Samantha Point of view  It all made sense to me now. Why I haven't heard from my wolf. Why I didn't have any werewolf ability like heightened senses. Why I felt no different even though they told me I was a werewolf. But it doesn't explain why I was in heat if I wasn't a werewolf.  I looked at Ryder. He said he wasn't a werewolf. So if both of us are not werewolves then what are we? Could I be like my mother? If I am then what is Ryder? "When I was taken, I had dreams," Ryder shares. "Without realizing it they were visions. I saw the Carsons, your mother, and many unfamiliar faces. At first, I thought they were dreams that rarely come but when they kidnapped you they came all the time even when I was awake." That explains how tired his eyes were. "It drove me crazy because one of them had you in it. It wasn't a good one ei

Bruce Point of view I took time to calm down and clear my head before heading back inside with the others. The mother and her daughter were still there waiting and making small talk with Sarah and Zack. They saw me come in and stopped talking.  "My name is Lori Ana Steele but you can call me Ana," the little girl held her mother's hand as she introduced herself. Her mother still didn't trust us. She placed white dust for protection while we were gone. It was a simple spell that even a human could do if they had an amulet that allows them to do basic magic. "My name is Bruce and this is Sarah and Zack," I knelt down behind the white dust. "I actually need your help." "Why do you need her help specifically? She is only five." Her mother with a cu

Third Person Point of View Ryder is dead. No. No, I can't, no, I can't, I can't. I can't do this again. I lost my parents. Now, I lost him too. Why does this feeling feel so heavy? I want this to stop. I want this pain to stop. I can't go through this again. Not with him. "Ryder," I cried silently. I held onto his jacket he left the day before he died. I hugged it and buried my face in his blue hoodie. His scent felt comforting and safe. At the same time, it felt painful and lonely to know he isn't here with me anymore. "Samantha?" I didn't realize my brother was in front of me. Kneeling on one knee and a hand on my shoulders. His eyes were in sadness.

Samantha Point of view After Aria showed up, She and Ryder shared a knowing nod. She asked us to follow her. Ryder did and I was just right behind with a clueless look on my face. I was waiting for an explanation but I wasn't given one. We finally reached a tent attached to a big tree. We went in. It was enough for four people to fit but can barely move around with all of the other stuff. There was food, clothes, plates, and a bonfire right in front of the tent. We all squat on the cloth on the ground.  If I had to guess, it looks like it's been here for a couple of months. Snow looks at Ryder with uncertainty. They talked for a bit and she talked to me but a million questions went through my head. After m

Samantha Point of viewOne minute, I was thinking of the things that I could do to kill Ryder. The next minute, I am back into the darkness with a stranger he has left me with. I have blacked out too much today and I was honestly less freaked out than I was before. I opened my eyes slightly then it falls back down. My hands moved to my face and tried to rub my eyes to make it easier to open them. It worked for a moment but a bit of dizziness was left behind. When I could finally open my eyes properly, I scout the area with my eyes and found myself not in the same place as I was before. I see Aria standing over me with her hands holding out for me to grab. I take it and she helped me up to my feet. "Y