Ricardo I watch Ianthe and her guards leave with a ton of apprehension. This is a test today, if they screw anything up and not follow any of my orders, they will be fired not from only being her guards, but from the army as well. They're going to have to find new careers. It might seem I'm overreacting because our town is extremely safe, we literally have no crime here. There's of course the teenagers that get up to nonsense, like stealing their parents' liquor and getting drunk by the river. We usually let them be because we were all that age not too long ago and kids are supposed to have fun. Everybody living in the town are werewolves. There were humans living here once upon a time, but after the rogue attacks, I gave every family a nice settleman and they left. If another attack comes, I don't want to be responsible for the deaths of innocent people. Werewolves at least have the abilities to protect themselves and their families. Harry and Colt wait patiently as I watch Iant

Ricardo    My thoughts are running a million miles an hour as I sit at my family's restaurant waiting for Ianthe to join me. What Harry suggested is utterly absurd and inconceivable, yet all the facts point to it being true.  But how? It's nothing but folk's tale. And if it was true, wouldn't we have known if someone like her actually exists in this world?  No, there has to be another explanation why nobody else but me can smell her. Maybe they gave her some tonic or something to hide her smell. Her brother seemed very paranoid that unmated wolves would take advantage of her, it could be they're trying to hide her scent to protect her. That's the only logical explanation.  I can't even think of the other possibility. That changes the game completely for me.  I can sense her being close before I see her. I must say I'm impressed with the soldiers. They are taking their jobs very seriously.

Ricardo   Ianthe has been in her room for more than two hours. I could feel her fear at the restaurant when she saw that journalist. It makes me want to find him and sink my claws into his throat, but I can't do that. I can't kill everyone that pisses me off.  I'm re-thinking my decision to let her go outside and explore the town, but it doesn't sit well with me that she should be treated as a prisoner. I'm also thinking that Harry was right more and more.  My text alert goes off and speak of the devil.  Harry: You up for a drink tonight at a club or......?  I sigh. I probably should go out, let off some steam, but I've got a girl in my house that's confusing the hell out of me and she's a bit spooked right now. I can't leave her alone.  Me: No.  I feel bad for my Beta and best friend, he should've known my life would change irrevocably, but it seems he's still stuck

Ricardo    I stop in front  of the high school and turn slightly in my seat to look at the vision next to me. She's wearing workout clothes and in my opinion it's too tight, but I promised myself I won't treat her as a prisoner, so i'm trying to rein Daemon in. He does not like the fact that other wolves will see her this way, regardless of the obvious fact that all the other women will be dressed in a similar way.  "Are you ready?" I ask softly.  I realize that this will be her first time in an actual school setting, so I take her hand in mine, ignoring the electric current running straight to my northern region and rub soothing circles into her palm.  She looks at me with those dazzling eyes and instead of fear, it's filled with excitement.  "Yes!" She smiles beamingly.  Shit, she should not smile like that to another guy, Daemon will surely lose his shit then. &nb

Ianthe I twiddle my thumbs while I watch Ricardo from the corner of my eye as he drives me home from school. I don't know when he became Ricardo from Alpha in my mind, or since when I thought about his house as home, but it feels right in my heart. It felt right to visit his mother's house who was a little nosy, but I could feel that she loves her son and that she wants the best for him. He seems stoic as he drives and I can only imagine what he's thinking. Why couldn't two people successfully throw a punch at me? I'm finding it more difficult not to tell him the truth. Why doesn't the shadow not want me to say anything? It's just a matter of time before he finds out anyway. He stops in front of the house and checks in the rearview mirror for the car that Randall and Mark drive in. "They will stay in and around the house when I'm not here." Ricardo says without looking at me. "Okay." I still feel like I'm being scolded. This did not go how I intended it to. In my mind I was goi