Chapter Fifty Two (Spencer POV) I try as hard as I can to ignore this tightening in my chest with every mile that I put between me and the pack land. This is the destiny that I have chosen for myself. Yet I don’t understand that with Lily gone why I still feel drawn to that place, to those people. I approach the small dilapidated building, I had been running for two days and I was exhausted. As I swung open the door I nearly collapsed in the effort feeling utterly exhausted. “I see you made it sister. Where’s Athena?” My brother’s question may seem odd to those around him. The concern in his voice is almost giving him away to those around him but I knew the truth. “We were almost detained on the border. We had to fight our way out. Needless to say I succeeded and she did not.” “Very well.” My brother’s voice holding back unsaid hurt as clutched the female vampire closer to his side. My brother may feel something for Athena but he was an evil man who would cast her aside for h

Chapter Fifty Four (Athena POV) I am surprised when I am escorted out of the pack clinic to the pack house. My chest still hurts and the images of that night still play through my head when it is dark outside and the silence sits in. I will never tell him, but the moments when Alpha Jackson is with me I feel calm, my agony of feeling the knife dig into my flesh less, the fear of impending death gone. The strange wolves escorting me to the pack house have me on edge. I am more fearful than I was before. I wonder why I couldn’t have made it out with Spencer as planned. I have to hope that she has been able to manage on her own. The conference doors swing open and my eyes scan the wolves that are either sitting in a chair or pacing around before they fall on a pair of very familiar eyes. “Brother….” My voice trails off as I see the blonde curly hair of a small little girl in his arms. I clutch my chest and begin to sob. I feel that I am being gently lifted up and I know by the

Chapter Fifty Six(Spencer POV) It’s been a week since that scream ripped from my lungs, the sudden onset of pain too painful to hold in. I had maneuvered through the previous pain willing myself not to give anything away but that went out the window a week ago. My grandfather hasn’t given me a moment alone since then. I expect him to grill me and try to find out what happened even though I suspect that he knows. However, he seemed pleased when I asked to bump up my union ceremony with the King. So tomorrow I will finish this union and with a new plan in mind I head down to the dining hall. There are several members already in the dining hall. I really have to fight a grimace when I see Landery seated at the head of the table with Mira at his side. It turns out that Landery was supposed to be my chosen but at the last second changed his mind and took Mira as his chosen, even though they hadn’t completed the bonding. It seemed odd to me since she had always followed my grandfather

Chapter Fifty Eight(Spencer POV) Pain rips through me, that's what happens when the soul is ripped from the body. For most it lasts the briefest of moments not even registering to the person that it has happened. But for me, because of what I am, who I am, the pain seems never ending. I can feel the soft grass below me vaguely with my eyes clenched closed, my body curled into a ball, my hands clutching at my chest at the memories of how I ended up like this flash through my mind. I’m fighting with the King trying desperately to end him and get to my grandfather and end this all. I keep sight of Wilder fighting in my peripheral vision as he attempts to take down my grandfather and his lackeys. My patience is slipping and it’s time I channel Lily and let her help me. I know I can’t shift anymore but I can still feel her there in the very back of my mind. It is something that I have tried really hard to hide. I was happy when she didn’t truly leave me but I have felt on edge these las

Chapter Sixty(Wilder POV) The sun is high in the sky when I finally untangle myself from my pups and the love of my life and venture out into the living room. I take in the faces out there, their red eyes and tear stained cheeks but more than the faces out there I take in those that are missing. I rush to my sister who is crouched next to the sofa rubbing Erik’s sleeping head as tears still stream down. When I near her she stands and throws herself into my arms. “Bug?” “It hurts so much. He’s gone Wilder. Christian is gone.” Her legs give out and I guide her to the ground where I just hold her as we both cry. I look up at Trey who is looking down at me sadly. He must read the question in my eyes because he speaks. “We won but we lost so much more. Ezekiel, Aria, Sylvia.” Paxton lets out a strangled sob from the doorway he was entering before turning and leaving. “Monica.” The names go on and each is like a stab wound to my heart. So many people I loved are gone. “Christian, he wa