MasukThird person's POV Yvonne barely had time to get back on her feet before Ayla reached her. Ayla had pitch black eyes and her face, drained from every colour. Yvonne looked up at her. “You." She choked out. The fire that had thrown her against the wall left her gasping for breath and she tried to lift her gun she still clutched in her grip but Ayla flicked her wrist, sending it flying across the hallway. Her chest tightened as fear crawled into her blood streams, she tried to pull back. " You wretched girl! You killed my son and now you wanna kill me? Go ahead you monster!!” Yvonne yelled back Ayla didn't even flinch, she only waved her hand and the force carried Yvonne in the air slowly, getting her feel the weight of herself as she went up into the air. “You bitch! Kill me already, kill me so I can haunt you all the days of your fucking life…" No one has the right to their energy, no one except me.” Almost immediately Ayla dropped her fingers, sending Yvonne back to the grou
Third Person's POVThe gun shot echoed through the house and Killian ducked just in time. The bullet strikes the wall as Clara who had been by the hallways immediately dropped to the nearby cabinet. He grabbed the edge of the door and tried to slam it shut but before he could secure the lock, another shot rang out. "Fuck!"He stumbled backward as the bullet pierced the wooden door.Clara pressed herself against the cabinet, her heart hammering against her chest. Yvonne moved inside and turned around to aim at Killian but he had already disappeared and as she approached the couch where Killian hid, checking out his bruised shoulder that had strangely started to bleed uncontrollably but then the footsteps from the hallways averted her attention accompanied with the faint voice calling out to her. “Auntie! I'm here!!" Athena screamed on top of her voice but Yvonne ignored the call for her and she aimed at Ivy who was already just at the end of the hallways, her eyes immediately glow
Third person's POV.Fifty-three wasn't so much of an old age for Yvonne. If anything, she'd describe the age as advanced.She trimmed her grey naturally but only because she had to maintain a short cut. She had to look like the perfect aged lady everyone made of it. Yvonne had checked her phone for the seventh time and there was still nothing. No missed calls and no messages and not even a single notification from Athena and it had been more than nineteen hours since she left. She couldn't say she predicted this but she couldn't say otherwise either. She sat on the sofa in the living room with one leg crossed over the other as she stared at the screen with growing irritation. Their arrangement had been simple. Athena would meet Clara, get the information they needed, and return to the hideout. If anything went wrong, she would send a message. If she couldn't return, she would find another way to let her know.Yet hours had passed without a call and without a text. Yvonne lowe
Third person's POV“My house is flooded?”Clara stopped pacing, her heart beating twice as fast than before. “What do you mean my house is fucking flooded? Who gave them directions?”She pressed the phone harder against her ear, listening to her secretary's increasingly frantic explanation. She couldn't focus since all her attention had been divided ever since Killian showed what was trending right now. This was the eighteenth call she had been on with her secretary today. .“No, no, no. Hold on. One thing at a time.” she advised, leaning into one of the couches for support as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “But that's my personal home. How can you tell me they got to the office and then to my house… arrghhhh.” “I don't know ma'am but some of your security gas confirmed it, there are reporters,bloggers, they are all asking about Elara." Clara dragged a hand over her face. “Pkease don't tell me some of them are about to get in, call security on them.."The line broke yet aga
Third Person’s POVThe first thing Athena felt was the feeling of cold water against her skin, from head to toe. The water soaked her hair and ran down her face causing her to jerk violently, choking as she dragged in a breath. She coughs again, twisting against the restraints around her wrists. Her head throbbed like it wasn't just water that was poured all over her. It took a while for her to realize what exactly was going on, recalling everything she could. Clara and the restaurant and the syringe. Athena's eyes flew open immediately, she looks around and notice she was in a room like basement but then it had too many windows for a basement and was a bit too bright for an atticEven before she tried to make out where exactly she was. the pain in her abdomen stinged but she was more focused on the figure in front of herIt was Clara and age was holding an empty bucket with Ivy beside her. Ivy stood, dressed in a pair of jeans short and jean jacket with her expression unreadab
Third person's POVClara didn't always have her way with lying. She hated the way it made her stomach twist and the way she had to rack her brain for every perfect word so it'd sound as true as she wanted. But if she wanted Athena to believe her, she couldn't afford to hesitate or think too hard. She sat alone in a small, deserted café on the outskirts of the city, watching the entrance through the reflection in the darkened window. She had rented the whole place and paid away the workers. She chose the restaurant because it was far from the busy street to offer privacy, but close enough to a main road that she wouldn't have to drag an unconscious woman through miles of forest if everything went according to plan. IF. Clara narrowed her gaze towards her wrist watch, unsatisfied, she reached for her phone and glanced at the time. Athena was three minutes late and it made her restless, giving rooms for all types of thoughts to swarm her head. She resisted the urge to check the t
Ayla's pov My office was a better view but as I sat on the beach bench on my balcony upstairs I realized I preferred this piece and the quiet view of the estate I lived in. My knees were pulled to my chest as I watched the sky line. It might finally give me answers if I stared long enough.Why di
Ayla's povThe next day, I had sent Tessa the list of things Ivy greedily needed and dropped it off all at once. She was back in the office before the meeting started. Though it was concluded I still had some extra calls to finish about sponsorship terms and revised schedules. “Yes yes,” I placed
Third person's pov The private summoning chambers were mostly used for interrogating traitors from other packs who had come to spy on the blood moon pack The chamber laid deep beneath the pack's dungeon where torturing the traitors was convenient. Kallum paced in small steps around the cave li
Ayla’s POVMy eyes slowly opened to the dull white of a hospital room. The scent of antiseptic and fresh sheets filled my nose, a headache pounded behind my eyes like a drum and for the whole time all I could hear was the beeping monitor indicating I was still alive. I blinked again “Ayla..?" A f







