M I K H A I L My heart jumps in my chest. Immediately, the first thought that enters my mind is that one night where I met trouble the same way as now. I keep thinking to myself that at least this time, I will be prepared. I ready myself, prepared to attack in case the shadow comes any closer, but then the door behind me opens. I glance behind me, seeing Yana exiting into the balcony. โYou shouldnโt be here,โ I blurt out, causing her to look hurt, but when I look back at the space by the beach where the figure was standing, it was no longer there. I face Yana again. โIโm sorry. I donโt know whatโs wrong with me. . . .โ โThatโs alright,โ she says in a fairly light tone, but I know that sheโs hurt by what I said.โI just want to know if everything is okay.โ โYeah,โ I say, then I shake my head. โNot really, no.โ I expect her to tell me she will be leaving then and I would not blame her at all if she decides to do so, but to my surprise, she just winds up behind me and hugs me from t
Y A N A The next few days are wonderful, which are not expected at all. After the incident in Mikhailโs house, we became closer than ever. Every day for the past week, he dropped by the apartment to bring flowers and food for me and my friends, as well as the workers who are still trying to fix all the damages done to the apartment. But yesterday, it was time to go. โI really wish it didnโt have to be this way,โ Deborah told me as she watched us load all of our stuff into the truck. โIs there no chance of you staying?โ As she said that, she was also wiping some very fake, very dry tears from her heavily done eyes. I wanted to roll my eyes but I stopped myself. We all knew that the only reason she didnโt want me to leave was because she got some pretty fat checks from Mikhail, who was also there while we were preparing to move. Instead of walloping Deborah like I so badly wanted to, I just smiled at her and patted her back. โI donโt think there is a chance for that, but we might b
Y A N ANeedless to say, I forgot everything when Dad called my name. The sly, evil part of me wants to pretend like nothing happened and move on, but the more humanized part of me wants to wait and see.And when I notice the hopeful expression on Dadโs face, I immediately feel my humanized side winning by a landslide.A strong urge to hug him overtakes my body, but then I remember how Margotโs birthday went and the things he said to me. I especially can recall in great detail how he basically ignored everything I had to say and still ended up comparing me to Gwen despite me telling him that I didnโt like it, word by word.I can feel my face turning sour, and that makes Dad stop in his tracks, his face contorted with caution and confusion.I hate seeing the confusion on his face. Itโs almost like he still doesnโt know what the hell he did wrong and that bothers me.Like, come on. I told him as clearly as I could that I hated it when he always compares me to Gwen. For the first time in
M I K H A I LThe first thing that strikes me is disbelief and denial. In my head, I was already discounting everything that happened here. I think to myself that hey, perhaps Iโm just being weird and stupid about it, because the whole thing is strange already. I mean, the thing Iโm experiencing at the moment is probably just paranoia.I look at Evan and heโs also sniffing the air, frowning with a thoughtful expression. Seeing this on his face makes my heart jump. Is he going to look up at me and tell me that he can indeed smell Yana and confirm my worst fears? Or is he just smelling something else that heโs still trying tp figure out.The denial in me is working too damn hard. As I stop in my tracks and look around, I keep thinking to myself that he wonโt say anything. In fact, Iโm silently begging him not to say anything.But of course my illusion shatters when our eyes meet and he just says, โCan you smell that?โI only nod, waiting for him to supply the rest of the information and
Y A N AโNo update from Mikhail yet?โ Lily asks as she prepares more gift boxes for the jewelry giveaway for the launch. โItโs been . . . what, two days?โโTwo days, and no update,โ I reply, looking up from the pool of turquoise earrings and silver bracelets that I have spread on my table. โI did talk to Evan and he said that heโs a little swamped, so itโs all good. Kira is always here and sheโs helping us. I donโt think we need to involve Mikhail in this.โAs I say this, I remember what his parents said, yet again. Over and over those memories played in my head, and there seemed to be no escape from them. Even now, I still think about it. Itโs almost terrifying at this point.But itโs not the only reason why I said what I said. I actually believe in my own words.For the past two days, all we did was get things ready for the launch. The men have worked overtime and finished everything, while the three of us were in the studio making jewelry for the guests.There will be thirty guests
M I K H A I LโAre you sure youโre alright?โ Evan asks as we start to walk toward the car. โNot going to lie, boss, youโre starting to look pretty rough.โI shake him off, but this simple motion almost sends me face-first into the ground. My equilibrium is being tipped over, I can tell, but Iโm not about to let Evan see this and take me somewhere I donโt want to be, which is some sort of treatment facility that will inevitably inform my parents.Or worse, tell everyone that Iโm in grave danger.That will surely rouse the Lycan world and make some idiots think they have a shot on the throne.So even though I feel like I will hurl and end up coughing out my stomach, I force myself to walk and head to the passenger seat of the car. Evan gets into the driverโs seat and looks at me again.โBoss,โ he begins, โAre you okay?โโEvan.โ I match his tone and give him a stern look. โPlease just drive so we can get the fuck out of here.โโOkay, okay!โ he mutters, flooring the accelerator until weโr
M I K H A I LMy hands start to shake bad. I look around me and it seems like the whole room is swimming, getting blurry right before my eyes. Itโs like oxygen has been sucked out of the room, and here I am just gagging for it.I stagger back. The music and the laughter in the venue suddenly sound like loud mocks. Iโm about to make my way to someone--anyone I know-- but then I run into Kira.โSir, are you okay?โ she asks in concern. โDid you find Yana?โTo my utter horror, Lily and Jason also appear at her sides and smiles at me. The sheer happiness on their face just from seeing me makes my heart sink. I turn to their expectant faces and I quietly hand them the paper.Then I have to stand there and watch their faces fall.โOh, god. . . .โ Lily looks up at me with teary eyes. โWhatโs happening? Who is this?โโItโs her old friend Brody,โ I manage to answer. โI will find him. I will take Yana back. But you three have to promise me that you wonโt halt the launch. Make an excuse about Yan
M I K H A I LI stare at Brody, and immediately my body goes into overdrive. Energy is humming in my veins, and I can tell that itโs Kingsley doing his best to provide me his power without breaking our form and shifting in front of all these humans.However, their scent and my hate is making me feel strange. Iโm eager to tear them into pieces, and Iโm basically just hungry for blood at this point, which is a primitive sensation that I never felt before.But I still control myself.โIโm getting them ready,โ I say, which is a total lie, but my voice sounds believable enough that Brody falters a bit. โTheyโre going to be freed and handed over to you once I make sure that Yana is well.โHe grins, but I can see his lips shaking. โSure. Sheโs right over there, so you donโt have to worry about anything.โHe starts to point vaguely in the distance, and that makes my temper flare.โI donโt see her,โ I say in a low voice. โI have to see her.โโYou will later,โ he says dismissively, taking a ste
M I K H A I LThe aftermath of what I can confidently call a war was almost . . . calm. There were no notable ups and downs, but I couldnโt really say there were no hard emotions involved. I guess what I could say about it is that it is subdued. Quiet. Defeated.We are the winners, my family and I. And yet victory is not something that we feel.Because today is the burial of Uncle Amos, and we have to remind ourselves once again that someone we considered our family has betrayed us and died in the process.But of course, we all know that the pain and fresh betrayal and perhaps even guilt that my parents and I are all feeling right now is nothing compared to what Evan is feeling.After Yana and I kissed in the hallway a week ago, I went to see Evan. He was in the morgue, crying over his dead fatherโs body, which was in the other side of the place being embalmed. We couldnโt see the process, only some views of it through the little window on the door.He turned to me abruptly when I wen
M I K H A I LI let go of Uncle Amos, only letting the tips of my sharp teeth graze his neck and not letting things get too far.I realize that I may have proven him right by doing that. He called me a coward, and perhaps I really was, because I have the chance to kill him right now and I'm still struggling with the morality of it all even though he never stopped to consider that for me or my family.What am I doing? How can I do this? How do I finish this fight?I hate this. I hate this so much. I hate that I have to do it, I hate that it is the only thing that would keep Uncle Amos from causing more harm. I hate that Iโm the one who has to stop him . . . permanently.And most especially, I hate that after everything heโs done to me and everyone I care about and love, I still have some amount of respect and love left for him.Needless to say, I should be as cold as him now. I should be able to take him out without feeling an ounce of remorse. I know everything he did now. He basicall
Y A N AEvan moves quickly and seizes my wrists with one hand as though binding me, pushing me against the wall. I yelp and gasp, looking at him with my gaze full of questions.He shoots me a meaningful look and I immediately get that this is all for show. He's trying to make it look like he's trying to subdue me.It would make a pretty convincing narrative, I have to admit. It would look like I somehow managed to escape from my bonds and my cell just to wreck the princess up and end up killing her. The story might crack if they realize that I'm just a weak human with no special abilities whatsoever, but at least it would do for now.To add to the credibility of it all, Evan turns to the warriors and says, "I got it under control, everyone."They hesitate, and I can see their eyes flitting from him to me and to the princess, who's clearly gone.The warrior in the front who I assume is the leader steps forward. "What happened here?""She managed to get out of her chains and out of her
M I K H A I LWithout hesitation, I pull back, clench my fist, and break out of the chains that are binding me to the wall.The needle in my arm breaks, spilling the hissing formula of the wolfsbane potion everywhere, causing it to burn holes in the actual concrete. I step on it, not caring at the small sting that it causes, not caring about anything much at all except for my parentsโ safety.Strength is flowing in my body like a lush river, endless and loud and raging. I face Uncle Amos, who is watching me without a clear expression on his face. But when he sees me breaking the bars of the cell with my bare hands, he smiles.โYou coming to hurt me, nephew?โ he asks tauntingly. โAre you going to kill me? Because I bid you good luck for that.โWith that, he rushes towards me with no warning, his fists already clenched. I have to admit that I didnโt anticipate his speed at all or any kind of grace from him, so I donโt manage to parry the punch that he lands against my face.My head sta
Y A N AIt's strange seeing Evan again, even though it's barely been a full day since we last saw him. Even as I stare at him now, I can't believe he's actually here.Evan holds out his hand to me, reaching through the gaps like Sienna did. "Can you reach me?"The answer is, I can. I can definitely reach him and take his hand if I want to. The only problem is that I don't. I don't want to touch him.I don't want to trust him.I remember his father and how he attacked Mikhail like it was nothing, despite Mikhail seeing him as his father. I remember how he almost killed me. Also, I don't know if I'm hallucinating or what, but I do remember him saying that his son was involved in the whole thing somehow.Now, I can't see Evan the way I used to. I know he helped us through it all and even warned us, but I can't shake off the idea what maybe he was involved in everything somehow. Like actively involved.Hell, for all I know, he just set up a trap for us so his father could take me and Mikh
M I K H A I LI have no body.I canโt feel anything physical. The only thing I have now is my consciousness, and even that is waning in and out of focus. One moment, everything is dull and muted, then the next, everything feels sharp. Sometimes too sharp. So sharp that it hurts, even though I have no physical form to experience that pain.Iโm surrounded by an endless sea of black. Nothing in the distance, nothing up close. Just a whole lot of nothing. I want to inhale and feel the air in my lungs, but I donโt know how to do that.Slowly, memories of what happened start to come back to me.I remember having a great night with Yana. I remember waking up with her. I remember the peace in my heart knowing that I will be with her like that, safe and warm and loved, but all of that gets shattered the moment I heard Evan calling.And the call was late. They were already there.What I didnโt expect was that the whole thing would be led by Uncle Amos, who Iโve confided in and looked up to. Eve
M I K H A I LMy body freezes when I hear those words. I look at Uncle Amos, wondering if Iโm hearing everything correctly. I feel like Iโm in a bad dream, and everything is going downhill.The only thing I want to do right now is get away from here with Yana, to save her from all of this because she doesnโt deserve it. However, there seems to be no way out. The Lycans are all over the property, and the car is still too far away for us to access.โYou can let me take over,โ Kingsley says to me, and I know that he wonโt let me down, but I donโt want to scare Yana. I also know that Iโm outnumbered.And if Amaraโs ability is also present in these Lycans, I might not stand a chance. I would definitely end up risking Yanaโs life, and I would not forgive myself for that. This in itself is already tough to swallow. I canโt live with myself if something happens to her because of me and with me present.Uncle Amos stares at me, tilting his head as he tries to understand my expression. Somethin
M I K H A I LI lean back against the couch, watching Yana catch her breath as the fabric of her suit falls limply down her shoulders. Something about how the light slants against her smooth skin and lights up her eyes is making me want to pounce on her and have her screaming my name under me, but I relax, taking in her beauty.I lift my hands, touching her softly, just tracing the tips of my fingers over her skin. I can feel goosebumps forming. I can feel her shivering. I can see her pleading with her eyes, but I donโt hasten my pace.โDo you want me?โ Yana whispers.โVery much, yes.โ I lean in and plant an almost chaste kiss on her collarbone. โIโve wanted you like this for so long. . . .โโThen have me. Take me.โSmiling, Yana takes both of my hands and puts them on her breasts, using the tactic of using my hands to pleasure herself again. She flicks over her nipples, gently tugging and twisting them with my fingers. She moans, closing her eyes and throwing her head back when I sta
Y A N A"What?" I blurt out, a little too loudly.Evan hisses under his breath and steps forward, clamping his hand over my mouth. "I said, we will be crashing the wedding. It's going to happen tomorrow. If we get lucky now and we don't encounter any problems, we can do it today. Understood?"I nod frantically, wishing I can ask what kind of trouble we can encounter here and what all of this means, but I know that time is precious. Besides, every second he spends here is a second too long and an obvious risk. If he gets caught here, then the mission is dead.However, I just have to ask him one question. Something that's been bothering me since he showed up."Evan?" I whisper against his hand. When he raises his eyebrows, I ask, "Why does it seem like you're working against your father?"A pause, and then he says, "That's because I am."โDo you know what happened to him?โ I ask again, deciding to just screw it. I might as well just know what happened to that man. โIs he . . . a bad per