TESSA’S POVThe feeling was all too familiar. I’d felt it once before, when Wraith was in a coma—when I didn’t know if he’d survive, or if that would be the last time I saw him. But this was even worse. The fear I had seen in his eyes was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. It told me what we were both too afraid to say out loud: there was a chance he might not make it back alive.No matter how much I tried to stay optimistic, no matter how I tried to stay calm, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong. I must have checked the phone he left me at least a thousand times, just to be sure he hadn’t left a message—there were never any messages. Just the home screen staring back at me.I walked into the bathroom to take a shower—like that would get my mind off him.I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower enclosure. I let the hot water scald my skin; I needed that pain to feel alive.I picked up the shampoo, but my shaky hands couldn’t
Logan’s POVThe downtown warehouse had once been one of the Callisters’ biggest income streams, but now it was in ruins.Falcone used to brag that he sold the best crack in town. The place was a notorious drug hub, where illegal substances were moved in bulk to wealthy clients.It was one of the Callisters’ strongest holds over the city and even the key to powerful alliances beyond it.But after the news of Falcone’s death, the warehouse had been looted, perhaps by our own workers or by the clients themselves. Now, all that was left in the warehouse were the cargo shipping containers.I had no idea why Falcone chose this place to meet.“Quite on time,” Falcone commented as he stepped into view from behind one of the cargo containers. He took a drag from whatever he was smoking before tossing it to the ground and crushing it beneath his shoes.I noticed the various bruises marking his face and the slight limp to his movement.“Got into a fight?” I questioned, not bothering to hide my c
It was impossible. He was dead—I’d killed him, buried him, and called it the best day of my life. And yet, here he stood.He looked exactly how I remembered him to be—the man I had feared and admired.My husband. My mate. Falcone Callister.“Impossible.” I whispered, taking a step back and then another until my back hit the wall and there was nowhere else to retreat to.“I imagined what it’ll be like seeing you, my dear Diana. I imagined the look on your face, but this… not even my imagination did it justice. I can see the fear in your eyes. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“You should be dead.”“And yet here I am, standing before you. You should welcome me back the proper way a wife welcomes her husband.”“I saw you die.”“You saw what I wanted you to see.”My heart hammered in my chest, and as humiliating as it was, I couldn’t deny what I felt at that moment: it was fear… it was terror. And so, I slipped back into the role I had played multiple times. The perfect actress.“You
DIANA’S POVMy son was starved, brutally beaten up, and then killed.I stared down at the she-wolf lying on the floor before me. Angelina, one of the beloved members of the Silver Pack.A thrill settled over me when I imagined how many would mourn her death.The little wolf was not as weak as I’d thought she’d be. She was one fierce bitch, but that only made breaking her more fun.At first, she refused to cry. Even as the whips tore into her skin, not a single tear fell. not even when a fit of rage took over and I slammed her face-first into the wall, again and again, blaming her for my son’s death.But then I told her about her mate and how broken he’d been over the news of her capture.I told her how much Gamma Jake blamed himself for losing her, how much it tore him apart, and how desperately he’d been trying to reach me—only to be sent straight to voicemail. I even played some of his pleas out loud for her to hear, over and over again.She’d heard it all for herself—the fear, the
It took a whole minute for Wraith’s words to sink in.It didn’t make any sense.Angelina—the werewolf who never cared that I was human, my first real friend in the pack. When I was locked in the dungeons, she still visited as often as she could, even knowing I had used her. And now, she’d been captured… by Diana Callister.I could still remember how Diana had threatened to let her soldiers assault me, even though she knew I had no answers to her question.I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat.I hadn’t realized I was crying till Wraith wiped off the tears sliding down my cheeks with a thumb.“How? How did it happen?” I questioned.“The breeder was an insider.”“The baby?”“There was never one.”“Oh my god,” I gasped, unable to hold back my tears. Angelina had been so happy when she shared the news with me, and I’d been happy for her too. I knew how much she wanted a child of her own and this was finally a dream come true for her, but turns out it was all a lie.“I know exactl
TESSA’S POVI’d woken up to realize Wraith wasn’t on the bed. He was by the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking calmly into the phone in his hand, but the hard look in his eyes told me there was nothing calm about the conversation he was having with the person on the other end.He was in nothing but his briefs, and I couldn’t stop my gaze from trailing lower. It took everything in me to look away and focus on the tension in his shoulders.I watched the slight tightening of his jaw, something he always did when he was annoyed. He finally ended the call, tossing his phone on the table before turning to me. He managed to put on a smile, but I could see through it.“Did I wake you?” he asked as he returned to my side on the bed.“No. You didn’t.”I couldn’t even hear a word of what he’d said to the caller. In times like this, werewolf hearing did come in handy.“Did you enjoy your sleep?” he asked, placing a kiss on my lips and then my forehead.“I did.” I admitted, blushing at the memory