LOGINBianca’s Point of View
Morning comes too fast. I sit up abruptly, my heart already racing, my wolf restless beneath my skin. We didn’t sleep enough. She mutters. “No, but we don’t have the luxury of sleeping any longer.” I whisper, rubbing my face. I glance at the clock, then swing my legs over the bed. My body aches, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin, but stopping isn’t an option. Not now. Not when Damon could be anywhere. Or his men . My wolf adds darkly. "Exactly." I murmur as I grab my bag. I double-check that everything is still in there before heading out. The motel is quiet, and I don’t slow until I am a few streets away. The bus station is small, too small and I hate it immediately. If someone comes asking questions they will immediately recognize me. I hesitate for a second, contemplating what to do. We don't really have any other choice. This is the only way out of here. My wolf says quietly and I sigh, nodding my head. Yeah... I know... I take a deep breath before pushing open the door and stepping inside. I walk up to the counter and give the woman behind it a tight smile. “Hi. I need a ticket.” I say softly She looks up at me and nods her head with a smile. “Sure. Where to?” She asks. I name the town I decided on last night. If is far enough away that Damon won't come looking, but close enough to disappear to quickly. She nods her head. "Sure. Just give me a minute. " She says and and I nod my head. She types for a moment, then frowns. “The next bus going that way leaves tomorrow morning.” She says, looking back at me and I close my eyes briefly. “Tomorrow?” I ask slowly, opening my eyes again and she nods her head. “Yes. The first one is at seven.” She says and I sigh. “Ard you sure there is nothing today?” I asks but she shakes her head. “No, I'm sorry.” She says with an apologetic smile and I swallow hard as panic begins to claw at me. My wolf shifts uneasily. That's too long. He could find us. I murmur. What other choice do we have? She repeats and I sigh. I know... “I’ll take it. One ticket please.” I aay and she nods her head. "That will be R400." She says and I quickly nod before pulling the money out and handing it to her. She prints the ticker and slides it across the counter towards me. “There you go. Keep this safe.” She says and I nod my head. “I will.” I promise, tucking it into my bag. When I step back outside, my shoulders slump slightly and I try to breath normally. Just one more night, then I am free. I encourage myself before heading straight back to the motel. The woman at the desk recognizes me immediately. “Back so soon?” She asks with a smile and I nod my head. “Yeah, I need to extend my stay. Just one more night please.” I say and she smiles at me, nodding her head. “Of course, that won't be a problem.” She says and I give her a small smile before I pay quickly. I accept the new key card, and hesitate for a second. “Is there somewhere nearby to eat breakfast?” I ask and she nods her head. “There is a little diner just down the block. You can’t miss it.” She says, still smiling at me and I nod my head, returning her smile. “Thank you.” I say before quickly stepping back outside. For a second I wonder if I should take my things to my room, but I decide against it and instead I make my way straight to the diner. It’s quiet when I get there. There are few people scattered around, but no one seems to be paying me any attention and I feel my shoulders slightly relax. I slide into a booth and stare at the menu without really seeing it. “What can I get you, honey?” Someone asks next to me and I quickly look up to see an older waitress smiling at me. “Uh, some eggs, back and toast. And coffee. Please.” I say quickly and she nods her head, smiling at me. “You got it, honey. Coming right up.” She says and I give her a small smile before she walks away. The second she turns away, my wolf growls lowly inside of me. Something’s wrong. You have been saying that since last night. I say an she shakes her head. This is different. She murmurs and my heart begins to race. I grip the edge of the table. Is it Damon? No. It's something... else. She says immediately. His men? I ask and she hesitates for a second before she answers. No…I don't think so, but I don’t know. She says hesitantly and my chest tightens. You don’t know? That's not exactly comforting. I mutter. I don’t recognize the feeling.... She admits after a few seconds. It’s… close. Heavy. But I don't feel amy danger. We’re safe here. We’re in a human town. She says and I swallow hard. That doesn’t mean anything. I say, pressing my lips together and forcing myself to breathe. The food arrives, and I focus on it. I eat mechanically, barely tasting anything. You are still shaking. My wolf says after a few minutes. I know. We shouldn’t stay. I say quietly. We don’t have a choice. The bus isn’t until tomorrow. She says and I sigh. I know. We need to be ready. I am ready. I say quietly and she goes silent, but I can feel her tension still coiling tighter. I quickly finish my food an pay for it before making my way back to the motel. Back in my room, I lock the door and drop onto the bed. I pull out the notebook Emily gave me and flip it open. “Okay... Let’s go over this again.” I murmur. I read through my notes slowly. Where I’m going. Where I’ll stay. What I’ll do for work. What I’ll do if Damon finds me. I pause on that last one. “Run... Always run.” I whisper. Or fight. My wolf adds but I shake my head. No, no fighting. Not unless we absolutely have to. I say firmly. I flip the page and start rewriting parts of the plan, adjusting routes, crossing things out, adding alternatives. You are overthinking this. I can’t afford not to. At some point, I turn the TV on just for the noise. Human voices fill the room, dull and meaningless, but grounding. I don’t remember falling asleep. I just know I wake up to darkness. My stomach growls loudly, making me flinch. “Great... Perfect timing.” I mutter as I sit up, before checking the clock. Great. I missed the cut off for ordering take away... Now what? The bar, that woman said it had food. My wolf says and I nod my head. “Great. Let's get this over with quickly.” I mutters as I pull on my jacket and head out. The street is quiet. Stay alert. My wolf warns and I nod my head. I am. She doesn't say anything else and I quickly make my way to the bar. The bar is just ahead when the door suddenly opens and I stop dead when a large man steps outside. He quickly begins to move, heading my way and then.... Then, the scent slams into me. My heart stutters violently in my chest and my breath catches. My wolf begins to howl inside of my head, loud and frantic. It's HIM. I stagger back half a step, as a storm of emotions flood my veins as the pull hits me full force.Bianca's Point of View I just stare at him, my heart racing so fast it almost hurts. He wants me. Not someday. Not eventually. Now. He's been keeping his distance because every instinct inside of him has been telling him to do the exact opposite. For a few minutes neither one of us speaks. The silence stretches between us, but somehow it doesn't feel uncomfortable. It feels... Fragile. Like one wrong word could shatter everything we have just rebuilt. Scott lets out a slow breath before rubbing the back of his neck. "I probably should have told you sooner." He says quietly. "I just..." He laughs softly, shaking his head. "I had absolutely no idea how." He says and I can't help smiling. "I noticed." I say and his cheeks turn slightly pink. "Yeah..." Another silence settles between us and I look down at my hands. "I don't know what to say." I admit honestly. "You don't have to say anything." Scott replies immediately. "I didn't tell y
Bianca's Point of View The apartment feels strangely quiet. Quieter than usual. Ethan is spending a few hours with Miss Hannah so I can finally finish decorating his nursery before Christmas, and for the first time in days, I have the entire apartment to myself. I stand in the middle of the nursery with my hands on my hips, slowly looking around the room, deciding what to do first. Most of the furniture is already in place. The crib is sitting against one wall under the mountain mural. The soft sage-green curtains are hanging neatly in front of the windows. A cream-colored rug with tiny woodland animals covers the floor.And the beige rocking chair is in front of the window. The room already feels warmer than it did, but it still doesn't quite feel... Finished.I sigh, shaking my head. "Okay. Let's fix that."I murmur to myself. I kneel down next to one of the unopen boxes from my shopping trip and I carefully begin unpacking everything. A wooden fox. A little bear. A
Scott's Point of View "It might be." Marcus's words linger in the silence between us. I stare at him for several long seconds before shaking my head. Even though it makes sense, my mind still refuses to accept it. "No." I say, leaning back in my chair and I let out a slow breath. "I don't think so." I say and Marcus folds his arms in front of his chest. "And why not?" He asks flatly. "Because..." I shake my head again. "I don't know." I mutter, running a hand through my hair. He raises an eyebrow. "That's not exactly a convincing argument." He says and I sigh. "Yeah... I know." I mutter. "But mate haze?" I let out a humorless laugh. "Isn't that supposed to happen after mates accept each other?" I ask and Marcus shrugs. "Usually." "Usually?" I repeat and he nods his head. "But everyone's different. You know that." He says, leaning back in his chair. "I do." I say and he nods again. "The bond is already there. You've acknowledg
Scott's Point of View I have read the same report four times, and I still couldn't tell you what it says. I stare down at the words, trying to force myself to focus, but the letters blur together until they may as well be written in another language. With a frustrated sigh, I lean back in my chair and rub a hand over my face. "Get it together." I mutter to myself. There is work to do. Meetings to organize. Training reports to sign. Patrol schedules to approve. I reach for the next file. Open it. Read the first sentence. ...Nothing. My thoughts begin to drift again. Back to two nights ago. To Bianca standing in Ethan's nursery. Her smile. The way she looked at me. The way her damp hair rested against her shoulders after her shower. The way her shirt had clung... I shut my eyes tightly. "No." I whisper, shaking my head. The familiar heat immediately spreads through my chest again. It feels as though my veins are on fire. I let out a s
Bianca's Point of View I wake to the sound of Ethan babbling through the baby monitor and smile sleepily as I sit up in bed. "Well, I guess that's my cue to start the day." I murmur to myself before slipping out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. I quickly begin my morning routine and after getting dressed, I walk across the hallway and quietly push open Ethan's nursery door. The moment he sees me, his entire face lights up. He throws both little hands into the air and lets out an excited squeal and I laugh. "There he is! My happy little boy." I lift him out of his cot and kiss his forehead. "Did you sleep well?" I ask. He answers with another happy babble before grabbing a handful of my hair, and yanking it. "Ouch. I'll take that as a yes." I laugh, untangling my hair from his grip. A few minutes later, after changing his diaper and getting him dressed, I carry him into the kitchen. Scott is already there. He has a mug of coffee in one hand and is reading over
Scott's Point of ViewDinner with the pack ends later than I expect.Between Marcus telling another ridiculous story from training, Emma teasing me about Ethan's little surprise this morning, and Aiden insisting that he should be promoted to "Junior Alpha," there is barely a quiet moment the entire evening.By the time Bianca, Ethan and I finally make our way back to the apartment, the little guy is rubbing his eyes."Someone is tired."Bianca says softly, smiling down at him.Ethan answers with a tiny yawn before resting his head against her shoulder.I chuckle."I think bath time and bed sound like a good idea."I say and she nods her head."They do."She agrees.The moment we step inside the apartment, Bianca disappears down the hallway with Ethan."I'll get him cleaned up."She calls over her shoulder."I'll be there in a minute."I answer.I tidy up the few things we brought home before making my way toward Ethan's nursery.The bathroom door is open.I stop in the doorway without
Bianca’s Point of ViewIt’s still dark when I wake.For a second, nothing makes sense.My body is warm. Too warm. My mind feels hazy, like I was pulled out of something deep and heavy.I shift slightly, trying to figure out what woke me.A low groan sounds behind me.Strong arms tighten instinctive
Bianca’s Point of ViewMy wolf loses it.She doesn’t just stir or pace—she howls, slamming against me, clawing, calling out so loudly inside my head that it makes my vision blur.Mine. Mine. Mine.I suck in a sharp breath, my chest tightening as the pull nearly knocks me off my feet.The man freeze
Sienna’s Point of View The café is warm when I step inside, filled with the hum of voices and the scent of freshly baked bread. Emma waves me over as soon as I walkin, her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, her smile wide. “There you are! I was beginning to think you ditched me.” She tease
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.”







