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Third Person's POV Because of the blood bond Silas has with Azrael, he felt his pain and he felt the guardians taking him. He knew it was them because he recognized Josephine's ability. Only two people can cause that type of pain and he knows Renwick's not there. That only leaves Josephine. Ian held on for dear life as Silas raced back to Thaddeus's. He reached Thaddeus's territory in just over 20 minutes and another 5 minutes to make it to the exact spot where they took Azrael. He sat Ian down next to Blake, who was on the ground crying. Silas stood in front of them, staring off in the direction they left with Azrael. He took a few steps in that direction before he dropped to his knees and his face dropped into his hands. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Azrael!" Silas whispered. Silas and Azrael share a blood bond, but not the kind you make with a life partner. It's the kind you make if you are a guardian, a lead guardian like Silas and you choose your partner to work with. It's
Third Person's POV Silas finally pries himself off the ground then turns and grabbed Ian. It didn't take long before they were back at the main pack house Silas set Ian down at the bottom of the stairs. "Go to the room and lock the door." "But I want to go with you." Ian said. "This is not the time to argue with me, go to the room!" "I'm not trying to argue, I just don't wa..." Ian started to say before Silas's voice boomed. "You will do as I say now! Go upstairs to the room and lock the damn door before I take you up there myself!" Silas yells, every ounce of authority he has. He pushes out and Ian flinches back in shock. The sound of Silas's voice startled him. It was so loud and demanding. He never felt that kind of power coming from Silas before and he's never yelled at him like that before. And judging by the way Silas is staring at him with a firm look on his face, says he doesn't care that he just hurt his feelings. The look on his face told Ian he was moments away fr
Third Person's POV "Here, rub him down with this now." Addison hears Angelica say to Maddox as she passes a bowl of a warm thick salve she just prepared for Lucian. Even though it's already been 5 days, Addison's heart still breaks when she looks at Lucian and sees what he's going through. Neither Maddox, nor Addison had ever heard of such a thing, then again they didn't know Angels were still around until they stumbled across theirs. Lucian had shed all his feathers and all the skin on his wings, along with all the skin on his entire body. As the body regenerates and grows new skin, the old skin is forced to peel and fall off. The new skin is extremely delicate and painful, even to the touch. It's thin, red and dries extremely fast. If it's not kept moisturized with the mixture that Angelica has made, his new skin will dry crack bleed and peel off. Which has already happened twice. Right now they're trying to heal the bloody cracks that happened 4 hours ago. Lucian suddenly
Third Person's POV "No, I'm done with him! Daddy you've never seen him, I never imagined my mate would hate me and be so mean to me!... Daddy, he actually scared me today! For the first time ever I was actually afraid for him to even touch me!" Ian said as he cried and his dad pulled him into a hug. Meeda wrapped his arms around his little boy. His elf heart broke for his little boy. Because of his weaker stance in the elf world, he had always feared that his little boy, who was born with beta blood, would not be what he thought he would. Betas are usually born dominant, not submissive.... As he watched his child grow up, he saw all the telltale signs of a submissive child, even though he showed zero signs that he was even born from an elf. Meeda's elf blood ran through Ian's veins, but Ian was a werewolf through and through. There was hardly any sign that he was even from his dad. Every inch of him screamed his father, a Beta blood werewolf, a Mitchell. And every Mitchell mal
Third Person's POV Silas walked out onto the back patio, he paused to take in the scenery. The sun had already set, there was a little fire going in the backyard and they had strung little fairy lights off the patio. There was some quiet music playing and Ian's parents were dancing in the backyard. Silas saw Ian leaning against one of the pillars at the end of the patio. He leaned against it with a smile on his face as he watched his parents dance. His Father spins his dad before pulling him back into his arms while he laughed. Silas quietly walked up behind Ian then slipped his arms around his waist and pulled his back flush against his chest. He leaned down and pressed his nose against his neck and took a deep breath in before pressing a soft kiss against the tender skin on his neck. "I'm so sorry for the horrible things I said when I first got here. And I'm so sorry for the way I spoke to you back at the pack house. I didn't mean to hurt you, it wasn't my intention. I was just
Silas's POV "Ian, sweetheart wake up!... Ian! Wake up! It's just a dream." I said to my screaming mate who's thrashing on the bed next to me. I woke up to the sound of Ian screaming and crying out for me. It's a sound I never want to hear in real life. Hearing him in distress, crying and screaming for me, tore at every fiber of my being. It startled me awake, my eyes instantly burning red as I sat up hissing at whoever was hurting him. When I saw Ian's eyes finally snap open, I felt the relief wash over me. Ian instantly sat up and grabbed my face before he broke down crying and threw his arms around my neck. He buried his face in my neck as he cried. "I thought you were dead! I felt you, I felt you die!" "No baby, it was just a dream!" "No, you don't understand! It was real! It felt so real!... I felt you, I felt you die!" "Ian honey, look at me! I'm here, see." I said as I grabbed Ian's hand and brought it to my face while looking into his eyes. "See baby, I'm right here. I
Third Person's POV Ian moaned when Silas's tongues slid inside his mouth. Ian's hands roamed over Silas's strong muscular shoulders then down his back. Silas hand slides from the side of Ian's face to the back of his head as he deepens the kiss. Ian feels himself instantly stirs to life again as his cock twitches and the slick begins to leak from him. He whimpers as he wraps his right leg around Silas again, trying to pull him over and against him once more so he could rock his hips and press his length against him. His body moves as he squirms then whimpers again when he can't seem to get the friction he's searching for. Silas hears Ian's needy little whimper and climbs on top of him again. Almost right away Ian thrust his hips forward and moans into Silas's mouth when he finally feels the friction he was looking for. When he finally feels his bare cock press against Silas's. He moans at the incredible sensation and he wants more. He grips onto Silas, pulling Silas against him as
Third Person's POV It has been a week and Azrael doesn't even have the strength to lift his head as he lays on the floor. With his body so weak, they no longer need to keep him in chains. He can't even lift his head, let alone try and escape. With hardly any blood left in his body, and not a single bite of food nor a drop of water since he's been there, every cut, scratch and bruise still sits upon his body as if it was just made. With his body in such a weakened state, it's unable to heal, even something as simple as a bruise. With the cells under the West wing, completely empty and dark, Azrael finds himself lonelier than he's ever been in his life. The constant state of darkness, and the complete silence is the loneliest feeling in the world. He actually begins to look forward, and hopes that they'll actually come down to beat him. Just so the lights will turn on, just so he's not completely and utterly alone in the dark. The darkness is so dark, he can't even see his own h