Xavier Point of view It's been a week since Ryder died and every single day I watched Samantha hurt herself. It's painful to see my sister in pain. It was like our parent's death all over again. The only difference was Ryder wasn't here to help anymore. I let out a loud sigh and rubbed my tired face. I went back upstairs to check up on her again to see her on her bed sleeping. I walked further inside to see that she had been crying a lot. I see her eyes puffing out and her hand clutching on Ryder's shirt that he left behind. I walked towards her table and opened her drawer and pulled out anything that could harm Sam. Every single day we kept anything that can kill herself but she always finds a way to get it back. I walked out of the room and into the kitchen. I place down the sharp object I found in Sam's drawer on t

Linda Point of view I know I shouldn’t worry and give her space but the longer I sit around and wait my anxieties will eat me up. “Sam!” I call out her name as I push around some bushes and branches. I should give her space but I just can’t do that. “Sam!” What if she fell, hit her head, or hurt herself intentionally again. The third one is most likely to happen and I’m the idiot who thought it was fine to give her some space.  A branch I pushed back flung back to hit me in the head. I held my head and groaned. It wasn’t hard but I was starting to get frustrated with myself. It has been 30 minutes since she left and I’ve called several times but she never answers. I could not even find her. She said she wouldn’t be far.  I am the worst best friend ever. "Where are you, Sam?" I look up. It’s going to be dark soon. Her brother

Samantha Point of view Screams.  That’s all I hear.  They just came suddenly in while we were sleeping and took Lily. She resisted but they overpowered her completely. Lily seems to have seen it coming. I wonder if this usually happens. My voice was too weak and dry to be even heard behind the door. They haven’t given us water at all.  She screams again. I hear her begging this time to stop. It's been an hour and I have been banging on the door ever since they took her but I was too weak to bang louder than her screams. I tried to scream for them to let her go. Then when she started screaming, I tried to scream for them to let her go. It was pointless. I dropped my hands. They got tired of carrying the chains around my wrist. Unlike Lily’s which was tied to the wall, mine w

Samantha Point of view My mate wanted to bring me back to our home. At first, I was hesitant. It's crazy, I know. Why would you not trust your mate? I don’t just give my trust away just by claiming that they are someone I know. But I guess it's the only way to move forward and to get my memories back.  I agreed to come back with him but only if I could bring Lily and her brothers with me. Ryder agreed and we all traveled back to where my “home” was. We arrived at a big house that was called “the packhouse.” Ryder explained that it was a place where werewolves meet and live when they needed somewhere to sleep.  When we got out, I was immediately hugged by an older couple. Again I stiffened. I am not comfortable with the idea of people hugging me without an introduction first. They quickly brought me into the house and sat me

Samantha Point of view I laughed at the story my twin told me. All the fun times we had as kids. He also told me stories of my parents. I couldn't stop smiling as he talked. It was knowing my parents through his stories. Made me tear up that I could not remember them. When the others arrived, they took turns in telling their stories. I smiled and laughed the whole time. So far, it was just me, my brother, Christina, Linda and her mate who by the way is also nice. Everyone was so nice and told me what I needed to know. "If Ryder was here, he would have a hell lot more stories about you," Xavier said. We all stopped laughing. "He just blames himself for everything that happened.” "Ryder was blaming himself for what?" I asked. From what I remembered from what Lily said, I was the one who tra