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
Wednesday Remus’s POV She looked so delicious in that blue dress, and it made his stomach knot to think of her alone, especially looking like that, with Octavio. The curr was an honorless mongrel. Remus’s mate was in danger, and his instinct was to fight. She was, after all, a white fluffy bunny about to entertain a house full of ravenous wolves. He had to reach Corvin. There was no time left. Remus closed his eyes and focused on his companion. The looming danger heightened his senses, which carried his awareness downstream towards the object of his focus. ‘Corvin, my partner, my companion.’ He thought. Remus felt him trapp
Corvin’s POV Axle and Doctor Cayden also spoke to Corvin in loving, sweet tones only to poison his ears and brutalize him mercilessly. One at a time, every friend lost in battle came to torment him in the same way, ruthless and cruel. The bloody gore and penetrating pain of battle were nothing compared to the horrific, debilitating words biting through the air. Corvin had almost given up. Numerous times… The enemy surged with power and numbers as he lowered his head and weapon. Guilt and despair were the enemy’s life force. And it would never end. Every time he would falter, surrendering
WednesdayElle’s POVElle sat through lunch with Octavio and Arya. Elle didn’t understand most of what Octavio and Arya spoke about. Although, it sounded like routine pack affairs. So, she nodded when she felt it was appropriate.“I am glad that things are in order,” Octavio said, but his face said otherwise.He would have preferred to find what he had expected, chaos. Things not falling apart disappointed him. But he would never admit it.“And, you, Luna, are much more than I could have hoped.” His tone lightened, and pitch grew higher.He was excited and genuine, for once. Elle wasn’t sure wh