Almara’s PovI sink into my leather couch ignoring Elenor’s judgmental grimace as my wet and muddy fur matted with dried blood is no doubt staining the skin of the cushions. I don’t understand how her mind can even care about trivial matters like that during a time like this.There is one place for sure that my father and Grace could be at, though it’s the last place I hope she’s at- vampire territory. They could possibly be back at my parents’ house. Maybe they went there after hearing the news that Grace is wanted.
Almara’s PovI let out a sigh when the door closed shut behind Boss, whose real name I never did learn and I suppose that was intentional, and Rudy. They took the spyware they found planted in my house with them to search for fingerprints, or see if they could trace back at least to where it was manufactured.“I suppose that’s all,” Elenor says and though it wasn’t directed as a question I respond as if it were.“Actually,” I say hesitantly. I pause and
Almara’s PovArthur and I were about to head out the front door and hunt down our daughter when something dawned upon us. We have no plan.If Grace is the number one most wanted wolf then Arthur and I aren’t too far behind, and while I don’t doubt our parental instincts to fight off a few good-for-nothing gammas, how many will it take before we get worn? How many will we have to fight at once?Not to mention, let’s say we do locate her- then what? Bringing her back home
Almara’s PovNight has blanketed the sky. The only sources of light are from the spread of twinkling stars. Many animals have nestled into the beds for the night while the nocturnal creatures come out only to be heard and not seen. Owls sound their presence, crickets chirp, and zacatecas scream in harmony.Arthur and I continue in the direction of vampire territory. It’s where the aroma of the dress is leading us, confirming what we already thought to be true.Though the sun as set some time ago, the temperature has remained the same. Though maybe it’s from all our hiking that’s keeping our bodies warm. We’ll have to set up camp soon if we want to maintain our strength for the rest of our long journey, I just hope we won’t have to light a fire.The light and the smoke would only serve as a spotlight on us and so far we’ve been able to avoid some run-ins with others. The last thing we need is any surprise attacks while we’re sleeping.We’ve probably already walked ten miles. We only st
Arthur’s PovMy chest is on fire. The hole in it has split open at some point during that pathetic fight with that weak gamma. The nerve. He thought he could take down his alpha? The thought of it would make me laugh if it didn’t mean chest would move.I notice Almara peaking at me, giving me a sideways glance, and I know it’s from a place of concern so I try my best not to give her any reason to worry. When she isn’t looking at me, I’m peering down at my chest making sure no fresh blood is seeping through my clothes.Up until an hour ago, there wasn’t any. We’ve walked well into the night and when we finally decide to rest and set up camp, I try not to let it show how weary I feel.Only when I think about Grace am I revitalized and ready to keep moving, mentally at least. Physically, I’ve ignored my body’s whispers for so long that now my body is screaming at me to stop. Everything aches.I know the nurses extracted all the poison from my body, at least the majority of it that would
Almara’s PovEarly the next morning, before the sunrise I sense Arthur stirring next to me. Leave rustle beneath is lethargic movements, his breath gets caght in his chest as he attempts to move. I imagine his body still wishes he was at rest, as does mine.“What are you doing?” I ask groggily through bleary eyes. The sky still has a twilight blue to it, the moon a faint silver in the sky.“Trying to get a head start on the day,” Arthur says through stifled breaths as he lifts his arms over his head to throw on a plain fresh t-shirt that we packed.I sadly know what he means by this. If we can get done the majority of what we need to before too much time passes, just maybe we can handle the inevitable bad that surely is to come with more preparedness.I let out a big yawn and pull myself up. My body aches, more from the weight of the stress than anything else. My bones crack and my joints are stiff. At least the temperature is mild.“How are you feeling?” I ask referring mostly to his
Almara’s PovAn hour later, the plan is drawn up in the first with all of us huddled around it. After Robert finally calmed down after my insinuation that he was a double agent, Arthur was able to express his idea that maybe Robert should do exactly just that.A rough sketch of the vampires’ territory is etched into the dirt with various rocks representing different buildings. This is all made from memory and as far as we know, the entire layout could have changed since we were there last.Who knows, with their newly acquired familiars everything about their setup could be different. The only building that we assume has to remain stable is the councilmen’s building. There would be no way to relocate it when it’s already the most expensive building in the center of the city.If anything, the councilmen would have every other market, housing, and road work around their building. Grace may not be held at that specific building, but the men in charge are and if we can at least get to them
Arthur’s PovBefore we ditch our phones and get moving on delivering Robert to the vampires, my phone buzzes. I hesitate for a moment as the number flashing on the screen is only vaguely familiar.“Answer it,” Almara says pressing up against my side. Only because of her I hit the accept call button.“Arthur you need to make a speech down here at City Hall now,” The voice on the other line belongs to Cynthia, our publicist. I forgot I deleted all my publicist's phone numbers when Almara and I decided to go off the grid for a bit.She speaks as though rushed and shouting over some commotion, but even still it’s hard to hear.“I can’t,” I tell her and I know it isn’t what she wants to hear, but nothing is more important than getting to my daughter.“Enough with your excuses,” Cynthia practically screeches and I have to hold the phone away from my ear. “It’s a mad house in the city and you’re the top Alpha. You have to fix this. Now.”“What’s going on?” My father asks.I put my hand over