Damien's POV With Red at my side and the mutt left behind licking his wounds, I had to admit; this day was turning out to be better than I expected! Turning the corner and coming to a halt, the suitcase hit the back of my legs. My eyes studied the building, appalled that this was where she contemplated living; she liked to tease. I knew that much. Maybe this was another one of her jokes. Looking at her nervously, I could see the excitement crossing her face, pride even as she mentioned her Mother having a heart attack at her living here. I wondered if she realised that if she stayed here, there was a good chance that someone was going to harvest her heart and other vital organs! "Mmmhmm, I don't blame her, Red!" I whispered. Noting the shrug of her slender shoulders, I sighed heavily, unsure what to do; I did not want her staying here, but as a stranger to her, I knew she wouldn't listen to me! However, it was no secret that her Mother seemed insanely protective of her! Even if
Jason's POV Even an afternoon training session hadn't satisfied my wolf. Hours I'd gone one to one with Marcus and his son and my best friend Tommy, the pack's two strongest fighters beside my father and me. The frustration I felt building throughout the day had still not settled inside me. Instead, it was like a rabid beast clawing at my insides! Watching that pompous prick flaunt that girl in front of me had set me off more than I would like to admit, and as the day went on, I found myself wallowing in self-pity! Not sure what I hated more, the fact she was not within my reach or the fact I wanted her to be. "Son, I know it's been a difficult day for you and Archer, but can you get your wolf under control?" My father's cautious tone asked across the table. Raising a brow I shovelled a fork full of mashed potatoes into my mouth, my parents looked around at the omegas that had slowly moved to the outskirts of the pack's communal kitchen and dining hall. Only then could I feel the
Damien's POV "I will pick up that nurse's outfit tomorrow, Red!" I winked, heading out the door she held open for me, turning in the hallway to lean up the doorframe; looking at her, I could see the dark circles forming under her eyes. I guess it had been a long few days for her. "Make sure you lock this behind me." I nodded towards the door, keeping my tone gentle, not wanting to scare her, but frankly, I wasn't comfortable leaving her here. "This neighbourhood isn't the best; there are some right crazies that hang around in these parts." "Yeah, one of them is at my door right now!" She teased with a roll of her beautiful emerald eyes. "And one lives just over there." She grinned, lowering her voice. Her girlish giggle had me smiling. She was adorable! "My point exactly!" My lips curled up into a smirk, I didn't want to leave, but she needed rest! "Night Red." Nodding towards the door, I stepped back from the doorframe. "Lock it! Ok!" "Yes, sir, right now, sir." She laughed,
Jason's POV Running the pack borders with the wolves on patrol seemed to do Archer good; he had always bonded with Rafe Tommy's wolf, the pair constantly pushing the other to do better. We had been out here for hours, and I could feel him calming down with each mile we covered. I had been so preoccupied with Kayla. Lately, I hadn't let Archer stretch his legs and have some freedom; perhaps that's why he is acting so strangely today. He must have been feeling claustrophobic hulled up in my head. We had run this route hundreds of times; the thick moss-covered trees felt like they touched the skies, the trickling stream that ran through the forest to the right, to the left, the wild ivy covered most of the fallen trees and ranches, hiding the natural wildlife that nestled within. I knew the land surrounding Blue Moon Creak like the back of my hand, yet running this particular part of the trail had never felt like it did tonight. Something had changed in the air. Those on duty
Jason's POV Watching Damien investigate the woods, the look of triumph on his smug face let me know he had sensed it was me and that he gave zero shits! "Something to say, wolf boy?" He taunted me; I knew he wanted to bait me; he wanted me to lose my temper and give him the upper hand! I refused to be played by this verified redneck playing at being a big boy in his designer clothes. He fooled no one! We all saw him for what he was. A nothing! Cheap, nasty, and simply forgettable! His family had a reputation for dabbling in dark magic, demon worship, and weaving magic into the lives of innocent people merely because they were bored and looking for something to pass the time. The pack had gone up against them once, years before I was born. A smaller rival pack had sought to take my Father's territory! My Father had always been well known within our world, respected, and although feared, he was well-liked! Which ground on the smaller packs, making them rebel against the ord
Abigail's POV Fire! Blazing orange and red flames that felt hotter than hellfire, I could feel them eating away at the flimsy walls of a church. The piercing screams from inside the roasting inferno hit my ears all at once, sending me to my knees. Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, forcing myself to my feet, they took on a mind of their own and pushed forward through the doors of the burning building. I was not scared by the fire or the heat. I somehow knew they would not touch me. They didn't! Instead, they parted as I approached, only to close back up again behind me, hiding the path I had taken. The church's pews filled with screaming people, their bodies aglow with flames, some burnt and charcoaled, others limp and lifeless. My heart broke for them. Pulling on the arm of the screaming mother and her young child, tears formed in my eyes when I saw the large, heavy chains restraining them all to the pews. There was no saving them. We all knew what fate had i
Abigail's POV Dressing with Lizzy's constant stream of questions had proven to be a challenge, but one I had risen to by letting her pick out my outfit before sending her to check on the fish while I quickly changed. Giving myself a final glance in the mirror, I approved of Lizzy's sense of style, a white ankle-length summer dress and pink flip-flops. Pulling a brush through my wild hair, I acknowledged that my hair would never be tamed and grabbed my keys. I had managed to give Lizzy a quick wash down with a washcloth; although I now understood why she was always grubby, it seemed bathing was another one of her allergies. "You look like an angel," Lizzy breathed, looking up at me as I tightened her laces. "That's because I am." I winked at her playfully, loving the sound of her laughter. "But shh, it's a secret," I teased light-heartedly. It took us about 15 minutes to walk into the local town; I was relieved and ashamed to say that Lizzy had led the way as I had no idea w
Damien's POV Staring at the text message I had written out and was considering sending, I decided I sounded desperate. Red was an angel; that, I was certain of it. I could sense her purity and divine power, even if it was mingled with an otherworldly malice that I didn't even know existed. With a throaty groan, I threw my phone on the bed, just like I had the last four times I had wanted to text Abigail. Walking towards the window, my shoulders stiff with tension and annoyance. I looked out over the town but, more importantly, over the apartment block Red had just moved into. I knew it was a little stalker-ish, but I didn't like this part of town, and I liked it less now that the wolves seemed to be circling. I couldn't guarantee she was safe! If I couldn't convince her to move, I would have to stay closer to keep an eye on her and ensure she was safe. Hearing my phone buzz, I turned over my shoulder, seeing my Father's name flash on the screen; I leaned over to pick it up, an