Gino’s POV The memories hit me like a ton of bricks, relentless and unforgiving. I see myself standing in the heart of the pack’s territory, younger, full of hope, with a fire burning inside me. It feels like yesterday, yet it’s been years—decades—since that fateful night that changed everything.I remember the tension thickening in the air, the whispers spreading like wildfire. The elders’ voices echoing in my mind, their words coated with suspicion and anger. I fought to defend what was ours, to stand for loyalty, for justice. But I was too late.The elder—an old, ruthless figure driven by greed and a hunger for absolute control—had seized power in a brutal coup. I remember the chaos, the betrayal that cut deeper than any physical wound. It was subtle at first—small shifts in leadership, whispers of dissent. But then came the truth I couldn’t believe: the elder, with his iron grip, had turned the pack against me.I was accused of something I didn’t do—an act of sabotage, an attack
Harriet's POVI sat outside on the front porch, needing some fresh air. My head ached from everything and the mental processing of it all. I hugged my knees to my chest and took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of my heart. I no longer wanted to be in this place. Every rustle of leaves, the hoot of an owl, and the sound of the wind in the trees all reminded me of what I wanted to escape from. "I cannot bear to be here. I need to be back in the city." I mumbled to myself, closing my eyes and imagining that I was far away from here. I told myself that I should never have come back here, to talk to Damon. I thought it was the right thing to do at the time, but now I regret it immensely. Gino appeared at my side, kneeling to sit with me. He looked out into the distance and smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders loosely. "I forgot how peaceful it can be out here, you know, all the beeping cars, traffic and people, it's a different world here, isn't it?" He sighed, and I wond
Harriet's POV The door creaked open softly as a woman stepped inside, her presence immediately filling the cramped little room with a warmth that seemed to push back some of the shadows lingering in my mind. She was older, probably in her sixties, with silver-streaked hair pulled back into a loose bun. Her face was lined but lively, and her eyes sparkled with genuine kindness and curiosity. “Gino,” she exclaimed softly, her voice thick with emotion. “It’s been years—years since I last saw you!” Gino stood quickly, a hesitant smile crossing his face as he stepped toward her. “Mrs. Carter,” he said, voice warm. “It’s good to see you again. Sorry for just showing up like this.” She hurried over, her arms opening wide. “No need to apologize, dear. I’ve always told you—you’re like family. And I’m glad you’re safe. Come in, come in.” Her eyes flicked over to me, and for a moment, her smile faltered. Her gaze sharpened, and her brow furrowed as she took in my face—my tense posture,
Harriet’s POV The room was small, cluttered, and smelled like it hadn't been aired out in years. Dust clung to every surface, and the faint glow of the city’s distant lights seeped through the cracked curtains, casting long shadows across the battered furniture. I sank onto the edge of the bed, feeling the uneven springs creak beneath me. My mind was racing, trying to piece together everything that had happened—everything I’d felt. The glow. The power. The anger, the fear, the confusion. I pressed my palms into my eyes, trying to block out the chaos swirling inside me. It was like a storm that refused to calm, each thunderclap echoing with questions I couldn’t answer. Gino sat quietly beside me, his presence a fragile anchor in this storm. His hand rested softly on my knee, warm and steady. I appreciated the gesture, but I knew that no matter how much he tried to reassure me, I was still lost in a sea of doubt. I looked out the window again, watching the city lights flicker
Harriet’s POV The engine’s hum was the only sound filling the silence inside the car. I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, struggling to process everything that had just happened. My mind kept replaying the chaos—Aurora’s hatred, Damon’s desperation, the glow in my eyes—and I couldn’t quite believe what I’d seen, what I’d felt. Gino was silent beside me, his eyes occasionally flicking to me with concern. I could feel his gaze, but I didn’t turn to look at him yet. I needed a moment—more than that, I needed to understand what I’d become. My hands clenched into fists in my lap. I felt the residual tingling in my fingertips—the strange, electric power that still hummed beneath my skin—and I wondered how much of what happened was real, and how much was just my mind playing tricks on me. I’d always thought I was normal, just a woman trying to make her way in the world. Now, everything had changed. I was no longer sure what I was or who I should be. I took a deep
Harriet's POV Damon's eyes glistened with disobedience; he held no fear. 'You think I could want to hear what you have to say? I don't. Harriet can make her own decisions about who she wants," Damon turned to me and fell to his knees, reaching for my hands, and he gazed up at me. “Harriet, the day you left was the worst nightmare for me, I should never have bet you go so easily. You are meant for me. I can’t bare to see you with anyone else, please come home and give me another chance, will you?” Damon’s words threw me. Months ago, I would have melted at such a thing to happen to me from him, but now? I felt nothing. He didn't deserve me or another chance. To him, I was just his mistress. To Gino, I was everything; he treated me like I was worthy and showed me how much he cared. There was absolutely no doubt about it. "No, Damon. I don't want to be with you; we were never meant to be. I feel nothing. Gino is my true love; he makes me feel good about myself, and I do