"It's been two days and Harvey hasn't said a word," Rosie chews her lip, " He really thinks he doesn't need anyone. It's ridiculous." "Yeah, I know. He's bullheaded," These past two days Atticus has been trying to change Harvey's mind, but it was looking like a no-go. Harvey just wouldn't budge despite his situation. What was it going to take to make him see reason? I wrap my arm around Rosie's shoulder as we round the corner of the house. She wanted to be in the backyard, in case Harvey had an epiphany. Suddenly Rosie halts, "Who is that?" she points, I follow her gesture to a female coming towards us in a royal blue robe. "She isn't part of the pack?" I asked. "No. She seems to be from another one," Rosie says. The female stops before us, "Hello," she dips her head slightly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, " she removes her hood, revealing her porcelain-like face, complimented by ink-black hair. "My name is Moraya. I'm from Harvey's late-pack."

~Evette~ "Get off me!" Moraya shouts as I pinned her down, "Who do you think you are?!" She shouts. "From what everyone else tells me, I'm the next, Luna. Now, tell me why you came here trying to drag Harvey away with you?" "It's none of your business! Let me go!" Moraya struggles under my grip; you'd think she'd be stronger than this, wasn't she once a Luna too? I notice her trim nails and perfectly unflawed skin as I look her over. This woman hasn't known work her whole life. "Why are you protecting a Rogue anyway?" She asks. "Because, unlike other packs, we see their potential." Moraya narrows her eyes on me; then her eyes go to my bracelte. She then smiles, "Oh, how funny. So you're from the Astra pack? No wonder you are recruiting Rogues. Are you looking for more suitors, succubus?" She teases, but I'm taken back by her comment. I squeeze her wrists, "What the hell are you talking about?"  She starts to laugh,

~Evette~ My mother used to tell me that a closed mouth never gets fed, and I guess that applies here. I didn’t know what would happen, but if I didn’t tell anyone I was a Hybrid, I would never know if I was truly accepted here. I turn to face Thane, and I realize how vulnerable I feel when he looks at me.  Thane seems calm when I feel like a hurricane of anxiety, “I don’t know if you knew already, but I’m-” “A Hybrid?” Thane finishes my sentence, leaving me speechless. I double-blink, then narrow my eyes on him. I cross my arms over my chest, “How did you know?” “When you tied my hand-ups with my belt,” he smiles, “Your eyes glowed, but they weren’t the color of your wo

My body suddenly feels numb, and my mind races. To the man who asked for my address to send girl scout cookies, and I gave him my parent's house address, “Oh no,” my knees give out, and I feel like I can barely breathe as the realization hits me, “I gave him their address…” “Evette?” Atticus kneels beside me,” What's going on?” I felt so blindsided. Patrick had appeared harmless to me, even skittish. But they found his fingerprints in my parent's house, “A late co-worker just told me who killed my parents,” I look at Atticus, “It’s my fault; I gave him the address to my parent's house instead of mine.” My eyes start to burn. I drop the phone, sobbing into my hands. Atticus holds me; they must have been so scared. Soon my sadness and sorrow turn into me seeing red. I wanted him to pay for what he did to my parents. He had no right to take their lives. “Who was this person?” Atticus asks. I wipe my tears. “His name is Patrick.” “I thought I would feel better knowing who did this, bu