Monday
Elle’s POV
Over the next 24 hours, the knocks on her door were people bringing food to her and Corvin from the kitchen. But neither Corvin nor Remus awakened. She couldn’t taste the food and didn’t feel hungry. She ate what she could stomach.
She slept on Corvin’s shoulder and gasped whenever he moved. She expected him to wake up at any moment. But she also knew that her expectation was far-fetched because he was still severely injured.
Doctor Cayden would be by soon to look at his patient and ensure that he was getting better. Elle waited for the company impatiently. When a knock came at the door, Elle jum
Monday Elle’s POV Although the words were all single syllables, Axel could have been speaking a foreign language for all the sense it made to Elle. “The who is doing what?” Axel’s face paled, and he took in a long ragged breath before pulling his hands over the length of his face. “Arya is leading the cleansing of the mines. But that left me dealing with the business end of things, and there is a reason Corvin does this.” Elle paused very briefly to consider why the female led the fighting and not the big strong Axel. But Corvin did say she
Tuesday Elle’s POV When she went into the bedroom, it was especially quiet. Corvin’s breathing had slowed a lot. She walked up to the bed and was about to sit down when a low, threatening growl greeted her. She glanced around the room. But as she moved away from Corvin, the growling subsided. She stepped back up to the bed. Remus growled low and threatening again as she sat next to him. She closed her eyes. She wanted to connect with him on whatever level he could experience right now. Gently, she placed her hand on his chest, and Remus barked at her ferociously. “It’s me, Remus.” She whispered softly, begging
Tuesday Elle’s POV After Axel left, Elle looked Arya in the eye, fighting back the tears. “I think I mistreated you last week. I wanted to start with an apology for not believing you and…” Arya hugged her. Elle felt confused and looked to Arya for clarification. “I am so happy you are handling it so well.” Her voice was sincere but exuberant as she tightened her arms around Elle. Elle hugged her back. It felt weird to think she owed someone an apology for so long, and then she just dismissed it. That person acts like what you did was right.
Tuesday Elle’s POV Elle led Arya into the living room, and they sat down next to each other on the couch. Arya was describing what young Corvin and Remus went through together. It fascinated and horrified Elle. She felt for the lost little boy, born a lonely hero. “I want to hear the rest,” Elle told her, extremely interested. Arya chuckled. “He was quite the sight tearing through those monsters at such speed, but for everyone that he killed, there were two more attacking him. I don’t know how he did it. They piled on top of him, but he still held their attention and then held them back so that we could pick at them from behind. It was crazy. But by the end of the day, Axel, Doctor Cayden, and I were the only pack members left out of a p
Tuesday Corvin’s POV Every time Corvin defeated a wave of brutal enemies, another wave would start. He had no idea when he last rested. His fatigued body was sore and his overworked mind exhausted, while the waves of enemies were merciless and exhausting. All Corvin could remember, as he viciously destroyed another monster, were eternal bloody battles. His enemies were unending, and he had no memory before them. The bloodsoaked battlefield was a cold, barren landscape engulfed him in darkness. He had no idea how long he had been trapped in this wretched cage, but he could feel it pressing in on him. Something deep inside knew another time and place where things had been different.
Tue-Wednesday Elle’s POV Someone delivered meal trays for both breakfast and lunch. At dinner time, Axel came and took out the table that Corvin used the night they had eaten on the couch together. It was as if Axel knew every inch of their apartment. He probably did. Axel placed the tray on the table before passing out the food between them while Arya and Elle sat on the couch talking. “We call him Octavio. He was the eighth child of his parents, so seven siblings should have inherited the seat before him. Still, none survived. He has accepted the name as one indicating strength and resilience. But it’s strange. There was no reason he should have outliv
W Wednesday Corvin’s POV Men, wolves, and monsters came at Corvin with constant fervor. Even when one would fall, the enemy would not falter or even slow. They all shared that one thing. The one thing that bound them together; a nightmare family birthed in hate with the singular purpose of taking him out, making him suffer. That one thing? No matter how many men, wolves, and monsters he destroyed, new enemies surged forward to take the place of the fallen ones. His mother’s words had come so sweetly, innocently. They reminded him of the tenderness he knew as a child. No sooner had he accepted the loving, endearing feelings than his mother’s tone turned da
Wednesday Elle’s POV The ride to the airport was a short one, and the airport wasn’t busy. Octavio was gathering his luggage when she entered. He dressed in a black Brioni Vanquish silk suit and Louise Vuitton dress shoes, expensive but cliche. She walked up to him. He and his group of 3 eyed her like a piece of steak as she approached. She smiled welcomingly. “Good morning.” Elle greeted them. “We are excited to have you joining us for the weekend.” Octavio was still watching her figure as he grinned widely at her. “Luna CrimsonNight?” “At your service, Octavio.” She replied with a bit more confidence than she