Sasha POV Hearing my mother and Lyall talking and laughing when I wake up first thing in the morning is the last thing I need. Ever since she found out Lyall was her mate, she acts like a teenager. She has ruined everything with Michael, the stupid bitch, for a bloody warrior and not a very good one considering he submitted to Michael so he could live. I miss the fact that he doesn't come around anymore. He still pays for everything I need and puts my needs above Layla’s, but that is no longer enough as far as I am concerned. Taking matters into my own hands, I have set up a meeting with Michael to determine when he will declare me as his heir. Putting the wolfsbane he wanted in my bag, I hid the odorless capsules in my room; they are for my purposes. Layla and Amy walk into the school; Layla is an easy target. She shocks me as she grabs my throat. She is living my life, but not for much longer. Walking up the stairs, smiling sweetly at Diana, I make my way to Michael's office. “C

Nathan POV We are in position; the female is true to her word and gives the signal; my pack is on them before they can make sense of what is happening. The fighting escalates, and I can see Monique and her warriors are protecting Diana. Drew has moved Amy to safety and rejoined the fight. I look up and see the white wolf shift as Michael approaches her. The shock on her face as he hits her fills me with a rage I have never felt before. I see him dragging her into the house, calming myself, trying to see past the need to spill his blood. I say to Neo, “Let's kill him slowly.” Running through the opening where the front door once stood, I smell wolfsbane. “What the fuck does he think he is doing? Does he hate her that much?”. He looks startled, dropping her. I growl, “Sorry, Neo, but this bastard I will kill with my bare hands.” “What do you want, boy?” he snarls. “Revenge for the death of my parents” He laughs at me; the fool thinks he is invincible. I circle the kitchen gett

Drew POV Out of all the wolves in all the packs, my mate just had to be Nathan's pain in the ass smart, mouth-sister, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Black hair down to her ass, beautiful blue eyes, olive skin. She is tiny, five foot two inches if she is lucky. Curves in all the right places. She is full of mischief. You can see it every time she opens her beautiful mouth. I am Twenty-six years old, so it's taken me longer to find my mate than most wolves. Drake is jumping for joy rattling around in my mind. He won't shut up; going crazy when he smells her sent wild roses with a hint of vanilla. The same thought keeps running through my mind when Nathan finds out I am a dead man. It doesn't take long before Amy is back on my mind. She doesn't realize I can hear her wolf’s comments, and I plan on keeping it that way for now. Monique shares a tent with her while I sleep at the entrance. Now that I have her, I am not letting her out of my sight. She has no idea who she is,

Nathan POV It's past lunchtime, and Layla hasn't woken up yet. My skin ripples fur starts to sprout along my arms as Neo tries to come to the surface. He growls at Diana when she says, “It's ok, Neo; she is young. She will wake up.'' He ignores her and says to me, “We could mark her and give her our strength.” I shake my head. “No. Not just yet; we will wait for a bit longer.” Neo growls again, not happy. Her scent is driving us crazy with need. It floods the entire house. I need to move; staying still is not helping either of us. Sensing Neo and I both need the distraction, Diana says, “Doc and I will watch Layla; why don't you see if you can find Drew and Amy?.” Knowing she is right, I agree and go upstairs to check on Layla, she is still pale, and her breathing is shallow; I kiss her gently on the mouth before leaving. Marian is pacing out the front of the packhouse when I walk outside. “You waiting to see how Layla is?” She nods her head; by the dark circles ar

Layla POVI struggle trying to move as heat radiates from both sides of me. I feel like I am in a furnace. Rolling to my left, I come in contact with someone. Is that Amy’s scent? It can't be; I look closer, hovering over her, feeling like a stalker. My heart jumps for joy; my friend is alive, laying flat on my back again, and sighing with relief, I move over, trying not to wake her. I stiffen; there is another body. What the hell is this? Breathing deeply, the most fantastic scent fills my senses, lavender pine and a hint of lemon, “Nope, definitely not going there.”I have to move; I need to get away from him as fast as possible.Crawling down to the end of the bed, I intend to run; falling on top of a wolf, I scream and land on my ass. Jumping up, my hand is on the door handle when a deep husky voice says,“Stop where you are, Layla; don't you dare fucking move.”I freeze, shivers running down my back. Turning to the voice, I say,“Who the hell are you, and where the fuck am I?”A