I sat there numb for a few minutes. The screams were so filled with pain that it made goosebumps rise on my body. I just couldn't handle the fact that someone was in pain while I sat there. I pulled myself up and slowly rubbed my eyes. One look at the clock said it was 8 in the morning. I had to go to the office and inform Winterlash about all that had happened in the human world.My eyes fell back to the phone and I shivered. I had to do something to forget the phone call, I decided as I took off for my room. I changed into a gray cotton shirt which hung loose on me and buttoned on the front, a pair of tight black slacks and a braided beige belt. I stepped into my all black running shoes and pulled my hair back in a tight ponytail. I reached down under my bed and took out the tranquilliser gun and my lethal 9 mm which had silver bullets, tucking them into my thigh holster. I was ready. My pickup was waiting for me and I quickly got in, starting it down the slope and onto the road.

The grey eyes burned me down bit by bit and all I could do was stare. His dark hair were styled impeccably but one black lock spilled on his brow as if it couldn't be controlled, he was wearing a black tunic that gaped open till his mid chest, showing off the rich golden skin of his, the tight dark pants molded to his muscular thighs and legs perfectly emphasising.. his power.He looked so different, nothing like the half naked agent wearing threadbare jeans. I knew I was ogling him but I couldn't pull my eyes away from him. "Are you both done looking at each other?" Xavier drawled, breaking the moment. Devon straightened and looked away from me. "I will show you to your rooms, come with me." He said curtly and started walking towards the stairs made of flawless marble which led upward in a long, straight sweep, then divided into two, both arms leading to the gallery above.I breathed deeply and followed him with Xavier and Ivan behind me. They were busy in some conversation so I qu

I felt like throwing up, Devon was holding her hand as he talked to her, murmuring something into her ear which made her laugh. My blood boiled and I had to clench my teeth to keep myself in place. What was wrong with me?! We were inside the Ulfric's castle, in the middle of a ballroom filled with what seemed like hundreds of creatures from around the realms, not to mention the fact that the Ulfric could enter any time now. I had to calm myself down. "A lady as beautiful as yourself should not stand alone, love." The deep masculine voice jerked me out of my thoughts. I looked around and peered at the big, tawny haired werewolf in front of me and was left staring as I glimpsed at his gray eyes. They looked too much like Devon's. "No words?" He asked, flashing a smile. A short werewolf walking by us stopped quite suddenly as he looked at the man in front of me with surprise in his eyes and bowed deeply in respect and I watched in fascination as the tawny haired one inclined his head

Imperia, the Ethereal Realm. Outside the Ulfric's castle. He stuffed me into his car and slid into the driver's seat. I didn't have a clue why he was so angry, silver beams were shooting out of his eyes and I suddenly feared for my life. "What about the others?" I asked him, not okay about leaving them behind. He started the car, making it glide down the paved road and soon the Ulfric's castle was a distant spec of light in the darkness of the night. "They will manage." He answered a while later. "I want to go back to the party." I said, longing to go back and dance to the beautiful music of the ballroom.. and drink more of the faery stuff. I giggled. "You're not going back." He snapped, his silver eyes ensuing a warning for me to shut up. "And you're not the one to tell me what I am supposed to do." I growled and pulled at the seatbelt he had strapped on me, gritting my teeth as I felt my stomach lurch violently at the sudden movement, making me feel as if my body was on f

Nesta’s POV:It was morning and I was dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of dark leather pants which hugged my legs snuggly. It was time to go down and meet everyone. We were going to the Ulfric's house since he didn't actually live in the castle. Weird, I know.The Ulfric was so much like Devon sometimes.Devon.Last night. Faerie drinks, drunk me, puking in his car and flirting with Ivan, I screwed up last night. I growled at myself and stuffed my legs in my black running shoes, trying to keep my mind off last night. I trotted down the marble stairs a while later and stepped into the hall. It was empty.Where was everyone? I wondered as I roamed the corridors silently, walking past large wooden doors and finally stopping in front of Devon's study. I placed my hand, palm down on the door and pushed slowly, entering the dark room. I walked inside, and over to the windows, reaching out to pull open the dark velvet curtains when a sudden chill coursed down my spine. "Who'