I punched him hard, in the nose. He staggered backwards, hands over his bleeding nose, but his smile remained.“Look again.” I growled. “Do you remember this woman?”Now he was furious. He reached down, and for a second, I thought he was going for his weapon—But he snatched the picture from my hand instead.The only picture I had of my mother, he turned it over and tore out a portion with his teeth, spitting it at me.“How could I forget her? Those beautiful, enchanting green eyes are just simply unique.” He said with a smirk stretching on his lips. “Your father with the leg issue. He tried so fucking hard to protect his mate, but he was no match for me, not even when he had his two legs.Your mother cried only for a little while, but then… she stopped. She accepted her fate. He didn’t; he tried over and over to save her and failed. He died with the memory of his mate being hung to death right in front of his very eyes.”I let out a roar of pure fury as I lunged at him, bringing him
Six months ago.I sat at a bar. My only companion—a bottle of whiskey, which was almost empty.If my mother were alive, today would have been her birthday.For me, it was another day to remember that the man who had killed her was still alive and out there, another day to remember that she was yet to be avenged.I took out her picture, the only one I had left of her.A few years ago, I had returned back to the house I’d lived in, the very place my parents had both been killed, and I’d been able to recover a single picture of her. Worn out as it had been, this was all that was left of my past.Today, I had it with me. My mother stared at me from the picture, a loving smile on her face.Even after all those years, it still felt like it all happened yesterday. I still blamed myself for not being there when they needed me the most.‘Patience,’ Rex had said, "You’ll have your revenge when the time is right."It’s been seventeen years and six months since my parents’ death and nine years si
WRAITH’S POV“Can you hear me?” Her voice broke through the silence. Soft and soothing, I never really realized how beautiful her voice was till now when I had nothing else to focus on but just that—her voice.“You’ll be fine, Wraith. Soon, it will be over,” she assures, then everything went silent, and I feared I’d lost her voice once again. “I love you.” She finally said.I wanted to respond—I wanted to say something back to her—but no words came out, no matter how hard I tried.I never did say those words back. I never told her I loved her.Her voice faded away, and I’m drawn into another dream—no, a memory.-Eighteen years ago.I’d been told many times that I was the spitting image of my mother, but I never saw the resemblance. She had green eyes and dark blonde hair, while I had grey eyes and ash brown hair.My mother was strikingly beautiful, and my father never failed to remind her of that every day. My parents loved each other so much, and they didn’t hide it.My father had b
“Just a few hours ago, you wanted nothing to do with her, and now you want to speak to her?” Jake asked, narrowing his eyes.“I’m sorry, but this is really important. Can you find her?”“I guess, yes. But are you alright? You look kind of pale.”“I’m fine. Just find her, please.”He nodded before heading off.It couldn’t be possible. It just couldn’t be Falcone. I could have sworn I had never seen that man in my life, and yet, it had been him in that picture. Inside me, I knew it..“I knew you’d be calling for me soon enough, and so I stayed close.” My mother said with a smile.“Are you fine with her?” Jake asked. It took me a little too long to nod, and then I was leading her to my room.The moment we got in, I shoved her to the bed.She looked up at me, stunned.I really didn’t know what I was turning into. Earlier, I’d been violent with Logan, and yet he’d been kind enough to ignore that, and now my mother. I swallowed, taking a deep breath, and then I tossed the picture she had
“I wasn’t sure what kind you’d prefer, so I got you the same one I use,” Angelina said, passing me the brand-new phone. I stared at it, stunned. I’d only asked her yesterday.“Thank you so much.” I said reaching for my purse. “How much do I owe you?”“Come on, Tessa, it’s nothing.”“You’ve done enough for me; I’m paying, besides, I do have some cash on me.”“You don’t have to pay me. I bought it with Wraith’s card. He gave me one in case you ever needed anything, so technically, I’m not the one you owe.”Of course, this was something Wraith could do. As grateful as I was that he was making sure I lacked nothing, I wasn’t used to this. All my life, I paid my own bills and provided for myself, and so this was a bit… overwhelming.When Angelena was gone. I returned to my room and shut the door behind me.I searched the drawers for the card Logan had given me, and I finally found it. I took a moment studying the numbers and memorizing them, before ripping the paper into shreds and disposi
The healers had informed me Wraith was under a heavy sedative; they believed it might help quicken the healing and reduce the pain. But even in his sleep, he still looked in pain. His brows were furrowed, sweat trickled down his forehead, and he trembled as if he was cold.I took his hands in mine once again.“Wraith.” I called, but this time he couldn’t hear me. “I don’t know what to do—”Someone walked in.A healer, I’d assumed, till I looked up to see Natasha. She wasn’t looking at me—she was looking at him.“He’s still in pain. The sedative isn’t enough to numb it.” She said, confirming my own thoughts. “No one can help him right now; he will have to fight this all on his own.”I had no idea why Natasha was speaking to me, but now I could clearly see how much she cared for him. She finally looked at me, her sneer returning—blame bright in her eyes. Then she turned around and walked away.Natasha had said no one could help him, but maybe she was wrong; maybe there was a way to help