The pack house is rammed. We’ve made use of all the rooms to set up the pack and make mini infirmaries to treat the wounded. Even as I’m here gathering more towels and dressings to use the death count rises. The last update was 20 minutes ago and we were told 32 members of the pack had died. The territory is being scouted by patrol to look for more survivors and in some cases bring the bodies of the dead back. I grit my teeth as I think off those who died protecting their homes. Matts been quiet , I know the pain and anger of this is getting to him but keeping himself isolated won’t help in the long run. I stack the linen out and head downstairs. People mill in and out of rooms , some I’ve never seen before and some I recognise from my walks around the pack. I spot Leah and Adam heading into the cinema room looking scared and upset. I follow them to reassure them but my foot hovers over the threshold when I see Milo. He’s covered in blood and laying on one of the sofas. Miles , Adam

My blood pumps around my body violently. Injured pack members mill in and out of rooms in the pack house. Seeking out loved ones. Praying that their family members survived the carnage of the attack. I glance down and notice the once pristine tiles are stained red and brown. Dried blood and fresh blood leaving its mark on my home. New reports keep coming in. More bodies both rogue and pack being found. How am I meant to protect my pack? How am I meant to protect her? An army was raised right under my nose and I knew nothing! The packs blood is on my hands. The door swinging open pulls me from my pity party. “Matt ,” “there’s something wrong with Nova” I glance up to find Luca looking concerned. A line sits in the middle of his eyebrows , showing he’s been frowning for awhile. “Where is she?” My voice is so hoarse I barely recognise myself. Luca motions for me to follow him and my body responds on instinct eager to be near my mate and feel her skin on mine. Luca weaves his way past t

As we reach the bottom of the stairs the pressure in my eyes starts to relax slightly. Hopefully it won’t be long until I can stop rolling around like Stevie Wonder. Luca’s hand is gently gripping my arm steering me around the packhouse. I can tell we are headed for Matts office as his scent gets stronger and my lower body clenches. Fuck behave Nova this really isn’t the time to get horny. “You ready?” Luca whispers. Battling to stay in control and not lunge to mount Matt I nod once. As we step round the corner the voices of angry people fill the air. Actually angry is an understatement these people want revenge and quickly. There are some gasps as we enter the office. “Give nova a seat” Luca barks and I hear the sound of a chair scraping across the floor. Luca and someone else lower me into the chair slowly. “Thank you” I mange before the angry voices kick up again. I feel the heat of someone’s gaze on me but can’t see who it is. Judging by the tightening of my body I’d have to assu

As the warm air of the heating hits me I take a deep breath. The airport is heaving with people which could make finding this dirty little traitor difficult. I grasp the broken phone in my pocket and trace her again. Each time the magic swirls I start to see through her eyes like I’m her. Urggh the thought alone makes me want to peel my skin off. She’s checking her reflection in the mirror. Her skin is puffy and red and there’s a cut running down the side of her face but apart from that she looks like her usual arrogant self. She steps back from the mirror and reaches for the door. Gate 15. I pull back from the trace quickly. My eyes scan widely for a sign with directions. I really don’t have time for this for Fuck sakes. A man in a black and white suit and trouser combo walks pass with an employee ID swinging from his neck. Perfect. “Excuse me?” I call and jog to catch up with him. “Yes mam , can I help you ?” Did he just call me mam? Isn’t that meant to be for old women? Ok let’s s