LOGINScott’s Point of View “I guess I am as ready as I will ever be.” She says quietly. “We’re here!” He shouts, bouncing with excitement. I glance over at Sienna. Her hands are still gripping her seatbelt a little too tightly. “Yeah, baby. We are here.” She says, forcing a smile as she turns back to help unbuckle him. She exhales slowly before she opens the door. Aiden is already halfway out of the car and rushing towards the front door. I grab the bags from the back just as the front door swings open and her mother and Ava rush out. “Sienna!” They yell, and the next thing I know, she is wrapped up in both of them, with Aiden caught in the middle, laughing. “Oh, thank the Moon. You are here.” Her mother says, holding her tightly. “Of course I am, Mom. I got here as fast as I could.” Sienna says softly. I hang back, giving them space. This moment isn’t mine. When they finally pull apart, her mother's eyes flick to me. She tilts her head slightly, be
Scott’s Point of View “Marcus, if those patrol reports aren’t on my desk by morning, I’m demoting you to coffee duty for a week.” “That’s not a real punishment. You know I like coffee duty.” Marcus mutters. “Fine, then I’ll make it paperwork duty.” “Now that’s just cruel.” “Get it done.” “Yes, Alpha.” I end the call and drop my phone onto the nightstand, rubbing a hand over my face as I sink back into bed. “Finally... Five hours of sleep if I’m lucky.” I mutter to myself. My wolf grumbles something under his breath, but he is already settling down as well. “Yeah, yeah. Tomorrow we deal with the rest.” I say, closing my eyes, and letting sleep pull me under. ----------------------------- The sound of my phone ringing cuts through the silence. I groan, fumbling blindly across the nightstand. “What time is it…” I mutter, squinting at the screen. 2:03 AM. I frown when I see the name, and I realize that something has to be wrong. “Si? It’s two in t
Bianca’s Point of View I can’t stop glancing at my phone. It is sitting just next to the cutting board, with the screen down, but every time it buzzes I feel my pulse jump like it is trying to claw out of my throat. I continue to stir the sauce, forcing myself to breathe evenly. Just focus on dinner. Breath and calm down. I say, trying to get myself to calm down, then the phone buzzes again. I grab it before I can stop myself and a photo lights up the screen. It looks like documents. Official ones. My breath catches when I recognize the crest at the top, it is the alliance papers. My hands start to shake and my mouth goes dry. The only reason he would send me this is because something is wrong. Another message comes through almost immediately, and I swallow hard. “Do you think this is a joke? Is this supposed to be funny? This is all you could get me? I knew you were useless. Now I have no more need for you. You will be sorry.” My whole body goes cold and the phon
Bianca’s Point of View Ethan’s little fingers curl tightly around mine as I feed him, his sleepy eyes fluttering with each swallow. I smile softly at him, lightly brushing my thumb over his cheek. He is warm, content, and completely unaware of the world outside of our quiet bubble. The peace lasts only until my phone buzzes on the counter next to me. I glance over at it with a frown, shifting Ethan to one arm so I can reach for it. It's probably just Lila letting me know something about supplies or a reminder for his nap schedule. But the moment I unlock the screen, my blood runs cold. It has been a month. Have you done what I asked you? By the way… he is such a cute little baby. It really would be such a shame if something were to happen to him. Then, ping, ping, ping. Photo after photo floods my screen. Me and Ethan in the city last week. Me pushing his stroller. Me sitting outside the café with him in my lap. I freeze and my heart feels like it stopped altoget
Scott’s Point of View “Anything else?” I ask, flipping through the last of the reports on my desk. Marcus leans back in his chair, his arms folded in front of his chest. “You’ve been asking me that for the last ten minutes.” “Because I want to be done.” I mutter, dropping the papers into a neat pile. He watches me for a second, then smirks slightly. “You want to be done, or you want to go somewhere?” He asks. “Both.” I say without looking at him. “Mm-hmm.” He nods his head slowly. “The hospital?” He asks and I finally glance up at him. “Do you have something useful to say, or are you just going to sit there and judge me?” I ask and he grins again “I’m not judging. “I’m observing. There is a difference.” He says lightly. “Finish your thought.” He shrugs. “You’ve been distracted since we got back. You didn’t even yell at Andrew when he messed up the patrol rotation.” “I did yell at him.” “You sighed, Scott.” He says with an arched brow. “Th
Bianca’s Point of ViewEthan giggles as I lift him up, his tiny hands grabbing at my hair while we wander through the garden paths.“Hey, hey, gentle. You are going to make Mommy bald before she turns thirty.”I laugh softly, adjusting him on my hip. He just babbles happily, completely unbothered, and I press a kiss to his cheek.“Yeah, I know. You don’t care. As long as you win, right?”I murmur. “Ba!”“That’s what I thought.” I say smiling at him and Ethan giggles softly again as I adjust the blanket around him. “You are enjoying this, huh? Nice and peaceful. No drama. Just you and me.” I murmur, brushing my fingers lightly over his cheek. He makes a soft sound, his tiny fingers curling around mine and my chest tightens. “Yeah… I like it too.”I whisper with a smile.“Maybe we should stay out here all day, and just hide from the world."I say softly. “Bianca.” I freeze when his voice reaches me. I quickly turn around, my heart jumping into my throat when I see Asher walkin
Bianca’s Point of View There is a soft knock on my door, but before I can even speak my mother’s voice comes through the door. "Bianca, it's me." "Come in." I say softly and she pushes the door open. She close the door behind her and gives me a small smile. "Emily told you me you haven't eat
Bianca’s Point of ViewI don’t say another word, I just stand up.My mother’s hand slips from mine as I turn and walk out of the office.My father and Damon don’t stop me and I slam the door shut behind me.For a few seconds I lean back against the door, just trying to breathe.The hallway feels to
Scott’s Point of ViewI wake up drenched in sweat.My chest aches.Not a sharp pain, just an uneasy pressure.Something feels wrong.I sit up and run a hand through my hair.“What’s going on?” I mutter, asking my wolf who shifts restlessly.I don’t know.He mutters and I frown “That’s helpful.”
Bianca’s Point of View I fold the last shirt and shove it into the bag. “Okay. Tonight.” I whisper to myself. Six changes of clothes. The pouch of money Emily and Mom slipped me. The old necklace Mom gave me. Some toiletries. “That’s all I need.” I murmur. I feel pressure in my mind and







