Raina’s POVThe scent of burnt coffee clung to the sheriff’s office like a second skin. Papers were scattered across the round table, a half-finished map of Windshade pinned to the center with coffee mugs and open files. Red markers circled each crime scene, and there were more circles now than there had been last week. Too many.Nina sat beside me, twirling a pen between her fingers, her brows furrowed in quiet frustration. Across from us, Sheriff Grant rubbed his temple, squinting at a page in front of him like it might start making sense if he stared long enough.“This doesn’t add up,” he muttered, pushing the file away. “There’s no pattern. No DNA. No tracks. Just bodies. Drained and dumped like some twisted message.”“It’s not a message,” Nina said softly. “It’s a warning. It’s getting closer.”“Or bolder,” I added.The room fell quiet for a moment. The buzzing fluorescent light above us hummed the only sound.Sheriff Grant let out a long breath, then looked between us. “Raina, y
Liam’s POV“You need to come back to Manhattan with us. Your brother is losing it.”I let out a dry laugh. “Ian doesn’t lose anything. Especially not his mind.”“No,” the werewolf said, lips curling over his teeth. “But he’s losing his morals.”I didn’t flinch. Instead, I tilted my head, studying him.“You know, when I said I’m listening, I expected some kind of explanation. Not vague, cryptic shit. I’m not fucking Sherlock.”“Steven.”I straightened. “What about him?”“So the name does ring a bell. I heard he was ‘punished,’” he said, air-quoting the last word.“Steven disobeyed a direct order. He went rogue.”The wolf shook his head. “He didn’t. That’s the lie Ian wanted you to believe.”“Ian wouldn’t lie to me. Transparency is one of the traits that makes him a good leader.”A wave of scoffs rippled through the wolves. The man raised a hand again, silencing them.“Transparency? Or manipulation? Let me ask you something, heir to the Nocturnus clan.”I didn’t let my surprise show. No
Liam’s POVHow could she say her first time wasn't important? I'd heard enough stories to know it’s one of those unforgettable memories most girls carry with them, etched into their bones, burned behind their eyelids. And yet Raina just shrugged it away like it was nothing.Something was off.I couldn’t voice the suspicion clawing at my thoughts—it was clearly a sensitive topic for her. Drilling her with questions wouldn’t help, even though my curiosity burned like acid in my veins. But what if… what if I’d been right all along?I took a cautious step closer, intent on studying her expression a little longer, when the soft pat of footsteps on the landing made me freeze. My head snapped toward the door just as it swung open.“I brought dinner—”Instantly, I flicked my fingers toward the open window, summoning a gust of wind. It billowed inward, ruffling their hairs and shifting their attention long enough for me to launch myself out.I landed silently on the roof above Raina’s bedroom,
Raina's POVThe contents on my reading table came crashing to the floor as I landed with a thud, my butt now occupying the space. Liam stood between my legs, his hands buried in my hair as his mouth worked over my bare breasts. I gasped, digging my nails down his back, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping me grounded."Jeez, Raina, are you sure about this?" he panted, trailing kisses from my nipple up to my neck, then capturing my mouth again.In response, I fumbled with his trousers, my fingers struggling to get the button undone. "Why the hell is this thing so complicated?"Liam chuckled, his breath hot against my lips. Without warning, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bed. The next moment, his trousers were on the ground, and his full length was on display in the soft moonlight streaming through my window.I watched him, my gaze hungry, making no attempt to hide the desire burning inside me. He lowered himself gently, his weight settling against me. I
Raina's POV "Nina!" I called over my shoulder as I led Silas into the living room. "There’s someone I’d like you to meet."She popped her head out from the kitchen with a bottle of juice in her hand, her brows lifting the second her eyes landed on Silas. I didn’t miss the way her lips curved upward, or the approving sweep of her gaze over him."Well, hello," she said, sauntering over. "You didn’t say your friend was cute."Silas gave a crooked smile and held out his hand. "Silas. Nice to meet you."Nina shook his hand with a smirk. "Nina. Best friend and protector in one package."He laughed softly. "Good to know she has backup.""Always." She leaned toward me and whispered loudly, "He’s cuter in person."I rolled my eyes. "Behave."We all sat down, and I tried to ease the tension that had crept in from the earlier sheriff visit. Nina did most of the talking, rattling off stories from college while Silas listened patiently, occasionally laughing or tossing in a witty comment. I watch
Raina's POV I didn’t understand the sensation clawing at my chest, tightening with every word from the sheriff. It felt like betrayal—like something inside me had cracked open.I realized, despite everything, that my hatred for Liam and his kind had always been a bluff. Maybe it was how much he’d helped me, or the quiet space he’d carved out in my heart during our time together. I wasn’t sure. All I knew was, beyond the lies, I believed him when he said his kind had nothing to do with the killings.“I know this might sound unlike me, Sheriff, but I don’t think vampires are responsible for what happened.”Nina gave me a sharp look and mouthed, ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’I ignored her. My gaze stayed on the sheriff seated between us, his shoulders hunched, head bowed in grief. The other cop stood guard near the door, eyes darting, clearly uneasy. I didn’t blame him. He’d followed his superior expecting justice, not a bizarre conversation about legends. Judging by how he wat