I woke up with a slight headache. I hadn’t been drinking much but the whole thing that had gone down last night was a bit much for me. If I recall correctly, Trish had dropped Davina at her house last night since she was the only one of us who was sobered enough to drive a vehicle. Although I’d insisted on the three of us sleeping in my bedroom and having a sleepover, one look at Trish and I knew she wouldn’t agree. She still had that reluctance of entering Luna's bedroom. I wasn’t sure what her deal was and started to wonder if Ryker had specifically given her an order and forbidden her from ever enterin

Alpha Ryker’s POV‘Someone is jealous,’

The moment he let out a sigh, I knew he wouldn’t be on board with this. I could simply tell before he even voiced his reluctance. “Xy, I don’t know what to tell you. These sorceresses, these witches, we couldn’t trust them. I foolishly let myself trust her once and it cost me a lot. I hurt people that I didn’t want to hurt and —” he sighed again, “what they said about you was nothing but a lie. You are alive and that’s what matters most. I really don’t think you should meet them.” 

Ryker was sitting behind the wheel, he hit the ignition button, then groaned in pain. I was in the middle of putting on my seatbelt and immediately turned to him. “What’s wrong?” I asked him, raking my eyes through his body wondering if he was injured. “That bloody witch,” muttered Ryker, shaking his head as he threw a scowl at the cabin a few feet away from us

Xyrra’ POV‘I have it with me.’ His reply had been shocking but it also brought relief to me. At least my mother’s key wasn’t lost. The first thought that came to my mind was that Eros had accidentally brought it with him. He probably had been curious about it and forgotten to return it. So my reply to him was, ‘That’s a relief. I thought it was gone for good. Can you give it to me on Monday?’ Then I waited and waited but his reply had not arrived until I fell asleep on the drive back. Once again I was pulled into another dream. This time it had taken place in the kitchen back at my parent’s house. I stood there and as I looked up, there was a red cloud of smoke hovering above me. The red cloud of smoke was twirling and twirling until I realized the end of its tail was actually connected to my palms. I stared down, looking every bit confused, as I stared at the smoke in my palms. The smoke kept going in and in into my palms almost as if my palms had the power to absorb the red smok