Enya pov  I stare at Aros and carefully push the plate aside. I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall. Maybe I should try acting like an actual human being and stop being so difficult? After all, Aros didn't do anything to hurt me. He probably didn't know about the basil anyway. "I understand that everyone in these cells gets a piece of bread and some water at best. But I'd rather starve than enjoy the reaction of my allergy. It wouldn't be half as painful to die if I chose starvation," I explain. His expression changes from horror to concern and anger. I'm not sure what he's feeling or thinking, but I don't believe any of those emotions could be good. "Look," I sigh. "It's not your fault, okay? I'm assuming you didn't know. But if you did know and you are still bringing me this food, I'll eat it. It's not like I see the end of this whole mess. Maybe it's better to end it before the situatio

Vincent pov  "Give me a moment," I smile at the nurse and dismiss her. As she enters the room, I turn back to Aros. "Go to your room and get some sleep; it might help you calm down. Once I finish everything here, I'll be waiting for you in my office. And before you say anything- I will mind-link you if anything happens to Enya. I respect your wishes as much as you respect my decision." The smile that spreads across his lips is enough for me to know that Aros agrees and will probably get some sleep. Aside from the hunter in the packhouse, it's pretty quiet around here. I'm ahead of schedule with paperwork as usual, and the pack members are doing well. The daily patrols come and go on time, and to everyone's surprise, we haven't had any problems with the rogues since the incident during the supposed fight between Enya and Allison. 

Angela pov I end the call with Vincent and glare at my daughter. She sat by my side during the phone conversation. She could hear everything perfectly, but it seems Vincent's words only affected me. "I can't believe I have a daughter as useless as you!" I yell at Allison. She's not a woman; she's a disgrace to everything we have planned for her. Ever since I met Roma and his son Vincent, I knew the little pup would become a great Alpha. The wolves in the packs talk about how great an Alpha Vincent Romano is and how they would love to be part of his pack. They all love and respect the man, near and far. They admire and fear the man he has become. I like to think I invested a lot in the persona he has become, but of course, Vincent is too proud to admit that. I watch my daughter run to her father; she is a

Vincent pov     When the nurse mind-linked me and told me that Enya had woken up, I was ready to tear the whole pack to pieces to get to her. But when she told me that the human girl was sitting against the wall like a scared cub and wouldn't let anyone but Aros and me near her, something inside me snapped. I've never felt so threatened in my life as I did at that moment. I ran like a madman down the stairs and towards the hospital. As I got closer to the room, I knew something had changed. Out of nowhere, I noticed a delicious smell that drew me closer and closer. The growl escaped my lips before I could stop it. It was not until I was in her room that I understood where the scent was coming from- Enya. Now that there was no wolfsbane in her system, her scent changed, but at the same time, she seemed weaker than ever. Her face was pale, and even from a distance, I could see that she wouldn't be able

Enya pov   The nap did me good, that's for sure. I feel like a whole new, much stronger person. Whatever those shifter doctors did to me, they must be miracle workers because I've never felt as good as I do today. I take my time stretching my limbs and breathing in the scent that surrounds me. I have no idea what kind of perfume Vincent uses, but it's the best I have come across so far. It's a blend of leather, coffee, and musk, and while I never thought it would work- it does. Perfectly. I'll have to ask him what it is or find the fragrance bottle and buy it when I get home. I'm a creep, and I'm not ashamed of it because I'm going to spray my bedsheets with it and enjoy the scent to the fullest. Home. I miss it. I miss the people, and I miss my father. But I hate that I feel like I'm on cloud nine while I lay in Vincent's bed, knowing that my father is out looking fo