Enzo looked at his image on the broken window pane, studying the healing wound on his chest as much as his subtle reflection could let him. Raindrops slid down the glass and the almost barren trees outside shook side to side in time with the wind. Then, for a quick split second, the sky and everything else bathed in a silvery glow as the lightning struck. Despite being midday, the weather made it look like it was sometime in the middle of the night. Up until that moment, he still couldn't tell where they were, and neither could the rest of the group. The brief perimeter walk Ash and Lance did only resulted to a few more days' worth of firewood and food and no info.With a contented sigh, he pulled down the hem of his sweater. The scar forming on his chest made it clear that he was healing quite well despite the lack of rest and medicine accompanied by the dangerous transformation he forced himself into a few days ago. Enzo continued to quietly stare at the storm outs

Felix tightened his fists and threw his head back in pleasure, just enough for him to still be able to comfortably watch Addie moving her hips against his. She had positioned herself on top of him, her eyes closed and her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. His vision was getting blurrier and blurrier, his head filling up with a lot more pheromones than he was used to. His body ached so much for her that if it weren't for the sleeves of her turtleneck shirt tying his wrists to the headboard, he would've long wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her body up against his to feel the warmth of her nakedness on his chest. The knot wasn't tight though. It was sloppy and half-undone at that point. But freeing himself from it would earn him a rather frightening glare from Addie. He learned that the hard way a few moments ago. He heard her let out yet another soft moan before feeling her nails digging deeper into his skin. A thin film of sweat made her body glisten un

"Kid, meet Lance. He's a friend." Felix slowly turned to the man with his persistently warm smile. It was the first genuine smile he'd seen among the guests that night. "Uhh. Hi." "Hello, I'm Lance," he replied with a wave. Then, all of a sudden, he gasped in shock and his smile dropped, which caught both Felix and Ethan off-guard. Slowly, he took small steps towards him, his hands trembling slightly and stretched out to him. The gesture was strange so he backed away a little. With an awkward laugh, he said, "Excuse me, you're kinda…freaking me out here." One would expect that Lance would stop right then, but he didn't. He continued advancing with the same look of disbelief on his face while Ethan could only watch in confusion at their baffling exchange. As he got closer, Felix noticed the tears welling up in the corner of his eyes that glimmered under the moonlight. The sight bemused him even more and left him frozen on his spot. At last, he

"Ah, I see…" Enzo said in between hysterical laughter, his hands clutching his stomach. The guards sprang into action and pointed their weapons at him, waiting for Chester Bennet's command to shoot. "You coveted my father's position in the pack, so you took advantage of the chaos, and then—I see, I see…" Chester Bennet replied through gritted teeth and deep frown lines, "You watch your mouth, boy!" "But the Bennets were already ruined years before you sent that attack," Enzo continued to mutter disobediently, traces of amusement still evident in his tone. His vacant eyes w ere fixated on the empty space in front of him as if he was watching a distant memory replay right then. "So tell me, dear uncle, just what did you gain from it?" Chester Bennet didn't speak. Felix peeled his gaze off of Enzo to look at the man, anticipating his answer, only to find him frozen and silent. His eyes were wide in terror and his frown only got deeper and deeper. Even fr

The ride was rather awkward. Naturally, Felix and Dylan were seated together. After their tearful reunion, they tried to talk in the van while Lance drove them to the Bennets' old estate, but everything felt forced. They rarely shared eye contact, and small talk took up most of their conversation. But I guess this isn’t so bad considering all those years lost, Felix thought to himself while casting a glance at his father sitting on his right through the corner of his eyes. There was something regal about Dylan Hayes that just made it difficult for him to bite down the strong urge to stare at him in awe. Despite wearing a blood-stained jacket that was a tad too tight on his burly physique, he held himself with grace and elegance. He looked away and smiled a little, That's an alpha, alright. "How about your injuries…" Felix began to say, and Dylan turned his head to look at him. Then, bending down to reach for the duffle bag he remembered stuf