LOGINBianca’s Point of View Scott and I are in his office, staring at the laptop screen in front of us. Derek’s face is displayed on the screen, and behind him I can see the familiar walls of Asher’s packhouse. It feels strange. A few days ago, I never thought I would be sitting here, working together with Scott and Asher’s people to protect my family, but here I am. Derek shifts slightly in his chair. “So, you know him better than we do. Do you think this will work?” He asks, his eyes moving between me and Scott. My eyes drop to the document on Scott’s desk. The diversion alliance, the fake agreement that makes it look like Damon is finally getting what he wants. It gives him the illusion of control, but most importantly, it gives us time and hopefully, it gives us a chance to get my family out. I take a slow breath before nodding my head. “Yeah.. I think so. It will definitely annoy him. It is close to what he wants, but still not exactly it.” I say honestly. Scott
Bianca’s Point of ViewThe kitchen is quiet.Well… as quiet as it can be in a packhouse.There are still voices in the halls, people moving around, and the occasional sound of someone laughing somewhere in the distance, but for once I am not overwhelmed by it.I am standing at the kitchen counter, looking over the cakes I just finished making.I don’t even remember the last time I baked.Before Ethan, before everything with Damon, before running and hiding became my normal life, I used to love little things like this.Baking.Cooking.Making something for people I cared about.It feels strange doing something so normal again.Almost like I am pretending that my life hasn’t been completely turned upside down.But then I look at the cakes sitting on the counter, and I smile slightly.Because this time I’m not baking because I’m trying to survive.I’m baking because I want to.Because I want to do something nice for the pack.For Scott.For Ethan.I carefully place the last cake down and
Bianca’s Point of View For a few seconds after Scott says the words, I just stare at him. I think my brain stops working. Because I expected him to say that he was hurt. I expected him to say that he wasn’t ready. I expected him to remind me of everything I did wrong. And he has every right to. But instead, he is sitting here, looking at me with those same eyes that somehow make me feel safe, and telling me he wants to try. With me. I glance down at Ethan between us. Our son. The little person who somehow brought so much pain into our lives but also somehow brought us back together. Then I look back at Scott. “Really?” The word leaves my mouth quietly. Almost like I am afraid that if I say it too loudly, this moment will disappear. Scott’s expression softens and he nods. “Yeah.” He says gently. “I really want to try to make this work.” My chest tightens. “Not just for Ethan.” His eyes move down to our son before coming back to mine. “But for us too.” I swallow
Scott’s Point of View For a few seconds after Bianca takes my hand, neither of us moves. Her fingers are warm against mine, and there is something about the small smile on her face that makes something in my chest loosen slightly. Not everything is fixed. Not even close. But for the first time in a long time, it feels like maybe we are moving in the right direction. I squeeze her hand gently. “Come on. Let's go.” I say softly, giving her a small smile and she nods her head, genuine excitement appearing in her eyes. "Yes let's go." She says pulling on my hand and I chuckle softly. I just love how excited she gets when it comes to our son We leave my office together, walking down the hallway toward the library where Ethan’s caregiver is watching him. The packhouse is busy today and pack members are moving through the halls, carrying things, talking, laughing. People notice us immediately. “Alpha.” William, one of the warriors says with a smile, nodding his head and I re
Scott’s Point of View For a few seconds after I press the call button, neither Bianca nor I say anything. The phone rings in my hand, and I can hear my own heartbeat louder than anything else. I glance at Bianca. She is sitting across from me, her hands tightly clasped together in her lap. Her shoulders are tense, and even though she is trying to hide it, I can see how scared she is. Not for herself. For her family. For Ethan. The phone rings again. Then finally, the call connects. “Hello?” Asher’s voice comes through the speaker. I straighten slightly in my chair. “Asher, it’s Scott. I think we need to talk.” There is silence on the other end. A long, uncomfortable silence. I look at Bianca, but before I can say anything, Asher finally speaks. “Who are we?” The words are cold, and I see Bianca swallow hard. I open my mouth, ready to answer, but she beats me to it. “Hi, Asher.” Her voice is soft. Not defensive. Not angry. Just tired. Th
Bianca’s Point of ViewI sit in Scott’s home office, staring down at my phone.My fingers are wrapped around the phone so tightly that my knuckles are starting to hurt, but I don’t even care, my mind is somewhere else. Back home. Back with my family. Back with the people I left behind.My mother.Emily.Daniel.All of them alone with Damon.The thought of him makes my stomach twist.I still remember the edge in his voice the last time I spoke to him. The way he spoke about Asher’s treaty like it was some kind of personal insult.And now I am sitting here, kilometers away, with my son fast asleep down the hall, and for the first time, my brother has no idea where we are.He has no idea that Ethan is safe, no idea that I am no longer at Asher’s pack.After our conversation last night I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. My mind kept thinking about the fact that for the first time in months, my son is somewhere Damon can’t reach him, and I can’t lose that. I can’t risk him finding us.“Are
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 “Help! Somebody help!” Emily’s voice echoes through the hospital entrance as she half drags me inside. A nurse behind the desk jumps to her feet immediately. “What happened?” She asks as she rushes around the desk, towards us. “She’s pregnant, and she is in pain.” Emi
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







