(Quinn's POV)There was a tremendous storm in the night, and I had fallen asleep in my chair at some point. When I woke up my neck was killing me, and my legs had cramp. I couldn’t stay here for very long because aside from it not being ideal, it isn’t safe or good for my body. I would have to get some things from my house if I am going to head back to the university today. It would not be easy, though. My mother rarely left our apartment and I can’t see her letting me take my stuff out. What I need is for my friends to sneak into my house to get my things. As if on cue, Emmerson and Piper appear in the den. I do not know how they knew I was here; it didn’t matter though, not really. Now that they have found me, I feel like it is the universe telling me I am on the right track, and that I can do this. They are going to get into so much trouble for sneaking out of the compound, not to mention they stole food and drink for me. I hate they are risking their own places in the pack for m
(Quinn's POV)With each step I take away from home, the weight of my decision becomes heavier. Am I insane for doing this? It's not like I have another choice. Magnus cast me out, and he won't let me back in the pack until I choose my mate. If my plan works, everything goes back to normal. If I fail, and I'll have to return home and choose a mate. Alone in the darkness, a shiver runs down my spine. Maybe I am just being paranoid, but I just can’t shift the feeling that I am being watched. It is after dawn and instead of the sun rising and the birds singing, there is only silence, and I hate it. I didn’t enjoy living in the middle of nowhere before. I have always been a social person, or at least I tried to be. It isn’t easy when the only people I could interact with were the ones in the pack. When I got to London, I realised everything I had been missing out on, and I wanted it back.I think I will ever truly be happy within the confines of the pack. It's not like I have a choice in t
(Quinn's POV)The fluorescent strip lights lining the wall of the subway flicker on and off. I don’t know what's wrong with them, it can’t be the bulbs as they are doing it at the same time. No one else exiting the station seems to pay any attention, but I am intrigued with the smallest of details, because I don’t know what is going to help me later. Even something this minor could have some significant meaning. As soon as I step foot on the street, I can tell that the city has become a ghost town. The shops are open, but there are few customers. This is worse than I thought. I walk into a small convenience store close to campus to get some supplies. I hope I can get in the dorm building, otherwise my journey here would have been for nothing. Supplies are limited, but I take as much food as I can carry. I can’t live off crisps, chocolate, and energy drinks for very long. Hopefully, there will be something healthier in the dorm from the shop we did before we left. When I reach the un
(Salvatore's POV)The perpetual twilight has brought the once bustling city of London to its knees. It’s a stark contrast to just a few weeks ago, when the streets were full of life and now they are eerily quiet. The pavement is worn from the countless feet that have walked over them through the decades. Each step once held a story of their own. Now they are a part of a singular tale embedded into the bones of the city. The buildings, once bustling with life, have become silent sentinels. The bricks hold the secrets within their sturdy walls. They seem to have absorbed the history of the city, like ancient mentors guarding knowledge only they possess. As I move through the historically intricate streets. The air itself carries the weight of time. It's as though the past is desperately trying to bring life back to the practically abandoned city. With each breath, I become a part of the collective experiences of those who have walked these streets before me. London has always been a cit
(Quinn's POV) The streets aren't what they used to be. The vibrant nightlife that's been buzzing with life only a few weeks ago is empty. From what I gather, the only bar that is open is one the vampires have taken over. It's a shame because it was the one that my friends and I loved the most. I don't want to be going in there, especially not alone, but I have no choice. I need to get answers, and I know I will not get them inside the laboratory or my room. If I could observe the vampires and see how they're reacting, it might give away more than I could find out just by listening to them. If I were a vampire, I wouldn't be out wandering the streets even though the eclipse had made it nighttime twenty-four seven. At least, not unless I was certain that there was no risk of the sun coming out. It would kill them all in an instant, and I don't think that they're suicidal. I leave the lab and head up to my room so that I can get changed. I doubt I'll fit in where I have to go, and the
(Quinn's POV) The country was far from pure before all this happened, but now it is even worse than before. What was once normal has turned into a dark seedy world, that the people here seemed to be okay with. In fact, a lot of them seemed to thrive in the new environment. I cannot understand how they can just be okay with what is happening to them, but they don’t seem to care. They are oblivious, and it is almost like they are walking around wearing blinkers. There is nothing I can do to help the people here. I take a seat at the bar and order a vodka soda. I hadn’t planned on drinking, but I need to fit in. There doesn’t seem to be any alternative to alcohol on offer here, so I just have to go with the flow and sip my drink. I need to keep my head clear and focused. It wasn’t about partying or trying to enjoy myself because the main thing is to get information, and I can’t do that if I was inebriated. A shifty looking vampire walks past me, and I can tell from his skin colour and
(Quinn's POV)I follow the emo vamp inside the building and head straight to the bar. From my seat, I can see most of the open-plan layout, and the vampire I am watching isn’t hard to spot. The people here are a different class from where we had come from, and I stand out like a sore thumb.Thankfully, no one is paying any attention to me. They are all too busy trying to win it big on the casino floor. Hypnotic dance music plays in the background, and it is just another tool that they are using to keep the people here for as long as they can.Inside the building, it is a different universe from what is happening outside, and I cannot believe how far away from reality this place is. The lights and sounds are overwhelming my shifter senses, making it difficult for me to stay focused on the vampire. The car that brought him here is waiting outside for him, so at least he won’t be able to get out of here without getting past me.The bartender slides a drink in front of me and when I frown
(Quinn's POV)Jumping onto the bed, I let my body sag into the soft mattress. I have been so stupid, and none of this would have happened if I had just stayed at the compound and choose between the twins. Now that I think about it though, I know I wouldn’t have been able to go through with the mating ritual, and if I had stayed at home, there would have been nothing I could do to stop it. No, I had done the right thing. Magnus would not have allowed me to stay otherwise. I need to stay positive and figure out a way to get out of here so that I can get on with my mission to fix whatever the vampires have done. Jumping off the bed, I stomp to the door, and pound my fists against the hard wood. I continue to bang on the door. “Let me out,” I scream at whoever is listening.It doesn’t matter how much I scream for someone to tell me why I'm here. No one answers me, not that I am shocked by the silence. I stop yelling for a minute and listen. There was someone outside my room earlier, but