go inside the church.”“It’s so strange. You go into churches all the time. Has it never occurred to them that if you can do it, they can too? Or do they think you’re sp
Adrian’s POVEvery alarm in my head starts screaming when the elderly groundskeeper approaches us, and judging by the frozen smile on his face he feels exactly the same way. He is the first werewolf I’ve ever met that isn’t afraid of the church. “Lycan,” he whispers softly.Pippa looks at him then at me. “What? How does he know?”“He’s a werewolf,” I answer softly. “He can smell us." I hold my hand out to the groundskeeper. "I’m Father Hans,” I say as if nothing has happened, hoping that the man will catch the hint. “This is Sister Theresa.”The old werewolf shakes his head and tries to smile at me when he shakes my hand. “Don’t…don’t hurt me. I ain’t bothering no one. I jest wanna live me life.”“What’s going on?” Pippa asks.Dammit. So much for hiding out here. I sigh and shake my head at the old wolf. “I’m not here to harm you. I’m hiding, just like you.”“You’re not here to take me to that Alpha Caspian fella?”“No. Why would I?”“He pays people to bring him rogues-” the old man l
Pippa's POV “I’m a what?” “A Cambion.” My head spins like a wild merry-go-round, and I can’t think clearly. I’m half demon. He just said it. How can that even be? How is that possible? “I…I’m the antichrist?” “Noooo,” he says. “That’s not how this works. The antichrist is a very human notion. There’s no such thing.” “How can I have a demon parent? Demons can’t die.” “Yeah, no, they can. It takes very specific spell work, but they can absolutely die.” I have gone completely numb. I swear I can't feel anything from the eyebrows down. “But…how? How could I not know that I’m this…this thing? ” “You’re an orphan.” “But…shouldn’t I feel it?” He gave me a lopsided smile. “You do feel it, sweet girl. You said so yourself. You feel wrong and like you don’t belong.” “But…that means I’m evil, right? I’ll go to hell or…or something. I have to. I’m half demon.” He folds his hands around his mug. “You are not evil. You are incredibly good. So good that I’m afraid I’ll…” he shrugs and sip
Adrian's POVThat actually went much better than I thought it would. She is a little freaked out but it’s to be expected. It's not every day that you hear you are part demon. I imagined tearful denials and rending of clothes, but I guess ten days in the company of a Lycan King running for your life really does have a way of changing one’s perspective.I keep an eye on her as she wanders across the farm. There isn’t much here anymore, apart from a few tractors and two Shetland ponies grazing in the paddock. I watch as she casually strolls over to the young chestnut mare and puts her hand on the animal’s flank.The horse whinnies and nervously paws at the ground, but when Pippa puts her head in the pony’s neck, the mare calms right down. A few minutes later, the pony throws her head back and affectionately rests it on Pippa’s shoulder.Whatever else she may be, her kindness is ingrained, and the animal can sense it. She doesn’t fear Pippa. Even from the living room window, I can see my
Adrian's POV “Turn around,” I say. “Why?” Pippa asks with a naughty little sparkle in her eyes. “I have to get undressed.” “So-” she says and opens her arms wide -“undress.” I’m suddenly, and acutely aware, that she’s a virgin and has probably never seen a naked man before. I have never felt this awkward before. “Uh…this is really not how I envisioned it.” “Envisioned what?” “You seeing me naked for the first time.” She laughs softly and perches on the edge of the table. “I have to see you naked sometime, don’t I? If we’re mates? Isn’t that where this is heading?” What the actual fuck? “What is going on with you?” “What do you mean?” “Three hours ago you were a shy little virgin girl, now you’re all…this-” I waved my arms in the air -“whatever this is.” “Oh. I don’t know actually. I just know I feel…funny.” “Funny? Funny how?” She shrugs. “Oh God, we need an experienced she-wolf to tell us what's going on here.” “Why?” “I think this is what happens when the bond starts