Olivia woke slowly, her head groggy and her back sore. She had slept in a chair by Maribelle's bed. She looked at her sister, sleeping peacefully in her bed, and sighed in relief. She was ok. Olivia looked closely at Maribelle's head and noticed there was a sheen of sweat at her hairline. She leaned forward and put her hand on Maribelle's forehead. Her sister was burning up. She sat up quickly and pain shot through her abdomen and groin. She winced as the memories of last night flooded through her mind. Tears welled in her eyes and despair spread through her chest as images of Simon pressing her down flashed through her memory. She cringed and pushed the images away. She wasn't equipped to deal with the emotions that wanted to spill forth. She pushed it down, she pushed the memories away and the pain away. She pretended she had a particularly tough ride on her horse the day before and allowed her mind to block the rest of the images. If she told herself the lie long enough,

Olivia ran back. Mary stayed behind as she pushed onward toward home. She didn't care that she left the maid behind without waiting. She was going to get as far away from Ben and Xander as she could. She couldn't believe she had helped them. She was going to go straight home and talk to her father. She would tell him about the wolves, she would tell him that they planned to steal the weapons and attack the city. There was no way she would sit back and let the wolves kill innocent people. Those were her friends. Her family.She reached the edge of the gardens and rushed into the house, not caring to climb the trellis or be quiet. She raced toward her father's study. He would be awake, she was sure of it. There had been too much conflict with the wolves recently for him to be sleeping peacefully in his bed. He had foregone a honeymoon in order to organize the attacks on the wolves.Olivia's chest hurt, she stopped and grabbed the wall, gasping for breath. She walked slow

Olivia was glad that she had worn a dark gray dress that day. It was the right color to make her blend in with her surroundings. She typically wore bright, cheerful colors but she had not felt in the mood to wear anything cheerful that morning. So, gray it was. And it was a good thing, too.She and Mary crept around the train cars, trying to hide in between the trains and peek within the carriages. So far they had found nothing."What if they've moved them?" Olivia whispered."Well, we need to try our best to find them if they are still here, we still have some time left, let's check the rest of this train and then go along the next two. There are still three left to look in," Mary whispered back.Olivia nodded and crept between the carriages to peek out to the other side. Seeing no one, she quickly rushed along the side of the final cars in the row, peeking in to find them empty. She scrunched her face in frustration as she shook her head and looked at M

Olivia woke to a loud commotion in the yard outside her window. She jumped out of bed and walked toward her window, listening to the shouts in the yard. "They're going to pay for this," Rocco said darkly. "Richard is going to make sure they pay. We're going to smash all of those fucking bastards!" Olivia's eyes went wide as she stood just out of sight of the yard beyond. She needed to find out what was going on, what had caused so much turmoil outside. She heard more murmurs but nothing useful was forthcoming. She peeked outside and gasped in surprise. There were easily fifty people in the yard, gathering and talking in angry tones. She didn't see her father so she rushed to dress and go downstairs.  She walked into the dining room, slowing down so as to not cause suspicion. Her father was finishing breakfast when she sat. Simon was nowhere to be found but Susan had finally joined them, looking weak and slightly peaked. She was nibbling on toast

Ben looked around the packhouse. They were coordinating the attacks from the war room. They had launched the attack on the human side of the city that morning but now they had retreated and were ready to launch the second part of their attack. The Alpha looked positively thrilled with how things had been progressing. He sat at the head of the table, listening to updates and watching the attack play out. "We lost Richard," Brent said as he walked into the war room. "He and Simon both got away. We almost got his daughters too, but they somehow slipped through our fingers." A second warrior, Rikard nodded in agreement. "We slaughtered most of their staff, their kitchen staff and maids, they're all dead, lying in a pool of their own blood." His voice held grim satisfaction as he relayed the details of the attack. The Alpha grinned in wicked pleasure but Ben listened in horror. "We weren't going to hurt the innocent, I thought you agreed the innocent would be left