Bronx’s POV “Ladies, Gentlemen, again, I apologize. This is obviously not a good time, but we will have our head doctor come down right away,” I nod to the Santoro Enterprises team, not letting them see my genuine emotions. “Of course, Alpha,” Katherine doesn’t look away from Tessa, who is sobbing and writhing in pain. Reggie, Milo, and I walk as calmly as possible out the door, closing it behind us. “What happened to Ashley?” he asks Carly as we jog down the hallway. “I don’t know, she was having pains in her stomach and they took her to the hospital wing,” Carly whimpers, running alongside us. “I gotta go, Bronx,” he starts running faster. “Yeah, we got it. Take care of your mate,” I call out, “Carly, what happened at Silver Moon?” We reach the end of the hallway into the main level of the packhouse. “Beta Lenora said there was a murder and when the Luna saw the body, she fell into a vision,” Carly informs me with tears in her eyes. “Alright, I gotta go,” I say, pulling of

Kas's POV I open my eyes to find I’m laying on my back on the floor of the meditation room of Blood River pack house. My heart is beating painfully hard. I rub my hand against my chest, trying to remember how I got here. When did we leave Silver Moon? Did Bronx come and bring me home? Why would he bring me to the meditation room? It’s so weird. I have never woken up from a vision in a different place before. The vision. Bronx’s emotions all come back to me like a punch in the gut. I can feel tears gliding down the sides of my face, into my hair. The sadness inside me is overwhelming. I try to swallow it down, hide it away, but it just won’t obey. My lip trembles, doing its best trying to hold everything in, but a gasp of a breath escapes me. I cover my mouth with both hands and silently sob, letting my body shake. “Lex, is she really going to die?” I squeak out between the sobs. “I don’t know, but it's going to be alright, Kas. Get yourself together. It was just a vision. We’ve b

I pull away from her but find myself still holding her hand as I turn toward my friends. I don’t want to let go. This warm, comforting feeling can last forever as far as I'm concerned. “Reggie, I’m going to try. Anything for Ashley. I just need to speak with these ladies first. I want to make sure that I won’t do anything that will hurt her or your baby, okay?” Reggie exhales a ragged breath and pulls me into a tight hug, “Thank you, Luna. Thank you.” I hear Bronx clear his throat behind us, “Gamma. Do you mind?” Reggie looks up and quickly lets me go, “Oh, uh, sorry Alpha.” “Kas, we will be over in the weight room. Just let us know when you’re ready,” Bronx says with a loving look. I smile as he brushes his fingers against my chin. I lean against his rough palm, holding it against my face with my hands. Even though I didn’t know I was missing for two days, I hadn’t seen Bronx for five days before that. I miss him. I move my nose into his hand taking a deep breath of his dark ch

Kas’s POV As I walk back down to the meditation room, I feel a little storm cloud brewing in my mind. I feel justified in my anger. While I need time to process all this new information, it sounds like I have only heard a fraction of what there is to know. I know I need to keep a cool head and hear everyone out. Flying off the handle isn’t helping anyone. We’ve lost almost an hour to help Ashley because I had a stupid tantrum. I open the door to the meditation room and hold my fist up in the air, unfurling my fingers. The women all take deep breaths and look around with relief. “Lady Camille, Delilah, may I have a few minutes with my sister? I know you’re trying to help, but this does not involve you,” I stand with my hip cocked and arms crossed in the meditation room doorway. I watch the witches look at each other and nod before standing up. Lady Camille bows to me silently before she walks out of the room. I feel a pang of guilt watching my mentor walk away from me without a word

“Amari, what the fuck are you talking about? Kas is a werewolf. She may be a goddess, but she is not a hybrid, and she’s definitely not a vampire,” Bronx snarls at my sister. I feel his body tense up as he holds me a little closer, showing his protective nature over me. I watch as Amari takes a step away from Bronx. I sense her fear skyrocket at his reaction to her statement. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” I put my hand flat on his chest to stop Bronx before he says something we will all regret and address my sister, “Amari, I don’t know what an energy vampire is and right now, I feel like I should care, but I don’t give a shit what kind of vampire you think I am. This conversation needs to happen after I’ve had time to rest. Because I’m not making it through any discussions about anything without falling asleep in the middle.” Even trying to speak those few sentences takes everything I have in me. “Yes, I think that’s probably for the best,” Amari says with a quick nod, “It will give m