(Celina’s POV)
I groaned as I tried to stretch my arm but couldn't. My eyes slowly flattered open, and I could feel something wrapped around my wrists and legs as I tried to move them. I looked up, and I was cuffed to the bed.
Everything slowly started to come back to me.
I looked around as I started to slowly adjust to the darkness.
I could see the cages close to the wall, and when I looked to my side, there was Paige, also cuffed to the bed like I was.
“Oh, thank goodness, we thought you were dead.” She exclaimed with relief in her voice.
“How long have I been unconscious?”
“Too long.” Austin’s voice came from the darkness.
“We were starting to worry that you were dead. So was the old dude, who has been checking up on you from time to time.” Lucas stated.
I sighed. “Why am I chained to the bed?”
“Probably b
(Celina’s POV)I was hesitant to leave the place without having found the answers I was looking for.Lucas had helped me gather what looked like journal pages from the basement, and we brought them to the table upstairs as we settled on the couch and started going through them.We must have fallen asleep in the middle of it. I was woken up by Austin’s loud single clap.Lucas sat up straight, ready to defend himself. Instincts.As I was leaning on him, his sudden movement also made me wake up.“What is going on?” I asked, my voice groggy.“What were you guys doing all night?” Austin asked as he went to pick up a piece of paper.“Don't!” Lucas and I said it in unison.Austin frowned as his eyebrow raised. “What is all of this?” He asked.“We brought up almost everything that had been written on down from the basement.” Lucas replied.“Then why are they spread across the table?” Austin further inquired.“Because,” I stood up to go make some coffee, if this guy even drank coffee, “we foun
(Isabella’s POV)I had yet to get information about the whereabouts of Celina.I liked her, and I wouldn't do anything to harm her otherwise, but I couldn't have myself go back to what I used to be.Even though my new look didn't seem to faze my husband, it did make other male werewolves notice me. It felt like, for the first time in my life, I was the center of attention not my sisters, and that wasn't something I wanted to let go of.Threatening Celina's life didn't exactly put me in a good spot with Landon, but I needed to find a way to make sure he marked me before he found Celina.I knew he wasn't going to sit around and wait until I found her.But I had set a plan in motion.I approached him as he worked with other werewolves and asked, “May I have a word with you?” I asked, knowing he wouldn't say no. He had kept up the appearance that we were a fairly good happy couple.He gave me a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he said, “Anything for my
(Austin's POV)I was starting to question whether this journey we were on was a good idea.We had been met with so many obstacles and problems, yet here we were in the middle of another one.“Why do we have to freeze in place when you are the ones who are in our room?” Paige, who never seemed to know when to read the room, spoke up.“You do know I'm holding a gun to your head, right?” The man behind us stated.“But are you man enough to pull the trigger?” She asked as she turned around, as if to see for herself that the guy had a gun, as if the sound of it cocking wasn't enough to convince her.“Put your hands up!” The other man, who was inside the room, demanded.“I think you guys should leave.” Celina spoke up.“Probably not the right time to be confident, right now.” I warned her.I didn't know why I was so afraid of anything. I could easily disarm the man behind us in less than a second, but it takes the same amount of time to fire the gun. Th
(Celina's POV)We were finally about to reach a major city. It was major in the sense that it had a lot of people and businesses that the towns we had been in lacked.We needed to pause there; we were out of money and needed to find new jobs.While Paige and I weren't lucky enough to get jobs immediately, Lucas and Austin were.They found jobs in these factories. It was a minor job, but it paid enough to helps us manage to survive, and that's what mattered.We lived in a boarding house with other young people. Cheap rent, but terrible living conditions.Lucas and Austin walked into the house. They didn't seem exhausted; I'm guessing with their werewolf strength, carrying around boxes wasn't anything that made them that exhausted.“How is job hunting going for you guys?” Lucas asked.“Jeez, if you want us to go to work, just say that,” Paige spat.I frowned, and Lucas seemed taken aback.He was about to speak, but I shook my head.“Unfortun
(Paige's POV)I loved the kind of life I was living right now.Hoping from one town to the next, living life to the fullest without having to worry about much. It was my dream life.It would have been great if I could use my magic to make life even easier but the people I was with would never let me live that down. I could still see them judging me for killing that old man, as if I didn’t just save our lives.I hated living in that small village in the middle of nowhere, where nothing really happened. We lived there for years and the only major thing that happened was Celina and Landon’s little love issues, and that wasn’t that interesting either.I stuck my hand out of the truck as we drove along the highway.Feeling the breeze hit my arm was amazing.“Oh my God, let's go to the carnival!” I shrieked as I shook Austin's arm.“What carnival?” He was confused.I pointed to the big billboard.“I would love to go to a carnival.” Celina chimed in.
(Lucas's POV)I hadn't been to the house in years. There were a few things that were different, like the furniture placement and the new painting hung above the fireplace.“Dude, this is impressive.” Austin remarked.I shrugged.This wasn't a part of my life that I liked to show people.When people find out that you have money, they treat you differently, and suddenly you are the go-to man when they need something. Just like what Paige had said when she saw the house.I was looking at Celina, who seemed more interested in the art than the actual house.Paige, on the other hand, was already upstairs doing God knows what.I snuck up behind Celina and asked, “What do you think?”She was startled.Her hand that was lingering a few inches from the canvas dropped to her side.She giggled, “These pieces of art are amazing.”“I didn't know you liked art.” I remarked.She smiled and said, “I am kind of an artist myself, but not this good.”
(Celina’s POV)The awkward hugging must have lasted no longer than a minute, but it felt like forever.“I have been looking all over for you, son. I thought something bad happened to you.” The older man said emotionally as he pulled Lucas into another hug.Lucas wiggled out of his grasp and took a step back. “How did you know I was here?” He asked with a frown.“A neighbor saw a truck come to the property, and they called me.” He explained.“And you thought you'd just come here?” Lucas asked.He clearly didn't seem as happy as the older gentleman was to see him.The older guy then looked at us, noticing us for the first time.“Are these your friends?” The man asked.Lucas sighed, “Yes, they are. I met them when I was living with a new pack after you kicked me out.” He made sure to make his last statement loud.The man ignored the statement and put on a smile as he walked towards us.Paige stepped forward and said, “I am Paige, a close frie
(Celina’s POV)To say they lived in a mansion would be an understatement. It was more of a castle.It was twice even thrice as big as the summer home Lucas took us to.“How many people live in this house?” I asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed.“My wife and I.” Mr. Adolphus replied.“You have a wife?” Lucas asked surprised, “You couldn't wait to replace Mom, could you?”Mr. Adolphus just sighed; he clearly was exhausted from having to explain to Lucas that he was also a person who needed to live his life.Above the fireplace was a portrait of Mr. Adolphus with this scrutinizing look.Opposite was who I assume to be Lucas’s mother, and beside it was a painting of another woman with a daughter who looked to be about maybe four years old.“Is this your wife?” Paige asked, pointing to the painting.Mr. Adolphus nodded.“That is her daughter, Chloe.”“So where is this wife of yours?” Lucas asked sarcastically.“Right here.” A lady's voice