Enya pov
My cheeks burn; I feel like all the blood running through my body will end up in my face. I hide behind Vincent as the shirt is rolled up, and I don't want anyone here to see me half-naked. Besides, something tells me way too many shifters would ask me about my scars. And that's not a topic I want to talk to anyone about; if anything, I'd rather forget the fact and keep hiding it. The Alliance has always said that scars make a man look like a real man, but they have never mentioned women. I believe that scars don't make me beautiful; they are a part of my journey- the ugly, vicious and inhuman journey. They are a constant reminder of what I have done, of the horrible crimes I committed.
I think Vincent realises how uncomfortable I am, so he doesn't budge. "Aros, can you do me a favour and leave my office for a few minutes? I'll let
Vincent povSince my oh-so-wonderful Beta lost a requisite stack of documents, we have been sitting in the file room for about three hours. We have checked every drawer, every shelf, and even underneath. And nothing. I needed these documents to form an alliance with another pack, but I guess that will have to wait until tomorrow. It's already too late for me to call Alpha Brandon and ask him to send new copies here. He's a mated man with a pup on the way; I can't be the ignorant douchebag who keeps him away from his family.Besides, finally, I have someone waiting for me to finish work. I have dreamed of this day, but I never thought it would actually come. Dreams don't come true as often as we'd like, so I consider myself lucky. Having Enya and being able to call her mine is more than I could have dreamed. And actually, just having her by m
Vincent pov Two fucking weeks. Fourteen damn days. Three hundred and thirty-six excruciating hours. While mountains could be moved in that time, I haven't been able to close my eyes for more than two minutes. Every time my body gives out and I pass out, I see her leaving. Over and over again. Though I haven't found her, I haven't caught a whiff of her scent- I've done enough to make every person in my pack avoid me. The night I found out Enya was gone, I trashed the entire living room in front of Angela and her family. The only positive thing about that shit is that they left. They left me alone and won't come back until I calm down. Needless to say, I have no intention of calming down anytime soon. Unless she comes back.
Enya povI climb the tree and find a branch sufficient to support my body weight. Not that I have much of it left- I struggle to find food in these parts of the woods. Free land is dangerous, full of rogues and banished monsters, but I love it here. I feel like I belong. I am as much of a monster as they are, but the difference is that they had no choice, while I became one by choice.My gaze sweeps over the trees and wanders down to the ground. Finally, most of the rogues have moved on, and I don't have to fight off any more. Every day I spend here is like a game with only one outcome- either they die, or I do. I focus on the rogue that's still around; he eats the one I just killed. My day would have been better if that son of a bitch hadn't decided to attack me. Now I have to deal with hunger and a huge open wound on my thigh.
Vincent pov"Vince?" The voice beside me startles me, and I almost flinch. I place a hand over my heart and exhale deeply. "Where are you going?" The question throws me off. Where am I going to go? Out for a run? To the nearest bar to get more drinks since I haven't drowned my misery yet? On an endless mission to find her, even though so many attempts have been unsuccessful? That's a good question- where am I going?I turn and look at Aros. Not much has changed; there's still worry in his eyes. I can't bear the guilt I feel for the things my best friend is going through because of me, so I avert my gaze. "I have to let Damien run. It's been a while," I lie. It's not about running, not anymore- every time we leave the packhouse, I check all our borders, hoping like a fool that I'll run into her nearby. Just for a moment, Hell, a second would do. I want to
Enya pov The last thing I remember... The woods, free lands and the wolves. Giant feral wolf, attacking me just as one did the night of the ritual ambush. My lungs burn, and I can't open my eyes. I try to move but soon realize I'm sitting in a chair; my ankles are tied to the chair legs, and my arms are tied behind my back. I don't see anything, but judging by the excruciating pain, I can't be dead- the pain will always be there to remind me how alive I can be. Great, fucking fantastic. What's even better is the fact that I'm obviously not alone. "She's awake." I have no idea where I am, but all I can say is that I'm in a room, and the person who spoke is standing pretty far away from me. At least the crazy person isn't trying to get too close or hover over me. I hate it when
Vincent povNow it makes sense. Now, it makes so much sense that I'm feeling physically sick. All the time Enya's been under my roof, we haven't heard from Red. The Alliance terrorised a lot of packs, but none of the attacks was led or supported by Red, which was suspicious enough. They never had their army move out unless that shithead stood before them and told everyone what to do. And now they're telling me Enya was Red all along? MY person, MY woman, and the angel who put me out of my misery was to blame for the suffering, to begin with? I fell for an actual enemy? Was that what she was trying to tell me every time she pointed out that we were enemies? She wanted to warn me, she tried to confess, and I never cared enough to listen to her. Am I the bad guy, or is she to blame for this mess? I don't know what to feel anymore.I stare at her face as the
Enya povI knew this day would come. Sooner or later, it would come, and Vincent would find out who I was. I tried to tell him I wanted to warn him, and I even ran away just to escape this moment. But life is a bitch as it is, and I'll never be able to escape the day when my life goes downhill. There's no point in thinking about the beautiful moments we shared. I can't rely on the memories of how he held and kissed me every time like I was the centre of his universe. Although those moments made life worth living, I knew they wouldn't last. I stare at his back, wondering what to do. I don't want to fight anymore, I've had enough of violence, and I refuse to spill any more blood.Vincent clears his throat and brings me back to reality. "So, what's it going to be?" Is he that eager to find out if I'm going to keep killing his people or if I'm g
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENT SCENES AND A DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. PLEASE, READ THIS ONLY IF YOU'RE 18+Enyoy xVincent povI stand in the middle of the arena, scanning the crowd forming around me. I never really thought about how many shifters were in my pack, as I see a few every day, but now the realization hits in. Hundreds of shifters of all ages sit in their seats, eager to see the end of this fight. My gaze settles on Katie, who has taken a seat in the front row and is eagerly waving her hand at me. As if I need her support.I close my eyes and beg the Moon Goddess to help me with this. I don't want to fight Enya, but I can only prove my position here by doing just that. As Alpha, I am t