Selyna’s POV     I’m glad I decided to take Ashe and Alpha Sean up on training. The last two mornings have been filled with training. If nothing else I think I have a new friend in Riff. She is a  badass fighter, who I got to see in action when she squared off against some big guy named Cody. The guy had at least a foot on her height wise and was twice as wide as her, but she kicked his ass. I had also gotten to see Ashe in action, and I gotta say any doubt that my bestie could be my protector are gone. They are far better fighter than I had anticipated. They are always so laid back about people who talk shit about them or try to start stuff, either letting things roll off of their back or diffusing the situation with humor, I never would have expected the speed and stamina with which my friend fights. Riff and Ashe both taught me a few new defensive moves, along with the ones

Selyna POV Stretching as I sit up I suddenly realize that I slept better than I have in a week. The events of last night replay in my head and my cheeks flush aas I remember that kiss, and deeper as the memory of the power that ran through me and how I had caused half of the city power to blackout.      I yawn and deepen my stretch before hopping out of bed and strolling to the bathroom to prepare for my day. The shower calls to me and I oblige.      After showering and toweling off I get dressed. It’ll be a day with the coven, so comfortable will be necessary, but after last night’s kiss I feel a little sexy and flirty. I grab my bratmobile tee and A-line corduroy mini skirt and striped over the knee socks with my Chuck Taylor’s. After swooping

Damian’s POV    I awoke before dawn, having had a second night in a row with fabulous sleep. I got up and ready for training, even managed to grab some coffee and a bite to eat before grabbing water bottles for myself, Selyna, Spooky, Riff and Ashe. I can still feel the buzz and hum of power beneath my skin, but it has dulled some…it feels like it is becoming part of me, weird. I know I can’t become a witch. ‘Your right witches are born not made, but we have witch ancestors and I am a special wolf. Now that you mention it I have been feeling more alive and aware ever since that first kiss and the one last night made me even more so’ Steele is pacing in my head with an excitement he hasn’t shown since just before our first shift. ‘So this has done something to us, changed us somehow?’ I ask. ‘Not really, I think

Selena POV      Someone had betrayed the pack! I helped Damian to his feet calling for help. Ashe was immediately at my side, helping me to half carry a beaten and bruised Damian. He had been weakened and could barely stand. Others upon seeing us rushed over, but I pushed them away, calling for Dianna. She came over and we rested Damian on the ground, letting him lean heavily against me as we sat on the grass. I summoned Alicia and Rayanne to assist me in healing him.   We called for a joint Pack and Coven investigation and meet at the Old Town Hall a couple of hours later. Damian is still weak and was seated between Alpha Sean and Rayanne, me by her side. I had brought Damian his favorite coffee and a pastry. He seems a bit glazed over but takes them thankfully and his saddened eyes meet mine as he attempts a weak smile for me.

Alpha Sean’s POV     I knew they were hiding something but their reactions to the question varied. My son went pale, his heart racing and guilt spreading over his face. A look I hadn’t seen on his face since he was a young boy and stood in this very office confessing to Dimitri about having broken the lock on the princess’s door because the younger child had had a nightmare and he wanted to soothe her. His heart had been in the right place at the time, he hadn’t realized the lock was meant to keep dangerous kidnappers at bay because we had all feared people would come for her if anyone found out she was a hybrid unlike any other, having full powers of both parantages is unheard of. But the little witch had actually slowed her previously racing heart and calmly replied “We had gone out for air, Damian had lit a cigarette and I had meant to flick it out of his hand,