Chapter Eleven - Rats Balor’s POV We arrived at the Bloodstone Security building. No one spoke as we waited for the elevator to stop at the surveillance floor.  The guards at the door stiffened, averting their gaze to the floor. No doubt feeling the anger radiating off of me. We walked to the metal door. Lincoln swiped a card before pushing on on it to open. Monroe sat at the computers waiting for us. His greyed hair was cut short, and the smell of gasoline and smoke filled the room. The short sleeves on his black t-shirt revealed his old military tattoos.  Monroe wasn’t a werewolf, but he was a tough son of a bitch. I met him when I first moved to Toronto. He helped me get into this game, and he was the first person I asked t

Chapter Thirteen - Backfired Balor’s POV  Reyna held her composure on the outside, but her heart was telling a different story. Her chin was held high, and for forced herself to stand in a relaxed position. Arms crossed in front of her chest, her one knee slightly bent. Her black trench coat hid most of her outfit. The only thing visible was her combat boots. Her chocolate brown hair was frizzed by the cold winter wind that never seemed to let up in this city. The tall buildings acted as a tunnel guiding the harsh winds from Lake Ontario through the city's busy streets.  I forced myself to look away, the papers on my desk becoming the most important thing in the room as I tried to stop the thoughts of her invading my clarity. I picked up a folder and opened it. It was the report with the reasons why Detective Reyna Killi

Chapter Fifteen - Disrespect Reyna's POVI took a deep breath before reaching for the familiar metal handle. The cold winter air made my cheeks flush and my fingers numb as it nipped at them, making me want to immediately stick my hands back into the warmth of my pockets.  Every winter, I had to purchase new gloves because mine always seemed to get misplaced. It was a terrible habit, one I regretted in moments like this. I made a mental note to get new gloves after work today. I pushed open the door to the station, the phones ringing and the chatter of voices filling up the station walls. It felt good to be back in this place. Two weeks away from work was too long. I couldn't say I regretted it, though, because that would be a lie. Yes, I regretted the time I lost to hunt down any leads, but Sullivan made sure to keep me in the loop as much as possible, and after the

Chapter Seventeen - AWOL   Reyna's POV    The shock of what had happened was the only way I could describe how I was feeling. It was the only way I could make myself believe why I had agreed to what Balor demanded I do.    I lied in my police report making it out to be a burglary gone wrong. My mother's statement matched my own, with a few extra details added to ensure that it wasn't just by chance that I got here as they broke in.    I looked at the broken furniture my mother, and I destroyed to make a more convincing scene. Her kitchen table turned over, and papers were scattered across the kitchen floor. A few picture frames were broken, along with a few mugs. Creed had been outside when this all happened, thankfully. Ivan forced my mother to put him out.

Chapter Nineteen - Runaway Balor's POV  I sat in my living room, staring out large windows. The snow had finally decided to fall, and from up here, you could count each snowflake individually as it fell towards the city street. I looked into the other building across from me. Most of the rooms facing me were offices, but a few were from a penthouse too. The odd lit-up Christmas tree and decoration filled a room or two.  I looked down at my glass of whiskey, swirling it around as I let my mind drift. The Winter Solstice celebrations in Gardenia were two days away. It was a magical time of year and probably one of my favourite celebrations from childhood. It lasted for a month and ended with a huge winter-themed ball just before Christmas.  It was the