Caleb-“I can see you are mad.” Zeke said, without giving me an answer to my question.“Mad? That isn’t even remotely close to what I am feeling. I am pissed. Because I listened to you, I thought that it was better for everyone that I left. If I would have known it was something else, I would have never left in the first place. Now because of what you told me, as well as the secrets you and Selene like to keep, I learn that I just spent the last two centuries nearly, alone. I hurt Kyra and Hunter because none of you could tell me the truth.” I yelled, standing up from the couch until I was practically towering over Zeke.“It isn’t his fault.” I heard Selene say, but when I turned around to confront her, I didn’t see her.“Where the fuck are you?” I yelled, no longer caring that I was ready to give in to the rage that was consuming me.“I will not reveal myself until you are cal

Hunter-My lungs felt like they were going to explode. I don’t understand why I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, I should be dead right now. It was as if something was pressing down on my chest, and I couldn’t catch a breath.Gasping for air, I struggled to sit up, but I was pinned down by something. I couldn’t see anything, nor could I move my hands to feel for whatever was on top of me. If I wasn’t dead, then I needed to find a way to get to Kyra. Where was I though?“Ace?” I called out to my wolf in my head.The only thing I heard was the echo of my voice though, it was like I had spoken out loud. Panic began to fill me, as I continued to struggle against what had my wrists and ankles bound. I was a werewolf, so why could I not see in the darkness that surrounded me?“No wolf here.” I heard someone, or thing say, I couldn’t be sure what had spoken, it sounded nothing like human or beast.

Kyra- “Please.” I said, hoping that they would just leave me alone. I didn’t know what they were planning to do, but it really wasn’t important. They were going to put something in my nose that was going to keep me alive. I thought long and hard about everything and I just couldn’t live in a world where Hunter wasn’t here. “I hope you forgive me for what I am about to do.” I heard my friend Mel say, but I couldn’t see her. When I tried to turn my head, Caleb tightened his grip so I couldn’t move. It wasn’t that he was hurting me, I just felt too drained to even try to fight it. All my energy just felt as if it had been drained. “What are you going to do?” I asked. “I am going to place this tube inside of you, through your nose. This is so we can feed you through the tube and you can start regaining your strength. You will feel pressure while I insert it. It will help if you continue to swallow so it isn’t as uncomfortable for you.” Mel

Caleb- I hated the fact I had to go to such extreme measures to ensure Kyra didn’t take out the feeding tube. What was worse was the fact that her tears now weren’t from losing Hunter. She was crying as she cursed my name. It hurt more than I cared to admit to anyone, but I still felt as if I was doing the right thing. It has only been twenty-four hours since tying her down and forcing her to eat and drink through a tube. Just in that short amount of time though, I could already tell she was getting stronger. Luckily Nick was able to get some power dampeners to keep Kyra from using her abilities. She hasn’t attempted to shift yet, which was a relief. I was trying to come up with a way to keep her from shifting as well, for when she did try though. She wasn’t like other werewolves, so the same tactics didn’t work on her. I had contacted Alec and told him what I had to do. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with it, but he said it was probably for the best. He

Caleb- I didn’t say a word as Kyra knelt over the toilet and cried. I wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. After taking some time to think things over, I thought maybe it was time I tried a different tactic. I still refused to let her die. It took everything in me not to let her see that I still didn’t want her to die. That was why I decided to use our life bond as leverage. With everything she has been saying, I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but I had hoped that she didn’t really hate me. I figured if she remembered that I would die if she did, maybe she would reconsider her plan to give up. For a split second, I thought I saw regret in her eyes, just before she rushed into the bathroom. As I stood there, holding her hair back, I wasn’t sure. Her tears still gutted me. Not knowing what to do or say, I just kept silent as she cried and vomited. When she finally stopped and sat up, I released her hair, taking a step back. When she looked