Mag-log inAsher’s Point of View My office door bursts opens and I glare at Peter, Derek and Jake as they storm into my office. “What the hell is going on with you, man?” Peter ask as soon as they are inside. “Nothing.” I mutter, staring down at the glass in my hand. "Nothing?” Jake scoffs, shaking his head. “You look like hell. You have been drinking a lot, you are snapping at everyone. You are locking yourself away... what the hell do you call that? Meditation?” He snaps at me and Peter nods his head, agreeing with him. “Exactly. This is bullshit. Something has been up with you for months now. And we are sick of it. We want to know what is going on. Now.” He demands, folding his arms in front of his chest and I growl lowly at him. “Just tell them, Asher.” Derek says flatly and I look at him sharply. “Derek...” I begin, but he holds up a hand, cutting me off. “No. Enough of this. You have been a walking nightmare, and they deserve to know why. If you don’t te
Sienna’s Point of View The house is quite. Scott went to go see Ethan again and my mother and Aiden already left for the hospital. I am just grabbing my bag, ready to head to the hospital myself, when there is suddenly a knock at the door. I frown slightly, setting my keys and bag back down on the table before walking over to the door. When I open the door, I freeze in my spot. “Bianca.” Her name slips out before I can stop it. I immediately see her red-rimmed eyes, her hands that are clasped together, and her hesitant posture. My stomach tightens slightly. “Good morning, Sienna.” She says softly, offering me a small, polite smile. “I am sorry to bother you, but I was hoping that we could talk.” My throat tightens and I swallow hard, shuffling my feet slightly. “I don’t think that is necessary.” I finally manage to say after a few seconds of silence, forcing a polite but stiff smile. Bianca sighs quietly, her shoulders drooping just a little. “Please, Sienna.
Sienna’s Point of View The afternoon sun is warm on my skin, and Aiden’s laughter fills the garden as he chases butterflies between my mother's flowerbeds. I sit on the grass, half-watching him and half-lost in my thoughts when I hear footsteps coming up behind me. “Hey.” Scott’s familiar voice says, and I turn to see him walking towards us, with a tired but gentle smile on his face. Before I can even greet him, Aiden spots him and his lights up instantly. “Hi, Uncle Scott!” He calls out and begins running towards him with something clutched in his hand. “Do you want a cookie? Me and Mommy baked!” He says excitedly, holding the cookie out to Scott, who chuckles and crouches down to Aiden’s level. “Oh, you did? That sounds amazing.” He says as he takes the cookie from Aiden’s outstretched hand and pretends to take a huge bite. “Wow, this is the best cookie ever.” He says with wide eyes and Aiden beams up at him with pride, bouncing on his toes. “I told you! I made t
Sienna’s Point of ViewI frown as something soft pokes at my cheek. Once. Twice.“Mommy, wake up.”A tiny voice suddenly whispers close to my ear.I groan softly and blink my eyes open, and the first thing I see is Aiden’s face hovering over mine, his big brown eyes wide and full of excitement.“Good morning, baby.” I mumble, my voice still heavy with sleep.He grins at me, showing off his tiny dimples. “Mommy, Grandma left already, but she made us pancakes!”He says excitedly, his eyes sparkling, and it makes me smile, even though my chest aches the moment I look into his eyes, those same eyes that remind me so much of Asher. I push the thought away and reach up to tuck a stray curl behind Aiden’s ear.“She did, huh?”I ask and he quickly nods his head, bouncing a little on the bed. “Yes! And they have chocolate chips! And she said I could eat two, but maybe we can make that three if you don’t tell her?”I laugh softly, sitting up and pulling him into my arms. “Three pancakes,
Scott’s Point of View When I finally get to Bianca’s room the next morning, I hesitate and for a few minutes I just stand outside, my hand hovering just above the handle. Sweat starts to form on my forehead, my breathing shallow. My chest feels tight, my heart racing. It feels like it might pop out of my chest any minute now and for a second I think I might actually pass out. I close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm myself down before I finally lift my hand and knock. There is a quiet shuffle on the other side, then I hear Bianca’s voice coming from behind the door. “Come in.” She calls out. I take one last deep breath before I grab the handle and push the door open slowly. She is sitting in a rocking chair by the window with Ethan cradled in her arms. He is smaller than I expected. Dark hair. Round cheeks. He is staring up at her, clutching one of her fingers. She looks up at me, giving me and uncertain smile. “Hey.” She says softly. “Hey.
Scott’s Point of ViewAfter leaving Sienna, I quickly make my way towards the packhouse, my mind still spinning from everything that has happened. Every step I take feels heavy, my chest feels tight and my head is full of noise that I can’t seem to shut off.Bianca.Ethan.Sienna.Everything is tangled together, and I don’t even know where to start pulling it apart.Once inside the packhouse, I find a few pack members in the kitchen. They look up as soon as I enter."Alpha Scott."They greet, nodding their heads politely and I return the nod.“Hey.” I say, clearing my throat. “Sorry to bother you, but do you know where Bianca is?”One of them frowns thoughtfully. “She was here earlier, but I think she went up to her room. The Alpha floor, first room on your left.”She says and I nod my head quickly."Thank you."I murmur before heading towards the stairs. With every step I take my heart begins pounding harder the closer I get. I don’t even know what I am going to say to her.Halfw







