ANDREWWhen I burst through the hospital doors with Lyra the whole place seemed to erupt into chaos. She is taken from my arms and placed in a trauma room. There are so many doctors and nurses bustling around her that I have no choice but to sit to the side and watch helplessly as they try to revive my mate. Just like James, she is connected to every line and a tube that they can fit onto her body. I watch silently as a female nurse wipes the ash from her body. Even though they are speaking quietly to one another I can still hear the murmurs of concern in all of their voices. Once the doctors are sure that she is stable they cover her with a sheet and wheel her into her own room. I follow behind, staring at the ground. I do not dare meet anyone’s eyes. I do not want to see their pity, just as I do not want them to see my shame. Both of my mates are dying in rooms next to one another and I did nothing to protect them. Nothing I did was enough. I do not deserve th

LYRAFor two weeks I have been stuck in this hospital bed and I am starting to get restless. The nurses are kind enough to let me walk along the halls several times a day to keep me sane. But it is not enough. River’s constant howling for her mates inside of my mind is driving me insane. Andrew only comes to visit once a day, claiming that he needs to get back to attending to the pack’s business, but we both know that it is a lie. Since the day I woke up, he has become more and more distant. Trying to block his mind from my own. It is almost as if he is afraid of me and what I am capable of. I knew that I had caused massive destruction to the cave in my attempt to escape but I had passed out before I could see the extent of the mess I created. I tried to ask Andrew the first couple of times he visited what he found but he always changed the subject. Then there was James. His body was improving physically but he still has not woken. The breathing tu

ANDREWSilently and helplessly I watch as Lyra goes limp beside James. I do not dare move her for fear of breaking the link that she is trying to create with James. Her arms fall limply from James’s temples and her head falls on his shoulder. If I did not know better it would appear that they had fallen asleep together. I wait for the rush of jealousy that I used to feel when they would get close, but it does not come. Them laying together feels right. Lyra is right, without James we are not complete. The longer she stays in the void the farther she feels from me. Brax begs for me to call for her through the bond, but I refuse. Pushing him to the back of my mind, I keep my focus on the pair in front of me. A rush of cold pulses through my heart, just as tears fall from Lyra’s eyes. Soft sobs escape her mouth as she lays sleeping next to James. I try to hide my fear for what she is going through but I know that something has gone wrong.“You ca

JAMES When Lyra’s vision floods my mind, it is as my body is moving on its own. Like it is a destined path that I have to willingly follow. I look down at the tiny baby in my arms. He is the perfect blend between Lyra and me. As his stunning blue eyes look up at me, all of the darkness let from the void disappears from my mind. The vision disappears from my mind and Lyra is standing in front of me with tears streaming down her face. I take a moment to take in the vision of the woman standing in front of me. It is like I am seeing her for the first time in months. Lyra is standing in front of me with all of her clothes on, holding both of my hands. I can see the need in her eyes as we look at one another. Dropping her hands I grab her face in my hands as I press my lips to hers. At first the kiss is greedy, both of us grasping at one another’s shoulders trying to pull each other closer. I peel the wet shirt from her body revealing the lacy black bra that is hi

JAMESLyra and Andrew both turn to me with stunned expressions. “What? I used to be a kid once,” I say, frankly a little offended. “Can you remember enough of the story to tell me?” Lyra asks and I notice that the flames burning around her fists are starting to simmer out. Andrew scoffs at her request. “How is a children’s story going to be informative?”Just then Lyra’s hands burst back into flames and Andrew raises his hands and backs away from her slowly. Grabbing her hand, I ignore the flames that are burning my skin. I lead her to the couch and gesture for her to sit down. Propping several pillows behind her, I pull her feet on my lap, and begin to massage them before I start the story. Andrew is glaring at me from the kitchen, and I stick my tongue out at him in defiance. “Once upon a time,” I begin before Andrew interrupts. “Can you just give the short details?&rdqu