Gabriel povThe day is here. I never thought it could happen, let alone this fast.If I look back on my life about six months ago, I couldn't wish for a better outcome than this. I was but a mere warrior in the pack I knew wasn't his, but look at me now- an Alpha. The first change came after the murderous man left. We found the old bastard Alpha dead in his office, and I still remember how I thought of the murderer as Godsent. I know that's not a way how one should view a killer, but I did. And I still do because he was the one who served the revenge for my parents. Our parents. When Angus returned from wherever he was, the pack lost the happiness the Alpha's death gave us. Quite frankly, we thought the son was here to claim the title, but for some reason, he never did. Instead, he stood on the podium and spilled his father's secrets, every dirty thing he had done and so on. Then, he announced that he wouldn't take the title, but instead, he would bring forward the real heir. Me.

Sarah pov “If anything, they should let the family at least be closer! I get it, if it’s something serious, no one should be in the way of doctors when they’re trying to save mom’s life, but I get why men aren’t allowed there. No disrespect, but you guys would chew off their heads if they touched her the way you disapprove.” I state my concerns without an ounce of guilt. I’m literally shaking in fear for mom’s life, but I can’t let anyone see how much it affects me since I’m surrounded by men who look far worse than I do. I love Seth; over the time I’ve spent here, we grew closer, and she’s like my own mother, but these men have to start thinking with their heads instead of asses. “I’ll look for a doctor, but you must stay here. Can you?” I let my gaze roam the faces until Luciano steps forward and agrees on everyone’s behalf. Before anyone can try to stop me, I rush down the hall until I find a nurse. She looks worried, on her way somewhere, but I still stop her. “Excuse me, I’

Sarah pov “I didn’t expect to see you ever again, if we’re being completely honest with each other here,” I try to sound brave and confident, despite how wildly my heart is beating against my ribcage. He. He is the last man I’d ever want to see. Even if this man was the only thing that stood between me and death, I would rather jump in the arms of Grim Reaper than face this bastard ever again. “Well, too bad I don’t care, right?” He grins, leaning against the door. I can’t resist rolling my eyes at his question. As if I would ever care what he thinks or cares about. All I want is to leave my past where it belongs and live my life without the sick reminders of what happened. “No, I’m not interested in your little speech. What I am interested in is how you’re planning to get out of here before anyone notices your presence here.” It’s weird to feel the sense of power fill me. I’ve feared him all my life, and even now, as I face him, I still feel a bit of that fear hanging some

Lazarus povOn the bright side, we are in the hospital, which is literally the one place I know gets cleaned up the fastest and with the most efficiency since everything has to be sterile. On the not so bright side, my brother is covered head to toe in blood, waving someone's spine in front of us, and has a dead body next to his feet. "All I need are those fake pink wings, and I'll transform into a fairy. One of these days, I will become a worm and then evolve into an even more beautiful fairy," Lenox laughs in excitement. I pinch the bridge of my nose and groan, "Lenox, that's not how it-"I stop myself before I can finish the sentence. Sometimes it's better to let him be. Explaining something to him will make this mess even more unbearable, and I rather stay aside. Before my brother can express more of his outrageous ideas, a nurse cleans her throat behind us. She arches her eyebrow at me as if I'm the one who's responsible for his mess, and I mouth, 'don't even ask'. Her eyes

Lazarus povI might feel a tiny ping of jealousy as I look at my baby brothers and listen to my family bicker about the baby Sarah’s carrying. I can’t wait until the day she tells me she’s pregnant with my babies. I can’t imagine the pure happiness I could feel once her belly swells with my own pups. It’s clear that we chose the same family dynamics as our parents did- regardless of who is the biological father, we all will raise the kids like they’re our own. While that’s settled and done, I still can’t resist the urge to have kids of my own. If only Sarah agrees, we will have an entire pack of babies. “Thank you for saving us,” I hear my mother say, and I’m sure we look hilarious as all of us look down at her. She’s holding Sarah’s hand, gazing at our woman like she’s a demigod. I arch an eyebrow in question. What is this supposed to mean now? Mom looks at us with that dopey smile on her lips. “Sarah gave us her blood; that’s why I pulled through, and so did your brothers. She