LOGINElijah’s POV Marcus throws clothes at me as soon as I walk in with Ryan. I roll my eyes and quickly put them on before turning back to Ryan. “What happened while I was gone?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow to warn him against giving me some bullshit.Of course, he ignores it. “You mean while you got your ass whooped.”Marcus chuckles beside me and gives me a straight face when I shoot him a glare. “Your mother is pissed that you missed the initiation and the elders meeting,” Ryan murmurs, walking toward the couch.“The initiation went well,” Marcus adds. “She took care of it.”I bet she did. She would jump at any chance to be a leader. She probably enjoyed it too, and wished I hadn’t come back.“Okay.” I nod and glance at Marcus. “What about the invaders?”“They haven’t been spotted again,” he whispers and leans forward on the sofa. “We’re still trying to track them down. Their scent was masked.”Shit. That just makes me even more uneasy. There are only two ways for a werewolf
Layla’s POVThe door closes behind Elijah and Ryan and I glance at Lucien, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into coming here. But I’d probably already be dog food if I didn’t. Seeing as I’m now a prisoner of secrets and fate and whatever the hell I am.Lucien walks past me without saying anything. He just looks at the destruction around the living room before walking toward the bar like he needs a drink after spending the last hour trying not to kill a werewolf.“Sorry,” I whisper, keeping my voice low and genuine.Vivian sighs and gets up. “Are we staying awake all night?”“It’s been a day,” Lucien mutters. “You can both rest up. Everyone is safe, for now.”He glares at me when he says the last part, and I get a feeling he’s pissed, and not entirely about me wrecking the house. I don’t even want to entertain the idea that it might be because of why I wrecked it. I can still feel something strange inside my chest when I think of Elijah. It isn't pain anymore. It's mor
Lucien’s POVRyan arrives before nightfall. He claims that their pack had an initiation for the young ones and he couldn’t exactly desert the festivities like his dumb alpha did.I look at Elijah still sprawled over the couch, with Layla sitting next to him in a chair. She has refused to leave his side all this time, not even to take a ten minutes shower. Rosa had to bring food to her. Even Lila failed to bring her out of that trance.It is very unsettling. And I’m not a man who gets irritated easily. I want to wake Elijah up and shoot him again.“How long does this shit take to wear off?” I look at Ryan. He shrugs. “I don’t know what’s taking him so long. He usually heals faster.”“Maybe it damaged him more than we thought it would,” Joncil mutters with a chuckle. “Take him,” I whisper to Ryan.“I can’t move him,” he says slowly. “He might wake up agitated.”I frown. “How is that my problem?”“You shot him,” he points out, clearly running out of patience.I grunt and shak
Vivian’s voice barely registers over the ringing in my ears. I’m still gripping the railing, breathing hard as the pain slowly starts to fade. My arms are trembling, and I can barely feel my legs beneath me.“I didn’t do anything,” I manage to say.Vivian is completely speechless as she keeps staring at me. She doesn’t make a move to come down. I assume it’s because of the cracks in the stairs, but it could just be that she is afraid of me.Footsteps suddenly come from the front door. I turn toward the sound just as Lucien walks inside with Joncil behind him.My eyes immediately go to Lucien. His shirt is torn again, and there’s blood on his arm, but he doesn’t look injured. Then I see what Joncil has strapped over his shoulder.My mouth falls open. “Elijah.”He’s unconscious and completely naked except for the blood covering part of his back.“How many times did you shoot him?” I rush toward them.“Twice,” Lucien answers.Joncil lowers Elijah onto the couch and pulls the couch cover
“We’re not even sure whether she will become a Waywood witch,” Vivian looks back at me. “I think you just have the blood.”A Waywood witch? I’ve read about them in history books. They were the most powerful witches because they channelled dark magic. And they created the vampires. Their goal was to create fully dead humans, so that humans would never have to fall sick or die. Instead, their spell created half dead, blood sucking vampires. Like Lucien.The very same vampires are the reason they are extinct. Talk about feeding a dog and it bites you.“Then why does the blood matter without the magic?” I ask. “Why am I beacon even though I’m clearly human.”I’ve never had magic in my life. I’ve never done anything strange. So that is definitely out of the question. “It matters,” Vivian answers, looking at me like I just asked a stupid question. “It’s a scent th—”She gets cut off when Lucien suddenly jumps to his feet. His jaw hardens as his face turns to look at the door. Vivian
Elijah’s POVMy wolf has been restless all night and morning. Every time I manage to close my eyes, he started pacing again. It’s getting fucking annoying. At this point I can tear anything to pieces. He’s right under my skin and refuses to get reeled in.I know exactly what he wants, especially because tonight is the full moon. He kept chanting mate, mate, mate, while doing that damn pacing last night. I haven’t seen Layla since she came to my office last time, but she’s all I can think this morning. She’s all we can think about.A knock on my bedroom door breaks into my thoughts. I quickly get off the bed and throw on a T-shirt that was already lying on the floor next to a pair of panties. These damn women never listen. I specifically told her not to leave a trace of herself behind. Now tell me why there were red panties on my floor?I pull the door open. Ryan, my beta, best friend, and business partner, is standing there with a huge grin.“What?” I ask.“They are ready for t







