I feel fire stir deep within the pits of me. The brothers are once again talking about me as though I’m not here. Furthermore, they’re spewing more hieratical bullshit. As if someone outside their class could ever succeed in life. I shake my head in fever. The anger is licking the pits of me and thr
I sprint through the halls of the pyramid and into Archer’s room. I decide now is not the time to be screamed at for not knocking. Mia sounds like she’s hurt and my instincts are kicking in and telling me to find her. Sure enough, she’s squirming away in Archer’s arms. He has a bottle in his hand
“Fine,” he grunts. “But I’m looking into additional security.” “Fair enough,” Neil says. He looks at me. “Come on. I’ll take you to her room.” We leave Archer’s room and go to the one down the hall. It’s the only one Archer had deemed “on-limits” when he took me on a tour. Neil pushes the door i
I scramble back away from Archer’s grasp. His hands come flying off me and I curl into the corner of the bed, sandwiched between the walls. My heart is beating in my throat. I touch one hand to my neck, trying to see if it’s tender from Archer’s grasp. What I find pisses me off even more. “What th
The next morning, I dropped Mia off with Steven. I taught him how to correctly hold her and feed her. He gave me a half a smile and told me he’d been looking things up all night. It was the first time he was going to be left alone with her and he was so nervous, he could hardly sleep. “I’m sure yo
Coach White lectures us for at least a half hour while we get suited up in gear. We’re all dressed in helmets and chest protectors and all sorts of nonsense I don’t think we need. We’re all wolves with the ability to heal ourselves. Finally, he breaks us off into teams. I’m on Archer’s team and I
I slide right and watch as Archer and Beau do this weird tango. Archer flies up and fires, Beau goes down. Then the opposite. I watch as Beau sticks down behind a fence and tries to reload. His gun’s all jammed up and he can’t fix it. He curses just as Archer sails over the top and nails him in the
The first room I walk into has to be Neil’s. I know because the artwork hanging up screams Neil’s entire personality. It’s clean, neat and immaculate in all it’s glory. His sheets are pressed into perfect lines on his bed. The wood around the room is light and refreshing. There’s one window that loo