Ulrich's Point of View All this place had to offer me was a whirlpool of fucking dust. Not a single person had something of interest to tell me. Not even the fucking children. It was the most frustrating scouting mission I had ever been on. It was now evident to me that wolves knew how to keep their lips shut. But after years of myths and legends regarding them, I wasn't surprised. Just frustrated with my lack of intelligence. The town was named Desert Sun in their language. A foreign affair if you asked me. Some poor soul told me the word but I could barely comprehend his appearance in this blistering heat, much less the foreign language he had used. Zulu or some other strange language. The higher-ups weren't going to be impressed with my mission on this side. I could almost feel their angry eyes settling on me. Old cunts that had long since given up their active duty. Bastards, every last one of them. Oh well, what could I have done? Taken them back to my hotel and torture t
Teagan's Point of View Breathing in the air of Eiecrunt felt like a rite of passage. It filled my lungs. Filled my soul. Desert Sun felt like a distant memory compared to the elation I had in my chest. The feeling of invincibility at my back. This was where I belonged. Where I needed to be. Harland was waiting for me on the other side. Happy. In love. Fuck Desert Sun and fuck the people there as well. Jonah could shove his proposal up his ass. I would never move back there. Not even for a million fucking dollars. We were slowly getting off the plane. Moved at a snail's pace whilst kids screamed in their mothers' ears. Ulrich was tightly pressed to my back, causing just enough sparks between us that I wanted to push him backward. Shove him as far away from me as possible. But the conversations we had had was enlightening. There was nothing I didn't tell him about myself. Except for being a wolf, of course. No human mind could comprehend that fact without imploding on the spot.
Teagan's Point of View We were entangled in each other before we even got to the door. All tongues, teeth, and flesh. A flurry of lust. Harland had his hand thrust into my hair. Pulled down on the roots at the base. I moaned heavily and he thrust his tongue into my mouth again. Parted my legs with a knee as I scurried backward. The pressure on my cunt was intense. Built up with each passing second. My arms were wrapped around his neck. Kept him firmly in my grasp. Longing flowed and bubbled between us. As if we hadn't touched each other in years. Yearned for each other so badly that our bodies were dried and shriveled. Finally, we reached the door. Harland broke the kiss for a second but still kept me close. Leaned past me to put the key in the keyhole. I saw my opening. His neck was laid bare in front of my face. Leaning forward I placed a kiss on the tender flesh between his neck and collarbone. Trailed my tongue down until his shirt wouldn't give anymore. Harland shivered b
Teagan's Point of View I woke up to Harland clinging to my side. Staring at me with a calmness on his face. His hand was brushing my hair. Lazy strokes that sent goosebumps down my arms. My legs. He looked as in love with me as the first time I told him I loved him. As in love as he had been nine years ago. His entire world, just an inch away from him. A blush crawled over my cheeks then and I covered my face with my hands. "Good morning," I mumbled from behind my hands. Somehow I never got used to him admiring me this much. Never got used to him staring at me whenever the mood struck him. "Good morning, beautiful." He replied and leaned forward. His lips softly kissed the top of my head, making me blush even more. "How long have you been staring at me?" I asked. Harland shrugged. I moved one of my fingers to look at him. A large grin had spread across his face. "Maybe an hour. Maybe more." Giggling, I twisted onto my side. Placed my hand on the side of his face. Harland le
Harland's Point of View I could tell something was different about her the moment I got her at the airport. She was walking with more weight on her shoulders. Not the fluid motions I had come to know and love. Her brows had a single wrinkle between them when there were previously none. Going back to Desert Sun had changed something inside of her. Chewed at the frayed edges of her soul and spat it back out with no hesitation. I had known it would be too much for her to handle on her own. Knew that if I didn't step in, things would get out of hand. Teagan seemed plagued by memories. Demons that were no longer there but she had witnessed them nonetheless. Even now, standing in front of Ciaran and them, she seemed off. Her entire demeanor changed the moment they mentioned her going back. Looked petrified. Shoulders started shaking. A far cry from the strong woman I had known her to be. Something other than our parents must have triggered her then. Something that cut far deeper t
Teagan's Point of View They knew something was off with Jonah now, at least. It was strange that he wanted to accommodate my parents as much as he did. Strange that he would deny himself a hefty sum of money if I didn't want to go back to his godforsaken pack. Most of my side was now clean. Everything in the air between us. At least none of them blamed for me Jonah's reluctance to sign the deal. But the fact that war was brewing sang in my mind. Blew me almost out of the water. None of them wanted to tell me what was going on because I was vulnerable. At an odd angle in life at the moment. Backing Bellamy. What a distressing thought to have. One I didn't want to think about for too long. Or the fact that they wanted to arm themselves with weapons to go up against Phaedra. All of this meant that we had to get the uranium mine as soon as possible. I knew there was something brewing in the capital, don't get me wrong, but I never imagined it being this bad. For things to escalat
Teagan's Point of ViewThe mall was a crowded mess. Tons of teenagers walked about. Children screamed. And every last bit of it felt like home to me.Before I became the ambassador to Eiecrunt, I had been a stylist. Once upon a time. It now felt more like a fever dream than anything else. Being back here made all those memories come back. Let them flood in in great gushes.Most of my time was spent in this exact mall. Running from store to store, choosing the best outfits that fit my clients' budgets. I would catch ice cream in between stylings at the shop at the far end of the place. Eat lunch at the Boaba Restaurant which had the perfect view of Eiecrunt from its windows. All of now felt far away as I watched people pass by.I decided to sit on one of the benches in the middle of the large building. People watched to my heart's desire. Noticed everything happening around me.When we left home, I hadn't taken my purse. Nor any of my cards. I hadn't bargained on going to the shops.
Ulrich's Point of ViewThis must have been fate or some other form of divine intervention.I was scouting the mall for some people. Anyone who might look like they needed a fix. Some cash. Someone easy. Vulnerable.Until I saw her. Noticed her lounging on a bench between some potted ferns. Her eyes were tightly shut. Arms bracing her body on the bench behind her. But she looked different. Something was off.As if her sadness spoke to me on a deeper level. Called to me gently.I would never refuse to help a lady in need. Especially one that looked this beautiful, even with her sad glow. On that plane, something inside me switched. There was this pull to her that I couldn't explain. A draw that made me hover too close and hold my breath for too long.When we touched on accident, it was like electricity running through my veins. Filled me to the brim with a sense of elation I couldn't shove away. It was intoxicating. Heady.Something I had never felt before until now. Until her.From h