Dylan couldn't help but shake his leg in anxiety as he looked at the passing buildings through the tinted windows. His eyes feasted on the sight of the aftermath of even worse riots and rampages at the capital, but his mind wandered off to his mate.
"I should be over there," he mumbled to himself before biting his lower lip so hard that it bled. His nails dug into his palms as he clenched his hands into fists. "I shouldn't leave her alone like this."Dr. Johnson, with the help of the cabin crew, had set up a makeshift operating room at the aircraft since transporting Isabella to a proper medical facility was too risky, considering that her pregnancy was a little out of ordinary in the first place. He insisted to stay and wait until the surgery was over but Enzo convinced him at it would be better to make use of that time instead to plan out the attack properly. Dylan thought that the sooner it was over, the sooner he could come back to Isabella…and his child. BuThe next moment Dylan opened his eyes, he was greeted by the same ceiling that he last remembered he was staring at, except that his room was bathed in an orange hue that made the old room look a little bit better. Sitting up, he flinched at the growing headache and his eyes stung.He brought up an arm to his face to wipe off the stains of tears in his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. When he glanced at the sky through his window, the sun was already starting to set at the horizon.Since Enzo was probably giving them the rest of the day to breathe before jumping into action yet again seeing as he wasn't disturbed even once despite being asleep the entire afternoon, he decided to go out and take a stroll around the neighborhood, which probably was not a good idea considering how sketchy everything in the area looked. But he decided that idling around wouldn't be good for his mental health so he forced himself to jump off the bed.After a quick shower and changing
"So, this is where the building is," Enzo explained as he pointed to a particular spot in the map that he laid down on the table. The rebels, along with Amelia and Dylan, leaned in to get a closer look. "As expected, it's quite far from the presidential estate. It might be around an hour and a half drive from there but Lance and I will be going out first thing in the morning tomorrow to confirm that."Dylan looked at him as he talked. There was a slight hint of redness in the corner of his eyes but despite his pale skin, it wasn't so bad that it was noticeable at first glance. Perhaps it was quite easy for him to detect it since he witnessed him crying his eyeballs out just a few hours ago.The stroll back to the inn was silent but nowhere near uncomfortable. It was almost like they reached some level of closeness due to the event, but once they walked out through the cemetery gates, neither of them spoke about it."A larger team will be dispatched here," Enzo c
I took a random onesie from the tall heap of clothes on the bed and raised it on eye level. It was an adorable tiger onesie, complete with striped ears and tail. Laughing, I turned my head towards Dylan who was staring at little Felix in his crib, and showed him the clothing. "Look at this. It's so cute!"He peeled his gaze off of him to look at me before flashing me a smile. "Yeah, it is adorable. Felix would look great in that."We never really had the time to shop for clothes and essentials for Felix but it was a good thing that everyone—Dr. Johnson, Amelia, James, Lance, and even Enzo—were more than willing to do the shopping for us. Now, even as I was already digging through the pile of clothes, they were still opening more shopping bags and dumping them into the onesie mountain."Enzo chose that one," Amelia announced while fishing out another onesie from a bag. Her face then broke into a grin and she held the clothing up for everyone to see. "But this! This loo
I rocked Felix in my arms back and forth as I studied the scenery outside through the windows. The inn was run-down, blending in perfectly with the equally shady and unkempt establishments outside that lined the cracked streets. Beside from Dr. Johnson who had been constantly checking in with Felix and I as well as personally delivering my meals, I haven't been seeing anyone else for the past couple of days at least. Being locked up in this room, although undeniably spacious enough to get my daily step count in, was almost making me feel claustrophobic and lose my sense of time.After confirming that Felix was finally asleep, I gently and slowly tucked him into his crib. He groaned softly and moved to hug his favorite pillow. I smiled at the sight before turning to the now-empty wall facing the bed. The white walls had a few stains and cracks but the drill holes were especially prominent. There used to be a mounted television there but, per Enzo's instructions, was removed. He pr
"Stay in contact," Enzo told a rebel, whom Dylan still didn't recognize, while handing him a burner phone. He wondered how many burner phones that werewolf actually has but was not curious enough to ask. "Go to the rendezvous point after the signal."And on that note, the rebel took his backpack and marched out the door. Dylan walked over to Enzo the moment he wrapped the conversation up and gave him the mug of coffee that James had prepared for them earlier. It wasn't as hot anymore but he couldn't care less and just handed it over to get rid of it."Who was that?" he asked.After taking a sip from his stale cup of coffee, he replied, "That was Dave. He's going into the estate disguised as one of the guards to spread some rumor about an attack.""Wouldn't he get caught, though? I mean, I don't think anyone could just waltz in and pretend to be a guard, even with a uniform.""Amelia Crawford knows someone in there," Enzo made a face of disapproval at the mug before se
After excusing himself to quickly throw some clothes on, Dylan headed back to where Enzo stood by his desk, waiting for him while impatiently tinkering with the small metal parts that he noticed were idly placed on the table moments ago. The drawer remained open.He frowned and risked taking one of the knives out of the drawer, carefully as to not make even the slightest contact with the silver. He wrapped his fingers around the leather handle and inspected the weapon up close. He wanted to flip the knife around and weigh it out on his hand but was too nervous to do so. The scar on his chest tingled as if it was reliving the pain that he suffered from."Of course, you will be given guns, too," Enzo told him with a shrug. "But having supplementary weapons like these is important.""How about the scabbards?" he asked while scanning the rest of the contents of the drawer. When he found none, he proceeded to look at the rest of the things in his workstation."Of course
"I don't think I signed up for this."Enzo laughed and handed him a bottle of water. "You're the perfect test subject. Your body conditions are great, and you heal a lot faster than most werewolves."Dylan didn't know what to feel about the sudden chain of compliments so he decided to remain silent as he gratefully took the bottle and downed its contents in one gulp. His insides were starting to burn after transforming back and forth into his wolf and ordinary form multiple times in a row. They also recently discovered that the pills had mild side effects too, and he was experiencing them at the moment—dizziness and slight nausea.He abandoned the crushed water bottle on the floor and tightened his hold on the blanket he wrapped around himself before standing up. Just as what she has been doing for the past few days during the test runs, Amelia stood a few yards away from them with a pen and a clipboard, avidly jotting down notes for data."How many pills did I take?” he
Amidst the bustling in the room, Dylan heard the door swing open. He turned towards the doorway and saw Isabella in a wheelchair with Dr. Johnson standing behind her with his hands on the handles. Her hair was tied into a quick bun with strands of dark locks sticking out of it. "Isabella,” he mumbled under his breath in surprise upon landing his gaze on her. He didn't think he would be able to see her before he left and was glad to be able to do so. With a small smile on his face, he ran towards where Dr. Johnson parked her wheelchair out in the hallway, just right outside the door.Once he reached them, the doctor took the initiative to give them some space and left. Dylan closed the door behind him, drowning out the sounds of shuffling footsteps, Enzo's loud instructions, and the clinking of gears and weapons. He got down on one knee to match her eye level and cupped her cheeks with his palms. He thought about how small her face looked in his hands. "Hey, there,” he whispered while