Zoya’s P.O.VBefore anything else, I set my mind into treating the patients that were waiting to get treated by me. I had foregone all the things that had been bothering me, in order to be able to focus on the people that needed my immediate attention. And I had been successful in immersing myself in my work, then, and not once had I thought about Lily, or Ezra, or Ravi, or even Sam. I was in the zone, and having to deal with patients while armed with a friendly smile on my face tricked my own mind that everything was just fine. Then, once things were finally in order, and I could finally afford to pay attention to my worries, I clocked out for my lunch break, fiddling with my ring.I walked out of the clinic, still lost in thought about Lily, her mysterious death, and Ezra’s strange behavior, also determined to get my time and money's worth in exchange for this stupid ring. As I made my way to the jewelry shop, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Maybe this ring could
Zoya’s P.O.VAfter my moment with Sam in the kitchen, I made sure to wash up as quickly as I could so I could get changed just as fast, not wanting to be late for work. Strangely enough, it was comforting, Sam’s idea of selling my engagement ring for money. Not that I needed it, but it felt like one last big ‘fuck you’ to the ones who betrayed me.It was wishful thinking, and I knew it well enough myself that believing in such a thought was foolish and would likely cause a lot of disappointment when time and time again would prove it false, but still… In this moment, I couldn't help but let go of all my worries and just allow myself to feel free and happy and light. It was not every day that I get to experience that moment of sweetness with Sam.I took a quick shower and slipped into a comfortable dress that flows around me like a gentle breeze, a soft shade of lavender that compliments my skin tone and makes me feel confident and beautiful. I glanced at myself in the mirror and brush
Zoya’s P.O.VI woke up the next morning to find Sam had made me breakfast, the smell of food wafting through my small house to titillate my senses.I got out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen, to find Sam hovering over the pot, looking extremely focused as he stirred the soup he was cooking over low heat. I was surprised and grateful that he had taken the time to make breakfast for me, a kind and unprompted gesture that I hadn't really expected from him."Good morning," I spoke softly, trying not to startle him."Morning," Sam replied, setting the soup pot on the table. "I made us some soup.”“Smells delicious.” I grinned. “I didn’t know you’re such a good cook.” “That…I cannot guarantee unless you’ve tried it.” He smiled back, an almost fond expression on his face. “It’s something that my mom used to make when we were kids. I don’t know if I was able to get it right, but I hope you like it."“Well, now I have to try!” Reaching behind the counter, I took out a couple of bowls
Silas’s P.O.VI opened the door to her room as silently as I could so I wouldn't wake her and so that I could see her from my spot on the couch in the living room.I wanted to keep an eye on her, make sure that she was doing alright. It calmed my wolf to see her at peace. I knew it made me some kind of creep for stalking her in her sleep, but this sudden irrational fear that had gripped my heart since this evening, wouldn’t get out of my head. Even as I snuggled under the blanket I used before, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind.My mind raced with thoughts of Ezra and his possible involvement in Lily's death. There was something about it that bothered me very much tonight. I didn't know what it was, and perhaps I was only driven by my anger and desperation that I was simply creating problems out of nothing, but now that I had the opportunity to think things through, something about Lily’s death and Ezra's involvement in it didn't sit well with me.I remembered my mother's word
Silas’s P.O.VI had been waiting in silence when they arrived. Zoya, in the passenger seat of Ezra's car. The mere thought of her anywhere near my half-brother filled me with rage, but I tried to keep it inside, watching their interaction.She said something to him over her shoulder, a goodbye, perhaps, and stepped out of the car, closing the door. Then, without another look back, she walked up the front porch and walked inside the house.Ezra sat still in his car, engine running, for a few moments after that, staring at the closed door of Zoya's cabin. He seemed to be in deep thought, like he was reeling from being in Zoya's presence, and then watching her leave all of a sudden.I wondered if I was just like him whenever I watched Zoya leave, dumbstruck and wanting more of her. I wondered since I never had a mate before, if that was how strong the bond was, and if her absence affected me just as much as her presence did.However, Zoya was my mate, not Ezra’s…then what could’ve caused
Ezra’s P.O.VAs I drove Zoya back to her cabin, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at having distanced myself from Zoya's cheating ex-fiancé and scumbag of a cousin. My mood had turned sour just thinking of the way they bullied her, without any regard for her well-being, and I did not want my already thin patience to basically be non-existent at this point.Even if I wasn’t a wolf, I would’ve sniffed out a home wrecker from a mile away and Zoya’s cousin was bordering the line.Of course, her bastard of a fiancé was no different. Having an affair with one while being engaged to another? These kind of people were the worst, because they blamed others for their own insecurities and this one was clearly had because I could see the way he had been smirking at Zoya while his new ‘chick’ defended him. That alone had made me want to punch the shit out of the bastard.It was a good thing that Zoya’s hand had been in mine, reminding me that it was not a very human thing to do, randomly