FRANKIE POVVincent whipped around and stormed over to the generator to turn it back on and power the chair. He locked eyes with me, and I watched the smirk grow as he threw the switch and the electricity coursed through me again.“AHHHHHHHHHhhhhh!” I screamed as my body convulsed and shook. My fists clenched, my neck and back arced as my body sparked to life.Again, the sound of Vincent's laughter filled the air. Dancing alongside my screams of absolute agony. I wanted to beg, to plead for him to stop, but couldn’t/I couldn’t do anything but clench my fists, and even that was uncontrollable. Once they were clenched with the sudden rush of pain, the electricity refused to let them relax and unravel.Not until he turned the chair off.My shallow breath was all that was heard. Vincent crouched before me, tilting his hair, taking in my features.I was exhausted, but still, with what little I had left, I forced myself to stay strong.Tristan would find me. I just needed to hold on to tha
FRANKIE POV“AHHHhhhhhhhh” I screamed as Vincent laughed.The electrical current coursed throughout my entire body.I usually wouldn’t have felt any of this, but after claiming Aiden Harris, my end of the bargain was complete. I was, for lack of better words, restored. Dark Sister just needed to officially release me.Because of this, pain was felt as it would be for anyone else.I knew why he was doing this slow, agonizing torture. Since I wasn’t released, it meant that Dark Sister was still connected to me. By torturing me, Dark Sister would sense it and come forward in an attempt to protect my resurrected charge. But I would need to reach out to her to really connect. I was intentionally blocking the connection as best as I could.Vincent turned off the electric current with a vicious smirk.“How’d that feel, beautiful? Quite a rush, wasn’t it?” Vincent cooed with a slow drawl.He moved closer to me, and with each step, his smile grew.Again, Vincent leans in, nibbling on my markin
NARRATIVE POVTristan wanted to believe in the separation ritual, but he was preparing for the worst while the others stood hopeful. Someone had to be realistic, just in case.All that mattered was saving the pack and getting Frankie back, in Tristan’s opinion.“They’re a day early. Perfect! I need you to section them out and search the entire grounds. We need to know where Oliver is right now. With them out there searching, pulling more of our own warriors in to protect the residential areas. I want three warriors on every block.”Tom nods. “You got it.”Tristan enters the room, closing the door behind him. Martin and Courtney are already looking to him for an update.He nods.“The Royal Elites have entered the pack. I have Uncle Tom sectioning them off to track down Oliver. The pack warriors will be pulled back into the residential area to protect the pack members. I doubt he will strike them, but let's not take those chances.”The room nods in agreement.“How is the powder coming a
NARRATIVE POVFrankie’s eyes slowly cracked open. She found herself strapped to a large antique-looking chair, with her arms and legs bound to the armrest and legs of it. Next to it was a portable generator. That confused her, but it wasn't something she cared to take focus off just yet. She needed to figure out where she was first.The room was dim and smelled of a musty old basement. She could detect water in the old; there was a leak coming from somewhere.Where was she? She pondered as she pulled on the restraints, testing the strength of their hold.“Strong, aren’t they?” a voice hissed from the dark corner to her right.She didn’t recognize the voice. It was feral, almost raw.“Who are you? Where am I?” Frankie demanded, remaining as calm as possible.The voice chuckled. She could hear steps behind her, but her head was held in place by a strap around her forehead and one under her chin.“What is this thing?” She shouted, again pulling on the restraints.“Pretty crafty, isn’t it
TRISTAN POVIt was a lot to take in, and I needed to focus on one thing at a time.“Tristan, how about Ryner, Aria and I go and gather some food for everyone. I think we can take a breather and have some food. Yeah?” Martin said after clearing his throat.This! This was why he was my Beta.“Yes. I agree.” I nodded.I watched as Martin struggled to gain both Ryner and Aria’s attention by glaring at me. They were upset, I get it, but I didn’t care either. Not right now.“Aria! Ryner!” Uncle Tom snapped. “Enough! I agree with Tristan. It is not what's important right now; now go and help Beta Martin collect food for everyone.”The corners of my lips curled slightly as I watched Martin's eyes brighten with my Uncle recognizing his title of Beta. There was a slight prideful puff in his chest, even.The moment of peace was short-lived, however. I should have realized it was a trap.The moment the trip left the room for food, Mike, my uncle and aunt turned their sights back on me. They pulle
TRISTAN POV“What the hell do you mean, she is your mate?” Aria shouted over everyone else, who was asking a dozen different questions.I should have expected her to have the most significant reaction to what I had just announced. She was the one who was most vocal about finding Frankie and mourning her death.Hell, she postponed her own mating until after she resolved the Frankie matter. Of course, she would have the loudest reaction.I understood the bomb I just dropped in the room, but it wasn’t what we needed to be focusing on most right now.We needed to prepare for finding Oliver and separating him from that evil, demonic wolf thing. After that, Tank and I will handle our side like the Alpha of this pack that we now are.“Just what I said. Now, let's drop this unnecessary drama and focus on the problem at hand.” I commanded the room, and everyone halted.It took me a minute to realize I might have rolled my aura a bit. It was unintentional, and I apologized for doing it, remindi