LOGINI turn to see that four of my men have rushed forward simultaneously. Two are tackling Philip before he can fully transform.While Leo and another guard are restraining me.For several seconds, all I hear are growls, heavy breathing, and the sound of furniture scraping across the floor.Eventually, the rage begins to recede with my claws retracting.My breathing steadies, and I force my wolf back beneath my skin.Across the room, Philip does the same.Both of us continue glaring at each other, while I stand and stare down at my fingers as the liquid there catches my attention.I’d expected to see blood since I scratched his skin with my claws, but instead I’m staring at a differently colored liquid.My eyes narrow with a frown as I stare at Philip. The blood smeared across my fingers carries a faint green tint.I lift my hand to him, while we continue staring at each other. "So, this is how you were able to stay in my Pack without being detected. Isn’t it?"He doesn’t say a word."You
~Allister~The sun has already dipped below the horizon by the time I arrive at the meeting location.I spent the last couple of hours speaking to the surrogate mother, whom Angel had put away in one of the cells.A little threat and torture had her spewing facts that convinced me beyond words that my girl is innocent, and made it clear that Angel’s desperation to get back to his job has clouded his mind, not to investigate the matter thoroughly. Making me doubt every single judgment of his during this period.Marcus and our men are back, and they got back with Jefferson, who, despite all efforts and the numerous tortures they subjected him to, has refused to talk.I plan on paying the fool a visit and maybe peel his skin if that will be the length I need to go to get the words out of his mouth.But before that, I need to meet with the Varkai princes.Marcus didn’t find Jess with Jefferson Hoard. So, that means he doesn’t have her.Leo has a couple of our men undercover, tailing and f
“What picture are you talking about?” I ask him, even though I know exactly what picture he’s referring to.But what I don’t understand is how the picture got to Allister Blackwaters.When it was obvious that Jessica White wasn’t going to be able to offer us the help we needed, I had to reach back out to Thryssa with a new proposition.They didn’t believe that I could easily get to Jessica White.They didn’t believe that I could deliver her to them on a platter. So, they asked for convincing evidence, which I sent to them by pulling images of my dinner with Jessica White from the first time I kidnapped her.So, how and why did they release those photographs?Why would they send them to Allister Blackwaters?What game are they playing?Philip is still staring at me, waiting for answers I refuse to give him.It takes me a little moment to finally realize that I’m not controlling events anymore.Thryssa might be using me."I don't know anything about Jessica White’s disappearance," I rep
~Cicero~I’m pacing the room for what feels like the hundredth time, my eyes keep drifting toward the bed, wondering when she will wake.I’ve taken the precaution to bind her wrists together and tie them up against the bedframe.Now, I'm wondering if I did the right thing.“Damn it,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face.If only everything had happened as we planned it. Jessica white was supposed to help us. She was supposed to be our strong connection to Allister Blackwaters.But with both of them now separated, every plan we built crumbled. Now, we have to find a solution to our problem from somewhere else, and that made me decide to continue my path with Thryssa, who, at this moment, is the only person who can get my Pack what we need."Alpha," one of my men calls as he enters the room. "Everything is ready." He adds. “The transport team is waiting." His eyes shift to the unconscious Jessica White. "Do you want us to move the prisoner now?"I look at Jess again. Not sure I wante
~Jess~I have no idea how long I've been here.Days, maybe weeks.Time no longer means anything inside this place.There are no windows, sunlight, or moonlight. Just stone walls, damp air, and darkness that seems to stretch forever.The only way I know time is passing is because someone brings me food once every day.At least, I think it's every day. I can't be sure anymore since I've stopped trying to count.I sit against the cold wall and pull my knees to my chest.Every part of my body aches, but my heart aches the most, especially when I remember Sebastian. The thought of him alone makes tears sting my eyes.I still can't believe that the person I trusted, the person who stood beside me all these years, the one who promised to always protect me, is behind this.Every time I think about it, it feels like someone is ripping my chest open.Slowly, I force myself to stand.My legs tremble slightly as I turn to the guard at my cell entrance. He’s standing there, rigid, like a statue."
“I need you to let Jess go,” I tell Doctor Philip, pretending to believe this picture must be recent.“What…we-we-we don’t have her. She was released to you. This-this…fuck!” he curses.“Alpha, listen, this isn’t what it seems like. It’s a long story. If you let me explain, you will understand-”“Go ahead,” I interrupted him. “I’ve got all day.”He goes on to share what happened between him, his brother, and Jess, and the fact that Jess had promised to help them through me, as my Luna.Knowing that the love of my life kept their identity hidden from me because of their own safety made my heart swell with pride.I knew she wouldn’t do the things Angel thought she did.But that brings me to a question: who then is trying to frame her? Who desperately wants her to go down?How did the picture on this table get out? Who took it and why?It's as if my thoughts and those of Philip are going in the same direction because our attention goes back to the photograph at once, and he lets out swea
My life is a pathetic mess.Jess left and took all the orderliness in my life with her. I can't stay a whole day without battling nonstop stomach pain, and it's beginning to alter my day-to-day life.Tonight is one of those nights that I regret ever letting Jess go. The stomach flare wakes me up fr
A surge of complex emotions overwhelms me, my heart beating so fast as I try to think of what my meeting with my dear father would be.After being away for four years, I’m finally home.Stepping onto the front porch, I tap my knuckles on the door in a soft knock.There is no response after a while,
~Allister~Grandma Regi decides to join us for breakfast at the dining hall. With her presence, my mother, the current Luna of the Pack, becomes less chatty.Steam curls from the tea she pours with unhurried grace as silverware clanks in the large hall. Grandma Regi is seated to my right, while m
~Dominic~After a full forty-eight hours of waiting for a reaction from Jess and receiving none, I decided there was no reason to continue whiling away my time with Rosie at Vamon Mountain.So, I cut our vacation short with the excuse that I got called up for an urgent Park matter.It's been two da







