SILAS' POV:“Will you let me go now?” I ask, referring to the binds holding me down.The issue had been solved; my wolf had a minor episode but is clearly calm now. “Not now, Silas. We don’t know what happened, or why you reacted that way. Adam said you looked like you were in pain.” He adds.Yeah, I was in pain. It was fierce and painful unlike anything else. The feeling was so similar to the reaction a wolf would get from being stabbed with silver.The same burning sensation of hot molten metal coursing through you. Like fire melting your organs from within.My wolf going mental was another thing that didn’t correlate with the symptoms. He had never tried to force control, or won either.“The worst has passed. I’m fine, and work needs to get done.”Freya is still out there, a second wasted is a second she spends lost in a foreign place.“I’ll oversee the search, but you need to stay chained down. You won’t get anything done if you attack every single person that should be helping y

SILAS' POV:I step into the conference slash office I’m entitled to use as my personal space as the future Alpha King.The room is mostly never in use until school breaks and in emergency situations like rogue trespassing, or in this case where there's an abducted student. We’ve put it to good use for the past weeks for Freya’s case, and since just recently, I’ve stepped down for health reasons and given Lucas rights to take over investigations.I’m not supposed to be here right now.But I cannot shake off the nerve, or rest till I know what’s going on. For some reason, Lucas has been absent for 24 hours now, even this room is empty with no one in sight, only a few documents hanging around.I walk to the table, taking a look at a few document, hoping there’s some new clue that’s popped up since I’ve been bedridden.But instead, there’s nothing…Except the strange discovery that, for some reason, Lucas is opening up the rogue case again even after I had crossed out that part as a pos

FREYA'S POV:I’ve grown too accustomed to the burning silence, and bored from being by myself. The intense loneliness that came with my entire situation.I merely entertained myself by getting deep in thoughts, building up impossible scenarios in my head and playing them how I imagine they would play out till the end.Then, specifically thinking of Silas till the very end of the day.I have to focus on a lot of things, so I don’t lose my mind.Just as I stare absentmindedly, the bars pull open, and I turn in the direction to see none other than Lucas.He offers a warm bowl of what I assume is food with a small smile on the side. I simply nod in greeting as he steps in.Surprisingly, he moves closer to me, settling down on the hard dirty ground beside me and sighing once he’s entered a satisfactory position.“What are you doing?” I ask “Sitting next to you.” He responds again with same small smile. I don’t return it this time as well, being not obligated to and not being in the mood

SILAS' POV:The Bloodmoon mansion finally rolls into view after a few hours on the road.‘Home sweet home’ most would say, but it was simply home to me, preferable a place containing memories of childhood a few good ones, and all the bad ones all together.In spite of bad memories, I remind myself that I am here for strictly business with father. Our relationship is already strained but i hope silently that there’s a perfect explanation for what’s happening, the threats and the transfer. There had to be.He’s crazy but he had never dared to interfere in my private life as long as I did what he wanted which was being in a relationship with Elena for all those years.“Alpha, we’ve arrived.” the driver speaks from behind the screen separating the driver’s seat from the back of the limo.I nod waiting for a bit before the door pulls open by a separate guard by the entrance.I step out finally taking in the fresh air and adjusting the lines of my suit blazer to remove all creases. Mother l

SILAS' POV:I watch silently, biting on my tongue, an attempt at containing my feral wolf and my own anger while his wicked laughter echoes in the vast dining hall we are in.This had all been his plan even from the moment I had decided to pay a visit and confront him.I was acting the way he wanted me to. No action of mine had been purely my own for weeks now.I have no choice but to give in to him because he has Freya.His fits of laughter slowly die down before he faces me properly again with pure amusement glimmering in his eyes. He’s waiting for a reaction from me. Maybe for me to lunge forward or flip the table, something drastic that draws more attention to the point he can twist the whole entire situation.But I do not give him the satisfaction.Either way, I am entangled in his game.“Poor Silas. This is what happens when you let your emotions get the better of you.” He begins.His smirk morphing into a stern, more serious look, like he’s scolding me and teaching some life