Arya It’s been almost a week to the day that I killed my father and Dante, nearly a week since I took a life without a wavering heart. And almost a week since the blood won’t wash from my hands. I see it as clear as day, but nobody else does. It stains my hands, even as I eat, even as I touch Dimitri and stroke his face. I don’t know how to get rid of it; no matter how much I scrub my hands raw, the stains remain as if it has soaked deep into my skin; my tattooed shame. Dimitri said that it still has to hit me, that the repercussions for taking a life is each death chipping at more of your soul. He’s done it for years, and it’s still not an easy thing to do, whether the person deserved it or not. Did that advice help? Hell no, it didn’t, but I needed to hear it. If taking a life is still a difficult feat for an Enforcer, then perhaps my guilt is normal. “Mistress, Mr Volkov is here,” one of my men tells me, and I permit him to allow entry. As much as I wanted this to be Dimitri,

AryaKai is gripping my neck so hard that I feel myself losing consciousness. Why…why would he do this to me?! Did I do something wrong?! I grab his hand, and I realise that they’re both slick with blood, and my heart drops…did he kill someone? Is he going to kill me as well?!Before I can even think of anything else, he lifts me higher, then throws me to the side, and I go flying. I anticipate a hard, painful landing that will probably break a few bones and am surprised to find another body breaking my fall.“Keep your head down, Arya,” Lilith whispers, her eyes not leaving Kai, and when I turn around, I see Caterina approaching him. “Why are you here?” Caterina asks in a tone of voice I never would have expected a woman like her to possess. She is merely standing there, but I can tell she’s on the defensive - but why?“Why is Kai here?” I ask Lilith while wiping the blood from my hands.“That’s not Kai,” is all she says, and I see her eyes turn to silver right in front of me…the ex

Arya “It was me.” My world came to a screeching halt at those words. The fact that Dimitri is a werewolf doesn’t even affect me anymore; those three little words drowned out the impact they could have had. “It was me.” Every little sweet nothing whispered to me has been erased, every promise, every touch…they were all gone and replaced by anger and heartbreak. I can’t even see Dimitri’s face clearly in my mind anymore; everything about him has become a blur, and the mere memory of him has been distorted. Yet, as I watched him walking out of my bedroom, every part of me wanted to scream for him to stay. To hold me tight and tell me everything was going to work out, that we can get past this and we’ll be okay. I was so naive. It’s been a few days since our stand off in my bedroom, and Nova won’t stop calling me. I suppose she’s a werewolf as well since she mentioned ‘Goddess’ so many times. For someone who hates lies, Nova told quite a few. I really don’t know what to make of a

Dimitri“A ball? You guys wanna host a ball right now?” I exclaim after Kai gathered everyone together. We haven’t had a pack meeting since the war ended two months ago, so this random mention of hosting a fucking ball has blown me away.Kai nods. “Not really a ball, more of a get together of our packs. Ryker, Fenriz, Azura and Bastien want us to show the packs following us that we’re united. So we will be hosting a get together called The Convergence of the Five.” He says.“Catchy name,” Konstantin grumbles. Kaia is still missing with no lead whatsoever on her. It’s taking its toll on both him and Lily - their bond isn’t as strong as it used to be. Apparently, there’s a lead in Europe, so he will be leaving to check it out.“Thanks, I came up with it!” Nova says with an infectious smile on her face that I can’t help but smile back and shake my head. She looks a bit pale even as she's smiling; I wonder if she's okay.It’s been quiet for the last two months, and everything seems to hav

DimitriWhen I heard the voice at first, the smell of turpentine and a mixture of tempera and oil paint mediums confused me. These things entirely disguised her scent, and it bothered me more than I actually thought it would. I wanted to be engulfed in her sweet, spicy scent, but that would have to do for now. Besides, it was a drop in the ocean to what came next.She wanted to meet with me again, and she still loved me.Wait…she admitted that she loved me. I don’t think we ever said that to one another, and yet she admitted it to me last night. I’m not imagining things wrong, am I? No, I’m sure she said that she still loved me.I’ll make her say it again tonight, but there’s something else I need to do for now.“Well, this is a surprise,” Caterina says when she arrives downstairs. She makes her way over to me and kisses my cheek in greeting. “What brings you here, Dimitri?”We both sit down on the sofa, and I turn my body towards her. There’s no one else I can speak to about this, an