Raiden's povI pushed open the back doors that lead out into the yard. The rain was belting down heavily and Amelia shifts in my arms to stare out.I stepped out barefoot with her in my arms. She squirms, letting out a tiny cute squeal as we get soaked in seconds. I cannot help but laugh at her.She tilts her head back and lets the rain pour over her face and I cannot help but grow silent and just stare at her.Her eyes fluttered close and a soft smile tugs at her lips while she lets out a faint sigh. Gone was the worry and sad lines drawn between her eyebrows and now all I could see on her features was...peace.I lowered her down, letting her feet touch the grass and she giggled, twirls and then turns to me. She reaches out her hand. "Dance with me,"A smile curves on my lips as I slip my hand in hers. "Yes ma'am."Amelia laughs as I spin her and catch her, pulling her back into my arms. We played around in the puddles, laughing, dancing, not having a care in the world, forgetting ou
Raiden's povI blurred through the trees, my focus on getting to Amelia as soon as possible. The thread between us.....I could feel her, feel her distress somehow.When I got there, I took the stairs two at a time, my heart pounding as the closer I got, the louder I can hear her sniffles and sharp gasps."She didn't want us to come in," Lester said when he saw me. I nod."You two can go, I'll take it from here," I tell them both. These were one of the two I would forever trust with my life. And now I trust them with Amelia's.They nod and as they leave, they smack me on my shoulders as if silently telling me I got this. I didn't wait for them to leave completely and opened the door, stepping in and shutting it behind me.The curtains are drawn and the only light cloaking the room was the faint glow of the bedside table lamp. My eyes shift around, searching for my mate.I spot her in seconds and my heart shatters at the sight of her collapsed in the corner of the room, knees to her che
Raiden's povI watch my mom in her most dominant form as her aura pulsed through the room. The sun had just began its descent behind the distant trees when the last of the witches was dragged into the park house. Pickett's parents.It was a place a little far from our home where we would have our pack meetings. We didn't want to bring the witches where Amelia was, we intended to protect her as much as possible.Folding my arms I leaned against a pillar as I watch the witches bow to my mother, dad and I."As some of you know, hunters have breached our borders a couple of days ago. Though we have taken care of it, it has come to our attention that there is a stranger, a hybrid, bearing the face of someone we know has slipped through our borders undetected." Mom's voice is cold and dominant, the opposite of her usual warm and soft voice.The witches begin to mumble amongst themselves before Pickett's mother speaks up louder than the rest. "Are you insinuating that we are responsible for
Amelia's povThe room felt like it was spinning. Not in a way where I became dizzy, no, but in a way where I was pulled and pushed into the world of memories with her.I take in a shaky breath as I clutched the edge of the countertop.The Darkest Moon.It was always written in her handwriting, scribbled in red ink. Always red ink. Those words were slashed across the very top of the pages. The title of her poem she never could get perfect. Those were her words. I believe anything she wrote was perfect.But this one. This one was the last poem she wrote. Or perhaps I should say she never truly got to finish it. This was her last incomplete."My mo-aunt," I said shakily, lifting my gaze from the countertop to stare at Emily. "It was hers. Her words. Her title for her poem. It was her poem," I whispered at the end as my throat began to close up as the memories took control over my thoughts."Why would the note-"Perhaps she wrote it," Damon cuts in. "Her aunt must've written it."I'm not
Pickett's povShe said nothing at first, just twisted her lips into a smirk as her eyes darkened in an usual way. She seemed different, more emotionless. Cold."What are you doing here!" I snapped again, glaring at her standing in my doorway. She came uninvited and to walk into my home without a care.....the audacity.She cocks her head at me and then takes a step forward, eyes observing me as if I was an ant under a microscope.Her microscope."You look so pitiful," her voice sounds a lot colder. Detached. "Like a little rabbit. So scared," she breathed in sharply, her lips curling in disgust. "So terrified of the big bad wolves."My heart freezes and I grow stiff."But I should thank you, Pickett," she giggles. "Dayna almost burning you alive really helped stir enough chaos to get them all unguarded."My hands fists as rage builds inside me. So she didn't care that I almost got killed because of her? And I thought she was my friend?I got off the bed, my legs surprisingly holding me
Amelia's povA cold chill runs down my spine and as if on instinct my body shifts closer to Raiden's, my hand tightening in his. My heart slams against the bone of my chest, thumping loudly I could hear it in my ears."That's impossible," Raiden hisses, pulling me even closer until I swore a little more and I'd be off the stool and on his lap."She doesn't smell like a vampire or werewolf," Raiden continues. "She smells-"Like you," Damon interjected with a snort. "Balls deep you.""Damon!" Emily snaps and I think that's the first time I've seen her this stern. Damon shrinks, mumbling an apology as he raises his hands in surrender.Raiden growls low in his throat, shooting glares towards Damon as he sneers. "If you don't shut up I'll shove a fork down your throat."Damon wisely keeps quiet, motioning that he was zipping up his mouth and throwing away the key. Lester rolls his eyes at his friend's theatrics."Alright enough, we're losing focus on the main topic here," Bryson exhales a