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
Wednesday Elles POV “What do you know about what I want?” She asked sharply. “New York. Parsons. Fashion design.” When he paused, she could tell in his self-pleased expression that he read her surprised reaction well. How did he know about that? “Your own apartment. Well, maybe not your own?” He asked the last question with a slickness that turned her stomach. “I don’t want to share an apartment with you.” She said swiftly. He gave her an injured look for longer than was necessary before shining his pointed teeth in a smile again. “No, but how about a new and r
Wednesday Elle’s POV It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the bathroom door that led out to her room. “Elle, you ok?” Arya asked. Without getting up from the floor, Elle opened the door and let Arya into the bathroom. Arya looked at her for a long moment. Then she dropped to her knees in front of Elle and asked, “are you ok?” Elle didn’t know what to say. She shrugged and wrapped her arms around Arya in a big hug. “If that yellow-bellied white livered bastard hurt you….” “Octavio didn’t hurt me.” Elle interrupted and gave her a forlorn smile.
Thursday-Friday Corvin’s POV Remus wouldn’t stop howling and trying to push forward. Corvin struggled to hold him back. Never before had Remus struggled for control like he did when he was around Elle, especially when he sensed her distress. After Corvin reacted so harshly, Remus had pushed until he agreed to come in here, show his appreciation for what she had done, and apologize. He had done that. It was the right thing to do anyway, and he knew it. So why was she upset now? He heard her sniffle and the crack in her voice and when she turned around, her eyes were wet and puffy. Remus attempted to surge forward again. ‘I have to help
ThursdayCorvin’s POVDespite laying in bed all night, Corvin couldn’t will himself to go to sleep. Then, the awful dreams would return. He let so many people down. Would he be eternally stuck paying for his sins this time if he went back?It was so damn tempting to never speak to anyone again. The fewer people he let in, the fewer people he would hurt. And he would save his own ruined heart just a little.What was worse, Remus blamed Corvin for Elle not being here. He didn’t say it outright, but he wouldn’t stop whining about her absence. How would Corvin ever be able to sleep with all that racket in his own head?
ThursdayElle’s POVWhen Arya came back to get Elle ready, she explained that Corvin was ‘not feeling well.’ Apparently, it was why he said and acted so callously. But Elle already knew that he wasn’t well. Her confirmation only made Elle feel more gloomy. Should she have been kinder, more understanding?As Arya did her make-up, she spoke about how Corvin was not ready to face the council. Elle secretly knew that. But it filled her with an unhappy apprehension to know she was still without him in this matter.When Elle met Fiel at the airport, he flirted heavily with a petite blonde as his men gathered all the bags. She waited for him to finish talking to her. Then Elle sauntered over, cheerfully greeting hi
ThursdayElle’s POV Before going into Alpha PataDiamante’s room, Elle saw Corvin haunting the halls and looking like a long-dead apparition, shadows fed by lack of color. His dark eyes peered out from the blackness of shadows, emphasized by the paleness of his skin—a stalking monster lurking in his gloom. When she left the playful festivities in Alpha PataDiamante’s room, she expected to see Corvin, but he was gone. Briefly, she considered going up to their apartment. But quickly decided against it because she was still angry with him. Besides, she had a ton of other things to do.Her first stop would be the kitchen. With