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
Raiden's povI let out a howl as we burst through the final line of the forest. The house was consumed by flames, black smoke rising to the sky and painting the night air with the stench of smoke and burnt flesh.There are a lot of the pack members surrounding the burning structure, mom and dad, Les
Raiden's povMy throat closes, my beast roars in my head, thrashes. Amelia still straddles me, her breathing as harsh as mine. Hers is from still trembling with the aftershocks of our love making, mine....with the pain I felt of losing a pack member.Giovanni.'We're going to him now! All of us!' Da