(THIRD-PERSON POV) — Writer's pov THIRTY MINUTES LATER. "I survived!" Was Tank's returning speech as he returned from Peter's scrutiny and entered Raphael's house. "What are you up to?" He stared at Raphael who was bent over a traditionally clay pot. "Please excuse me, Tank. This needs my undivided attention." Raphael hissed not sparing a single glance at Tank. "Must be very important, then." Tank walked twelve feet's closer and landed beside Raphael. He stared into the point which was sizzling on fire. "What the heck is this, how come you have several different colours of liquid in one pot , Raphael?" "Count Tank, it's just three and I need you to be silent for me or for Thorne, if you may." Raphael pleaded with him. "You know I can't do that when I'm intrigued and awed. It's physically impossible for me." "You should leave my house in that case." Raphael pointed at the door. Tank ignored him and fixed his eyes on the bubbly liquid.
(THIRD-PERSON POV) — Writer's pov "Uncle." Raphael stood a fair distance away as he tried to gain Peter's attention. That was never going to happen though, at least not yet because Peter seemed to be on a phone call which had all of his attention. "Uncle." Raphael called again, this time he walked up to the man and nudged him in the shoulder, something he wouldn't dare to do in the presence of guests or servants. Peter took the phone off his ear and turned to him, "You saw that I was on a call." He shook his head. "But I also have something important to tell you." Raphael said. "It would have to wait. There's something I have to take care of." Peter stated ignoring him. "If it involves sending in men to sweep the Bloodmoon pack in search of Thorne, then you might need to exercise some patience." Raphael said as a kind of suggestion. "What do you mean?" Raphael straightened his cuffs seeing that he had finally gained Peter's undivided atten
LYRA'S POV My heart had literally jumped out of it's place in my chest and into my mouth as I listened to everything Lira had to say. Not all, because I wasn't even sure if we were done yet. I stared at the crescent mark on my left palm, it meant a lot after Lira explained what it meant to me. Unlike the other things she had mentioned, it was the only one that brought a sense of comfort, or belonging, also acknowledgement. And there was still something she mentioned which I found hard to believe. Not about Patrick being my father, that wasn't hard to believe, that was just impossible. I just didn't want to believe that Thorne was a primordial. I had spent years thinking I was the only one left and now to discover that Thorne was one. I wasn't just surprised, I felt disappointed, he never mentioned it to me, there was not even an hint, and he meant to keep it away from me. "Are you also a primordial?" I asked Lira feeling a rush of warmth fall over me. Before t
LIRA'S POV "Coming here?" Lyra asked. "How could that have been a mistake, you clearly arrived at this pack just so you could spy on us, isn't it?" "Come on Lyra, calm down. Just let her speak." Elyan placed a hand on her shoulder, Lyra carefully used her right hand to remove his hands. I ignored the look on both their faces to answer Lyra's question. "I didn't actually come here to spy on the Bloodmoon pack. I came here to have a much better life and not one that relies on Patrick. I just wanted to live my past behind and live a normal life, one that didn't involve hiding myself from Patrick every single day. I just think that I would have achieved that life if I hadn't chosen to come here." "How do you mean?" Elyan asked me as he placed both palms on the table only a few inches from mine. "Patrick had his sights set on the Bloodmoon which I didn't know about prior to coming here. I only knew of his plans to take over the Nightshade which he still hasn't a
LIRA'S POV The room was quite, dark, sullen, I didn't know where I was and I could hardly see anything except for Lyra and Elyan's faces in front of me. There was a small desk lamp standing right in the middle of the table, the table wasn't that big and it's width was probably somewhere around twenty centimeters. I heaved a sigh, now is to begining the investigation process. I already knew why they brought me here, it was something I knew I signed up for the moment I told Tank the truth and… it caused a ache in my heart knowing he hadn't come to see me ever since then. "We're just going to keep this simple and fast, Lira." Elyan started as he folded his arms. "What's your name?" He asked. I had not the guts to ask if that part of the process was totally necessary or not more or less consider the underlying fact that they knew what my name was. "Lira." "Your full name, Lira. It's thoroughly necessary." He clarified. "Okay…" I muttered with a
(THIRD-PERSON POV) — Writer's pov "How is Thorne?" Tank asked sneaking into the room as he had just avoided being caught by the citadel's guards. He wasn't a fugitive, no , but having a strange face around especially within the pack house's walls would arouse attention which he didn't want at this exact moment. For now, they had yet to tell Peter, Thorne's uncle about his situation, and Tank didn't think he had the guts to stand in front of the regent and tell him that. Raphael would have to be the one to take on that mantle. "I don't know, I haven't seen any movement of changes. He is still the same as yesterday." Raphael responded as he took a few notes. Tank stepped into the room properly and locked the door, "You know the regent might soon catch up to it." Tank started, Raphael paused what he was doing and asked. "Catch up to what?" "I mean not us being here but he might soon catch up to the fact that there is something wrong with Thorne." He