RYLEE My heart thudded madly in my chest as I followed an unsuspecting Vincent out of the pack house. I made sure to keep my distance and hide each time he looked behind him. It was not an easy task but I was determined to follow him to wherever he was going. I thought he was acting strange. Nonetheless, his strange behavior was worsening and I could no longer sit back and do nothing. I knew for a fact that the blue pill had something to do with his recent behaviors. Thinking about how he'd beaten Jared to a pulp made me shiver. The look in his eyes had been nothing short of terrifying. The eyes I'd seen were the eyes of a blood thirsty, rage filled monster. When he had snapped out of it, he had looked guilty. He didn't seem surprised. It meant that there was more to it. He was well aware of the factor responsible for his loss of self control. Ava and Emma had taken Jared to the infirmary. Zeke had encouraged me to go after Vincent. It was a big risk that I was willing to take. I wa

Hours before. RYLEE I scowled as I fixed my gaze on my sleeping mate. His hair was a tangled mess. It was longer than I'd ever seen it. The white towel wrapped around his waist had come undone, exposing one of his muscular thighs. I stared down at the tray of food in my hands, considering waking him up. He had been skipping meals. So, I had made up my mind to make him eat. On second thought, he probably didn't need my food. I bit my lower lip as I set the tray down on the table and sat next to my mate. My hand hovered over his hair as I contemplated touching him. He groaned in his sleep, a crease appearing on his forehead. I gently combed my fingers through his silky locks, untangling them. His features softened and he relaxed.I peered at his lengthy eyelashes, scoffing. He had the kind of face that was difficult to forget. The sharpness of his thick dark brows, his nose and jaw made him look like a super model. When he was awake, his eyes were the color of blue ice. They were the

RYLEE Watching my mate struggle with himself was painful. I could feel his desperation and fear, at the same time. The fact remained that he was trying so hard not to feed on me because he was afraid that he would hurt me. "I can't," he croaked, squeezing his eyes shut. "Vincent, you're hurting," I rasped, more tears rolling down my cheeks. "I can bear it. I have to," Those words made my heart squeeze. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his grip on my shirt tightening. Placing a hand on the back of his head, I made him rest his head on my shoulder. I started to stroke his hair as gently as I could. At this point, I was willing to do anything to make him feel better. "You're going to be okay," I whispered, my voice trembling. I began to hum a melodious tone with my eyes squeezed shut. I thought of the blue skies. I thought of a field of yellow daffodils. I thought of the mountains. Of snow and mist. "Rylee..."Vincent sounded exhausted. He was no longer trembling and was

RYLEE He reached out and cupped my face. His long fingers were cold. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around what was happening. I was at a loss of what to do or say. All I did was stare. "You missed me, didn't you?" He asked, brushing my hair away from my face. His touches were featherlight, they brought tears to my eyes. "I know what you're thinking. But, that's not it. This is real. I am real," he said, taking hold of my hand and bringing my palm to his cheek. He felt real. Still, I wanted to believe that it was a mere dream. He was supposed to be dead. They had told me that they had burnt his body and buried his ashes. Although, I never got the chance to visit his grave, I was a hundred percent certain that he had died. I had watched him die, unable to do anything but cry. I swallowed hard, a tear rolling down my left cheek. Another tear escaped my right eye. "Won't you say something? I know you're surprised. Aren't you happy to see me?" He asked, searching my eyes int

RYLEE His gaze was warm when I looked into his eyes, my heart fluttered at the sight."I guess all my misfortunes have become fortunes," I said with a smile on my face. Words could not describe how elated I was feeling. My self esteem had elevated and it was as a result of the feeling of holding much relevance to the pack. "You deserve it," Vincent said to me. His comment was heart warming but I was distracted by the crimson liquid oozing out of his ears. He was too pale and his eyes were filled with weariness. It was enough to cause me to panic."Vincent... your ears are..."He frowned, reaching up to touch his right ear. "Your ears are bleeding," I rasped, glancing around just in case there was some tissues lying around. Thankfully, I found one. I hurried towards it and grabbed it. Then, I rushed back to him. He appeared dizzy. Grabbing his hand, I made him sit on a chair. He closed his eyes when I started to wipe off the blood."Don't overreact, Rylee. It's probably nothing," Vi