CHAPTER #21“911” MEREDITH’S POV: I sat at my computer this morning, early September in Scotland was so serene and beautiful. I couldn’t concentrate as I stared out the window in stead of working on what I needed to do. I hadn’t slept well, premonitions kept staggering my mind. Many of them were blurbs and incomplete pieces, but the one that settled in my dreams, the most disturbing, was the one of my friend’s imprisonment holding a very pregnant belly. Her hand reached up into my mind, shrouded in darkness, concealed in a stone dungeon with iron bars, gasping “help me”. It was enough for me to startle awake gasping, drenched in a cold sweat. It was nearly 11am and the cold wind whistled against my single pain window, the vibrant orange leaves beating the side of the cottage. There was nothing more beautiful than an early fall, unfortunately, the weather was quite brisk already and the dampness forced me to wear my shawl over my shoulders. I glanced down at my

CHAPTER 23“FERAL”ENZO’S POV: “It’s too late. She’s already gone.” The soft voice echoed in my head, I heard the stranger’s words, but being able to comprehend them was a completely different matter. I could feel my human side falter, and it was I, who roared over the phone lines. “What do you mean she’s already gone!” My Alpha aura nearly shattering the windows and forcing both Cohan and Ryder to take a fair number of steps backwards, lowering their heads submissively. “I was talking to her on the phone when she told me she thought she was in danger, as soon as she spoke those words, everything went silent, and I heard the phone fall. Honestly, sounded like a boot stomped it.” Lucca slowly walked back over to our seat behind the desk and lowered into it. In my heart, I knew what this woman was telling the truth, and that my human self and I both agreed upon. We had failed our mate. Lucca glanced up and looked at both Ryder and Cohan, I felt the terro

CHAPTER #25“TEMPER TEMPER” MEREDITH’S POV: As I heard that final seatbelt bell sound through out the cabin, I peered over and stole a glance of the formidable Alpha King grumbling and semi snoring in his seat beside me. He had slept nearly the entire flight as we had opted to take the red eye from Edinburg to New York City. When we had transferred flights just a couple hours earlier, he had gathered our luggage, and I do say, our luggage, carried all of it himself to the private hanger and set it down beside the private charter he had scheduled the day before. Then lumbered back into the plush private jets posh leather seats, leaned back and once again, took to napping. Meanwhile, I had slept very little, maybe only a couple of sporadic cat naps the entire 8-hour flight. I found myself glowering at him irritably. Not fair, not freaking fair, how he could sleep so comfortably when my best friend, his daughter had been kidnapped by Goddess knows who. I crossed

CHAPTER #27“BACK TO CRESTRIDGE MOON”LUCCA’S POV: “I heard a muffled cry from behind me, that unmistakable sound of pain combined with terror. My wolf slid to a stop and before I had time to process what was happening, Enzo had already spun around and was speeding back to where we had left the girl. “That girl is not going to die today, especially since we can damn well do something about it. She will not die because of us. I am going back for her.” My wolf roared in my head. I bowed my head, too ashamed to dispute my wolf’s intentions. I knew he was right; he usually was. We hadn’t even made it a mile when we reversed course and began running. As we neared, I could see Evan had buried his head into her neck, and I felt myself pause… he wasn’t going to mark her, was he?! Enzo flared his nostrils and faltered slightly in stride, hesitating slightly. “He wouldn’t…” my wolf grumbled, silently stopping, his paws were quieter than a cat, while traveling

CHAPTER #29“PLANS FOR ME”BRIDGETTE’S POV: I had been left alone in this white sterile room shortly after the Alpha had vacated. The witch had made me some lavender tea before she had left, and the smell and favor relaxed me as best it could considering I was a captive. However, despite what I was struggling with, my heart pained for the women that had been subjected to this lunatic longer than I. Those that had been raped, abused, and murdered had hostage over my mind. Alpha Evan James was a madman, plain and simple. I finished up the remainder of my tea and gently set the styrofoam cup down on the table beside the hospital bed. I had tried the exit door earlier, however as expected, it was locked. No surprise there. So, with a great sigh, I wandered back over to the young human that laid in a hospital bed on the opposite side of the room and studied her carefully. She was so battered and bruised, marks of one kind or another riddle all over her body. My hear