LOGINSorry, kiddo's sick so no doubles for now, will do more whenever I can!
Hayes povI’m not sure how much time has passed since Grayson left, but if I had to guess, it’s been somewhere between a few minutes and an entire fucking lifetime.The silver’s still moving through my veins, burning through every part of my body, and no matter how hard I try to keep my breathing steady, every inhale feels like someone’s driving a knife straight through my chest.My body isn’t any better - every inch of skin touching the silver is raw and every time I move, the silver burns against the open wounds, reminding me that I’m not going anywhere. At this point, even my wolf is barely holding on. I tried to mind-link the others, but whatever Grayson did to me keeps me from getting through with anyone. Life’s fucking brilliant. I’m sitting here, chained to a chair in my own fucking basement, enjoying being posioned by my own father and I can’t even warn my mate that something’s wrong. If I ever get out of this shit, I’m going to enjoy watching him suffer. The thought barel
Hayes povBy the time I’m up, the house is still quiet. As I move down the hall, tiptoeing like some shameful bitch after a one night stand, I check if Tate’s still asleep first - his door is closed and I don’t hear a sound other than his breathing. Ophelia is in her bedroom, with the other two and for once, I don’t feel any jealousy, only gratitude for their understanding toward my brother and the need to still protect our mate. I don’t announce that I’m leaving, just grab the keys downstairs, get in the car and drive away. The road back to the territory feels longer than it should. With every mile I get closer, something squeezes harder in my chest. Yesterday still won’t leave my mind, no matter what I try to distract myself with, but that fucker’s Grayson’s voice only comes back over and over again. Just thinking about the way he looked at Tate makes me want to rip him to pieces. So, I grip the steering wheel tighter and focus on the road, quietly trying to convince myself that
Ophelia povCylus and I remain alone in the house for a few more hours. After the stunt he pulled off, I want to kill him because why the fuck is my back suffering because of his unnatural… well… stuff. That aside, he has found a new target - the bathroom, which very clearly is not up to his standards at all. He’s still grumbling something under his breath when the front door opens. “One shower,” Cylus hisses, wiping the dust off a shelf to his right. “Five people and one shower. I sweat, this is exactly how civilizations collapse.”“Nobody’s telling you that you can’t shower faster,” I comment with a grin. “If we’re all quick, there will be plenty of hot water for everyone.”He turns to look at me, opens his mouth and closes it just as Hayes and Tate walk into the living room and I immediately notice that they don’t look right. First of all, Hayes’s cheek is bruised, turning dark purple. Tate doesn’t look any better, even if he doesn’t have any physical proof of having suffered thr
Tate povThe drive is quiet for the first five or so minutes, both of us deep in thought. Hayes’ eyes remain focused on the road ahead, both hands gripping the wheel like he’s trying to destroy the thing and his cheek is already turning dark purple where Grayson hit him. He hasn’t said a single word since we left the driveway of the pack house while I sit here and keep waiting for him to tell me I did fine. I didn’t, I really know I didn’t, but I need him to say something - anything so I don’t have to sit here with my wolf pacing in my head, growling, snarling and reminding me how big of a failure I am. “You can say it,” I mutter once the silence becomes far too much to bear.Hayes doesn’t even look over at me. “Say what?”“You can start with the fact that I froze up - again. Maybe add that I stood behind you like I did when we were kids, all while you handled that bastard alone - also, again,” I grumble and hate the taste of every word that leaves my lips.“You didn’t freeze the wh
Tate povI knew there had to be a reason why I didn’t want to go home just yet. Hayes insisted, pack affairs and all that shit, and I agreed because arguing with Hayes is a waste of air. And that’s exactly why we’re standing in the main hall of the house, facing the great Alpha Grayson fucking Graves. Just my goddamn fucking luck.He’s sitting in the big chair like he never left this place at all, looking at us like we’re out of date inventory, not his children. While he’s glaring at us, I feel myself trying to back away, the unwanted memories of the silver chains from the past crashing into me like a curse. When his eyes land on me, I feel like that small, sickly, useless kid all over again and just like back then, Hayes angles his body to hide me behind him. Grayson’s gaze scans us like we’re beneath the air he breathes, the standard scowl already pulling at his face, “you’re late.”“We’re not late,” Hayes answers in a flat, cold tone. “We came to check on the pack and leave, tha
Lenox povAlister stands in the hallway with a box in his hands, looking like a man who thinks he’s allowed to leave. Well, jokes on that little shit, I’m not allowing it.Ragh is trying to hide behind me, funny really, given his size, but at least he’s listening. I told him we’re on a mission and he agreed without asking what mission. Love the big guy for it - loyal and slightly doomed, never pestering me with stupid questions. “Director,” Ragh whispers as if on cue. “He’s holding the box with both hands, he can’t defend his face or dignity, right?”“Excellent observation, space cadet,” I whisper back. “We’ll start with psychological warfare and let it evolve into physical only if he cries.”Just as I finish talking, Alister spots us and stops dead in his tracks. “No.”“Yes,” I insist and both me and Ragh leave the hiding space. “You’re packing and we’re here to help. I will supervise you and Ragh can be an emotional support intern.” “Bree says I’m comfort,” Ragh perks up and grins







