Farren's Point of ViewFor lunch, I decided to head out into the garden. Set up shop beneath a nearby tree. Nature was always a calming balm against the tender spot of my heart. Made my life a little less miserable when misery was all I was used to.Clouds gathered thickly above the branches. But it was a stunning day. Not too hot and not too cold. The perfect temprature. Birds still danced in the overcast sky. Some animals rustled in the leaves above my head. They were the best company to keep. Spoke little to none and never pried into your life.Besides, being indoors with nine other people felt a bit much at the moment. Especially with Priamos skulking about the house. Someone had kicked him in the balls. That someone was me. I wouldn't forgive him easily but having a conversation had to happen sooner rather than later.If it were to happen, I sure as hell wouldn't want it to be in earshot of the little ones.I had chased Rafael out of my home. He had also known about my father and
Farren's Point of View Most of the house remained unchanged. Except for the photos on the walls. Some of those were taken down. But only the ones that I had been in. It had been three days since I had last been here and I had already been erased from their lives. It showed just how much they needed me. How much I fit into this family. No doubt Louisa had taken them down at the behest of Leon. How my mother hadn't noticed the change was beyond me. She loved looking up at our faces from time to time. Admired her children. But I had been the reason her children scattered to the wind, each in their own direction. Leon had taken his punishment personally and now I lost this side of my family because of it. Refused to admit his own wrongdoings and blamed the maiming solely on me. As if he hadn't hurt me. Had gone in to deliver another blow. One could be forgiven if the excuse was right. Two? Well, that was just getting a bit greedy. "Farren," Louisa drawled from the top of the stairs
Camilo's Point of View It was pouring outside. A sheet of rain came down on Lupitum. On the city my father had built. The city my mother loved and improved. My home. Once upon a time, it had been the best place on earth for wolves. A safe haven. My dream city. The very same one that Dominique had destroyed for his own gain. Back when I was a child without a father, I idolized the man. Regarded him as a king and not the wolf he was. When push came to shove, on the other hand, he showed his true colors. Exploited the business my father created from the ground up. Then he had reluctantly given up the title after my family's men became angered that he was still in charge when I was right there. So, we cast him aside. But my mother could never get rid of him. Kept him around, even now. Her little spy. Sometimes I thought they were fucking but Dominique had no time for such things. Even love for his sons was limited. Which only saddened the little boy inside my chest. Once upon a time,
Alejandro's Point of View I was in the middle of my weekly dinner with my mother, step-father, and half-brothers when the call came. As always, my parents didn't speak whilst they ate. The atmosphere was tense. Even Tristan remained silent, with no quips coming from his lips. Dominique had a new project he was working on and things were becoming tenser by the day. Mother had made roast beef with rice, sweet pumpkin, green beans, and a salad. A splendid dinner. One I would normally devour within seconds. But the moment Isa's distressed voice blinked into existence through my phone, I choked on my rice and beef. Let some of the chewed food in my mouth spray onto the table. "Come outside. There has been another shootout." The call dropped. I sagged into my chair and pushed the full plate away from me. My mother's eyebrow twitched up. Dominique continued chewing. Neither Tristan nor Roberto stirred from their food. They were gluttons from birth. Would never give up a meal. "What's w
Camilo's Point of View They followed us from the first checkpoint. Some walked. Others rode on their devilish motorbikes. There were a lot more of them than there had been so many years ago. A precaution, no doubt, after we had murdered the last Sin King. This time around, our luck wouldn't be with us. Not when they carried those horrid fucking anti-werewolf guns of theirs. The bullets were specially designed to penetrate the flesh and dig in deep. Twist into the flesh like an old-school orange juicer. The more our bodies tried to heal, the larger the wound grew. It led to us bleeding out before we could reach a doctor. At least I knew the new King wasn't too stupid. He could be reasoned with to a degree. Not that I wanted to reason with anyone at the moment. I wanted blood. Taste their flesh in my mouth. Rip and tear and break. Because they had targeted the only soft point in my life. Things with Farren were tense. But we would have made it out okay. Or so I prayed to the goddess.
Camilo's Point of ViewWith a wave of his hand, the crowd stopped their ministrations. All eyes landed on him. Well, all the eyes of his guests landed on him. His men on the other hand had their eyes set solely on the three intruders before them.The tips of their guns gleamed in the mood-lit room. Most were against the walls, keeping silent watch over their King. Others were in the crowd. Looked like guests but you couldn't miss the sneers and the flash of metal on them.Alejandro took in a breath. Slid his feet a good distance apart. He was ready for this. Dreaming of ripping into the man in front of us. But Fabian looked bored. Not even close to being threatened in his own Palace. He gave me a lazy grin and shoved the rest of his women off of his seat. Leaned forward on his elbows. His piercing blue eyes would have sunk another human. To a wolf? His stare meant a challenge. And he knew it."I am unsure as to why you would want to do that. I am sure you are well aware of what you h
Farren's Point of ViewThe fluorescent lights burned my eyes as I slowly cracked them open. But it was the least of my worries. A solid pounding settled into the side of my skull. Aching. Crackling. I sucked in a cool breath through dried lips and was met with a stale and sterile taste. Beeping came from my left. Voices from my right. I rolled my eyes to the side. Took in the white-washed room. Everything was pristine in here. Not a speck of dust on any of the surfaces. A curtain hung from the roof a meter or so away.Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. This was a hospital room. The pounding in my skull increased. I wiggled in the hard bed beneath me. Felt a sting in my side. Hissing, I stopped moving. The beeping intensified beside me. I could feel my heart claw at my ribs. Begged to be free of the confines of my chest. This was a nightmare waiting to happen.My fingers twitched beside me. The light became unbearable. Seared spots into my vision. That fucking beeping became all I
Farren's Point of ViewThe Previous DayThere was a cumulative intake of breath as the lie left my lips. My eyes darted towards Nerezza. To the shocked expression on her face. Her cloudy eyes. Absentmindedly her hand trailed to her stomach.Priamos narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion. Slowly, I shook my head. Tried to make it look as if this had been the plan all along. I couldn't stomach the thought of throwing him under the bus. Wouldn't survive the guilt if my mother passed away knowing what her sons had done.Yes, I was the black sheep of the family. The reject. But none of them deserved this. The pain that this information would cause. Maybe I just wanted to hurt someone as much as I was hurting at the moment. That was not an excuse to go through with this.Lysander scooted to the edge of his seat. Clasped his hands together. His face morphed into stone. "You told her?" He asked Nerezza, voice gruff. I blinked. Looked back at my sister. She shook her head. "I did," Priamos conf