Evelyn’s POVThe car was quiet. Too quiet. I could hear every tick of the damn turn signal and the occasional whoosh of cars passing by. Christian sat there, staring out the windshield like it held answers he’d been looking for his whole life.Then he spoke.“There were five of them.”I turned my head slowly. “Five of who?”He glanced down at his phone, thumbed the screen like he was checking the time, or maybe just avoiding eye contact. “Werewolves,” he finally said. “The ones who killed my parents.”I blinked. “Five? I thought…”He shook his head. “Yeah, me too. Turns out, they were looking for something… a gene. Some rare mutation only certain bloodlines carry. And they thought my parents had it. Or passed it on.”I swallowed. “Is it… does this have anything to do with me?”“No,” he answered quickly. Too quickly. “It has nothing to do with you.”Still, his eyes wouldn’t meet mine.I shifted in my seat. “So… what happened? After you left me back in Nevada?”He finally looked at me t
Evelyn’s POVIt’s been almost a week since Christian showed up at Charming like he didn’t drop off the face of the earth for months. He said he used a tracker to find me.Yeah. A tracker.When I asked him how he managed to get a tracker on me, he said “Magic.” He actually said that with a straight face and a smug grin, as if I was supposed to just... accept it. No explanation, no technical breakdown. Just “magic.” But here's the thing that he knew, I’d let it go, and I did. I was too tired to argue. And besides, there’s no way it was a microchip. I've had so many scans and tests done since I got here, and not one single doctor mentioned anything unusual under my skin. Surely someone would’ve seen something, right? A metal dot? A scar? Anything?Nope. Nothing.So what the hell kind of tracker was he talking about?Sometimes I wonder if Christian even knows how insane he sounds. Then again, we’re werewolves. Our entire existence is basically crazy. Maybe I should stop questioning the
Evelyn’s POVThe second I saw the grand iron gates of Bluestone compound come into view, my entire body tensed like I’d just walked into a cold shower. My pulse quickened, palms clammy on my thighs.God… how long had it been? Months.The last time I was here, Christian had basically thrown me into a car and spirited me away to Nevada, told me I needed space. Some time off. And I let him. I needed it back then, didn’t I?But now, here we were again. Full circle.Christian slowed the car and then… stopped, just a few meters before the gate.I blinked and turned toward him. “Why’d you stop?”He didn’t answer immediately. He cleared his throat, then gave me a sideways glance. “You sure about this?”“Yes,” I said quickly, maybe too quickly. My throat felt tight, like I was swallowing rocks.He exhaled and nodded. “I’m glad you’ve decided to change your mind but…”Oh no. No no no. I knew where that was going.“Don’t jinx this,” I cut him off, holding up a hand before he could let the full s
Evelyn “Christian?” I said again, softer this time, like maybe if I repeated it enough, it would feel more real.He didn’t move, just stood there with that same crooked smirk, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on me like he’d never left. My heart was punching against my ribs, loud and hard. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.Little feet padded past me. Mika, curious and fearless as ever, peered up at him from behind my leg. “Are you here to see my dad?” she asked, craning her neck to get a better look at him.Christian chuckled, his voice still deep and annoyingly smooth. “Nope. I’m here to see Eve here.”Eve.God, I forgot how the way he said that made my chest ache and burn all at once.Mika looked up at me like she needed confirmation. I nodded, gently brushing her back. “Go on upstairs, sweetheart. Natasha’s waiting.”She hesitated, then gave Christian one last glance before skipping off, her curls bouncing. Once I heard the stairs creak under her weight and the muffled voice
Evelyn(Two months later)For a town with less than five thousand people, Charming sure had a knack for cramming everyone into one damn spot. People laughed, cars honked, someone was yelling into their phone about a late deliveryl, it was noisy, it was alive. It almost felt like real life again.But not for me.I adjusted my coat and headed toward the building up ahead. The hospital.My usual spot.The second I stepped through the doors, the sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with blood rushed up my nose like a punch. It was heavy, sharp. I always hated that smell. Always have. I don’t know how human noses tolerate it.But the smell wasn’t the only thing that hit me.Heartbeats. So many. Too many.Some slow and faint. Others erratic. A couple strong and steady. I could hear them all. Like a twisted orchestra of the dying and healing. It made my head spin. For a moment, the hallway looked like it was tilting. Shit.I didn’t let it show. I kept walking, casually like I wasn’t two seconds
EvelynI stood up for a few more seconds before I sat back down on the couch, my eyes locked on the fire. My mind had been on an endless loop since I sat down. Christian, he was probably home already. Maybe he was with Rein, chasing ghosts and vengeance, or maybe he was in Crescent losing his goddamn mind trying to figure out where the hell I went.I could almost see the scene in my head, Christian shouting, his fists clenched, pacing like a caged beast. Tyler yelling back, because of course he would. He always had to one-up everyone, even in panic. Leo would be there too, trying to calm both of them down, probably with that same tired look on his face he always got when dealing with alpha testosterone.God, what a mess.I shifted on the couch, swinging my legs around so I was sitting upright. The crackle of the fire was the only sound in the room, until...Thump.I froze.There it was again.Not a creak. Not the wind. A heartbeat.Then another.And another.Three distinct heartbeats,