Milton's P.O.VThey said violence is never the answer. But when the woman you love is abducted by those who only wish to harm her, violence becomes the only clear response you can offer.The village healer was tending to my wounds while everyone else got ready to move.A handful of my best warriors were getting ready to take back Lyra's pack from the rogues, and help find Daciana. The elders gave me counsel. It was a dangerous thing, what we were about to do, so they advised me to stay back in the village while Adam led the expedition. I refused. I wasn't going to let my people fight a war in my name while I sat in my chambers drinking wine and making merry.There was a gentle knock on the door of my office, accompanied by a soft feminine voice.“Milton,” Lyra called. “Can I come in?”She was standing by the now open doorway, her hands stretched in front of her, and her fingers interlocked together. Her eyes failed to meet my gaze, occasionally glancing at everything in the room as
Daciana's P.O.VIt was getting dark. A small fire burned brightly between us, and my mother was stirring a stick of mushrooms above the flames.The forest was quiet, the birds had retired to their nests, and a deer lay peacefully beside my mother. She ran her hands over its head as she whispered something I couldn't hear. The deer seemed to understand every word. Its ears twitched in response, but it didn't run.I sat quietly and watched her bond with the animals. They were drawn to her, like children to their mother. The forest knew her, and she knew the forest.“The animals really trust you,” I stretched out my hand and took a stick of the mushroom that was ready.“When you spend time living alone with them, you actually grow to understand them,” Mother answered, snuggling the deer.I took a bite of my meal. It was crispy on the edges, but tender and smoky as I took another bite down the middle.Mother stared at me, a faint smile on her lips. The last time we ate together was the ni
Daciana's P.O.V You'd expect that after being kidnapped so many times, I’d be used to the darkness by now. But I wasn’t. It still unsettled me. I could smell the people around me. Three humans and two rogues. All of them strangers. All of them enemies. They led me through a rocky path, my hands tied firmly in front of me, and a rope nudging me forward each time I slowed down, like I was some disobedient horse being led to a stream. We passed a waterfall a few steps back. I hadn’t seen it with my blindfold on, but I heard it. The sound of water crashing heavily onto the rocks nearby and splattering on us as we passed by. The sound of chirping birds told me it was morning, and my feet hurt from walking through what felt like an endless night. I stopped to rest my legs, but the rope yanked me forward, causing me to stumble as I struggled to find my balance on the rocky steep path we trenched. “No one said you could rest, Demon. Move faster,” a brute voice said as he shoved me to
Milton's P.O.VEach step I took felt like I was dragging a mountain behind me. My head was heavy, my eyes barely able to register the path I'd trailed, but I kept moving forward.The village entrance came into view, and I saw two patrol guards standing watch at the gates. I stumbled down on one knee and their head spun towards me.“Alpha!” One of them called and they rushed to my side.They slid my hands over their shoulders and helped me up on my feet.“Find Adam,” I instructed them. “We have a crisis.”They led me to the house and I could barely make out the surprised faces we passed on our way. The night's celebrations had died down, and only a few elderly pack members were up and about, cleaning and preparing for the next day.Arriving at the house, I dropped into the nearest chair before my legs completely gave out. Adam was the first to arrive at the house. I could feel his eyes scanning me, the words he wanted to say hanging on the tip of his lips, but he stayed quiet.Robert a
Milton's P.O.V Ideally, Lyra and I should have been out in the village, celebrating with the people as they prepared for the moon festival, but everyone one of us knew it was a bad idea. I still wasn't comfortable with the idea of getting married to her a few days from now, and all my efforts to call off the engagement yielded no results. Davies and Robert decided it was best to leave us alone in the house to smooth things out, but it wasn't working. We sat on opposite couches in the living room, facing each other. The awkward silence between us stretched beyond the horizon, and neither one of us seemed willing to utter a word. Lyra loved to chatter, so seeing her sit perfectly still and silent felt wrong. Frightening even. But each time I tried to say something, anything at all, just to make her leave the room, nothing came forward. She looked at me, and finally, she broke the silence. “You don't want to marry me?” She asked, but it sounded more like a statement. “Who said I d
Daciana's P.O.V It was almost nightfall when Adam and I returned to the pack. There was a huge bonfire at the center of the village, and a crowd gathered round the fire, telling stories and chatting with one another. “We do that every year before the Full Moon Festival,” Adam whispered as I watched how happy their people were. “Why?” “I don't know,” he laughed softly. “It's a tradition I grew up to know. I've never really asked why we do it, but it's always fun. I can take you around.” He offered. I looked towards the Alpha's mansion and scoffed at the thought of seeing Milton and Lyra. “How about Amelia?” I asked Adam, recalling that I left her all alone since storming out on breakfast. “I can arrange for a guard to bring her to my house. You both can stay there until things with Milton boil over.” I nodded, and Adam immediately signaled for a guard. He gave him instructions concerning Amelia and also Cercei, and the guard hurriedly left to do what Adam had asked of him. Adam