Damon's povThe door clicked shut behind me, muffling the frantic voices of those trying to help keep Pickett alive. I could still hear her, the rasp of her breathing in my ears, was haunting me.My hands were still stained with her blood and somehow I couldn't rub the feel of her cold skin under my
Damon's povHer body was cold in my hold. My fingers bit into her flesh, my gaze forward, afraid that if I look down at her, I'd be shattered.The bond between us throbbed. Painfully."I-She coughs and I close my eyes for a second, breathing in sharply through my nose as I try to keep my focus stea
It seems that chaos followed me around. Everyone I know is either getting hurt or murdered because of me.My mom-aunt. Her memory made my muscles stiff with tension. I can remember the blood in the tub, her dead eyes staring at the door as if waiting for someone.I know she wouldn't do this to herse
Amelia's povDamon's words sent a cold chill down my spine, and I don't think it was only me who was troubled by his words. The night air suddenly got colder too as more tension zaps through the air.Pickett's head lolled weakly against his chest as he steadied her on Lester's wolf form. Blood, crim
Amelia's povThe pain I felt was unbearable. Giovanni.....the man I thought was my father for the longest, the man who cared for me like he was.....was now dead.Burnt.Murdered.By my close friend, or who I thought was my close friend, Pickett.I watch as she moves out of the shadows of the trees,
Raiden's povMy chest tightens as fury and grief collides and creates a storm within me. The flames crackle around us, the smoke dusting across us but all I can hear is Amelia's sobbing and Damon's broken murmurs to his dead uncle.I pull my mate closer to me, hoping to shield her away from the sigh