LOGINBianca’s Point of ViewThe garden is quiet and I slowly sit down on the stone bench. My fingers trace the edges of my phone as I stare blankly at the flowers in front of me. The air is warm, peaceful… but it doesn’t touch the storm sitting heavily in my chest.Things have been tense.No, worse than tense.Silent.Asher and I have barely spoken since the fight. We pass each other in the halls, exchange short, polite words when necessary, but that's it.And it’s eating at me, because I know my time is running out.I swallow hard, leaning back slightly and I close my eyes for a few seconds.Maybe I pushed too hard.Maybe he did.Maybe we both did.Maybe I should just go apologize, maybe he will feel sorry and we can try again.My phone suddenly buzzes in my hand.I frown, glancing down at the screen.Unknown number.My stomach drops before I even open it, because I already know.I slowly unlock my phone.You’re running out of time.Tell Asher to sign the treaty.Or I will make you regre
Scott’s Point of View“Where are we going?” she asks after a while, glancing over at me.I shrug, keeping my eyes on the road, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’ll see.”She narrows her eyes at me, clearly unimpressed. “So this is the part where you kill me somewhere in the forest, huh?”I laugh. “Wow. So much trust.”“Hey, you are the one being all mysterious,” she shoots back, crossing her arms but smiling anyway.“I promise, I have no murder plans tonight,” I say, glancing at her.She rolls her eyes. “Good. That would really ruin the date.”I grin at that. “So you admit this is a date?”She hesitates for half a second, then shrugs. “Maybe.”“Maybe?” I echo. “That’s a little harsh, Si. I set the bar higher than ‘maybe.’”She laughs softly. “We’ll see how the night goes.”“Wow. Tough crowd.”“Drive, Alpha,” she teases. “Impress me.”—She steps out of the truck and looks around, her eyes widening slightly.“You set all this up?” she asks softly.I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah. I fig
Scott’s Point of View I have been contemplating doing this all night, and I just decided, why not do it? Why not ask her out? What do I have to lose? So, here I am, quickly making my way to Sienna’s house. As I near the house I hear music coming from it, and I can't help but smile. I step up to her door and reach out, about to knock, but suddenly, I hesitate. My hand hovers near the door as doubt once again begin to kick in. I shake my head and take a deep breath before I knock on the door, shifting my weight nervously as I wait. It doesn’t take long before it opens. “Scott. Hi. What are you doing here?” She asks, her voice a little uncertain but warm. The scent of breakfast reaches me and I rub the back of my neck, giving her a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I can go. I don’t want to disturb your breakfast.” I say quickly. “Uncle Scott!” Aiden’s voice suddenly rings out before either one of us can say anything else. He comes barreling into me, wrapping his arms around
Scott’s Point of View "Looks who's here." Marcus murmurs, nodding his head to our right. I see Sienna, standing a few meters away, a smile on her face as she watches Aiden running off to his friends. I immediately straighten, heading her way. “You clean up nice.” I say as I near her. She turns, a little too quickly, and I catch the way her eyes wander over me, lingering a second longer, before she looks at me and answers. “You mean compared to how sweaty and disgusting I was earlier?” She asks with an arched brow and I grin at her, nodding my head. “Exactly. This is a big improvement.” I tease. She rolls her eyes and folds her arms in front of her chest. “Wow. You are so romantic.” She says sarcastically and I can't help but chuckle. “Hey, I’m just being honest again.” I say, shrugging. She rolls her eyes again, but she can't stop the smile tugging at her mouth. I smile back at her and nod my head towards the tables. “Come on. Before everything good disa
Scott’s Point of View “Alright, warm up properly. I don’t want anyone pulling something in the first five minutes.” I call out, clapping my hands once as I look over the group in front of me. A few groans follow, but they start stretching anyway. Marcus smirks next to me, shaking his head before heading over to start stretching as well. I step forward, about to call out again when I hear footsteps approaching. I glance over my shoulder, and freeze in surprise for half a second. “Well, well…” I say grinning, and turning fully to look at them. “Look who finally decided to join us.” Sienna rolls her eyes, and folds her arms in front of her chest. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t make it sound like a miracle.” She says, adjustung the strap of her sports top, but before I can respond Aiden lets go of her hand and bolts toward the kids. “I’m gonna win today!” He yells at his friends and Sienna and I both chuckle. “That kid’s got confidence.” I murmur and she nods her head.
Scott’s Point of ViewThe morning starts like most others, early and cold.Marcus falls into step beside me as we move along the patrol line, a few warriors trailing behind us.“You’re quiet today,” he says, glancing at me.“I’m always quiet on patrol.”“No,” he counters immediately. “You’re brooding. That’s different.”I exhale slowly.“I’m not brooding.”“Right,” he mutters. “And I’m the Luna.”I shoot him a look.“Focus on the patrol, Marcus.”“I am focused,” he says easily. “I’m just also capable of having a conversation at the same time.”I don’t respond, scanning the tree line instead.He lets the silence stretch for a few seconds before speaking again.“So… what’s going on with Sienna?”My jaw tightens slightly.“Nothing.”Marcus snorts.“Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second.”I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair.“I don’t know what’s going on,” I admit. “She hasn’t spoken to me since the fair.”“That bad, huh?”“I don’t know if it’s bad,” I mutter. “It’s just… nothing. S
Scott’s Point of View I just got back from Brookhollow. I was right. She never got on that bus. No one there remembers her getting on, or off the bus, even if they still wouldn't confirm it, or tell me her name. As soon as I got to the pack Marcus linked me, telling me the council is requesting
Bianca’s Point of View "Emily... a baby? Did you know? Is that what you didn’t want to tell me?" I ask and Emily’s breath catches slightly. "Yes... I just... I thought maybe it would be better if you heard it from the doctor. They found out when we first brought you back." “When you found
Bianca’s Point of View I swallow hard as Damon’s cold eyes land on mine. Every instinct in my body screams at me to run, but there is nowhere to go. “Open it.” He hisses and the guard next to him quickly nods his head and unlocks my cell. The sound of metal scraping echoes through the dungeo
Bianca’s Point of View I wake up slowly, with pain pulsating through my skull, sharp and relentless, like something is trying to split my head open from the inside. I groan and try to move, but my body protests immediately. Every muscle aches. My jaw throbs. My ribs feel tight when I breathe. I







