I felt the darkness engulfing me, pulling me into a cold abyss. I was drowning in it, unable to breathe and my heart racing as I tried to gasp for air and reach up to the dimming light. ‘We can’t give up. Not yet. It’s not over.’ August encouraged, but even his voice sounded weak. “Hey, stay with us. I’m not explaining to our Luna that you died on my watch.” An unfamiliar voice growled encouragement as a bright light forced its way through the darkness. “Come on, Nebrodi wolf. Breath, damn it.” The voice demanded as the light clutched me, trying to pull me away from the darkness. I groaned as I was torn between the two. The voice kept demanding I stay as the light tugged harder at me. Now I know what that doll Persephone and Delilah ripped when they were toddlers felt. This is some painful shit right here. I prefer to go with the light, not that I seem to have a say in the matter. “It is not time. You still need to be of use.” The insidious voice of the Shit Witch hissed as the dar

This wasn’t like when I fell down the pit the first time. This was an actual pit of pure darkness that I landed at the bottom of with a thud. I could faintly see the light above from the room I was dropped from before the trap door snapped shut, leaving me in darkness. If I had August, I could make my light. But I can’t feel him. Fuck, I hate this. This Witch is out of her damned mind. Does she really think I’m going to help her kill Crista? To KILL Crista?! Fuck no! She’s been huffing, smoking, injecting, swallowing, and doing suppositories of some severely bad drugs if she thinks that would ever happen. I am no one’s puppet! I don’t blindly obey anyone. Alright, I need to focus. Not an easy task without August. Task is a funny word. “A tisket, a tasket, I lost my little basket.” I hummed as I tried to get to my feet. “You’ve lost more than your basket.” A voice called out in the dark. I didn’t recognize the voice. It wasn’t August. It was too deep, too sinister to be August. It wa

I groaned, feeling groggy. It was like waking up after a night of excessive drinking. It may be more challenging for a werewolf to get drunk, but damn have I tried. My head was throbbing, my tongue tasted like ass and sand - no, you can’t ask why I know what either of those things tastes like, and every part of me was tingly. Not a fan. Two thumbs down and half a star. That half star is only because I’m still alive. “About time you woke up.” August snorted. I blinked and ignored all the pain as I shot up at the sound of his voice. It was weird because it wasn’t coming from inside my head. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as I saw August sitting in front of me. We aren’t in my mind. Well, I guess we are, but this is different. “August? Is that you? Or is the Shit Witch fucking with me? She’s kept us apart, so why show me you now? It has to be a trick. Of course, it’s a trick. Fucking bitch. Her minion playing cards already drugged me and….” I rambled before quickly unzipping my p

Zoe and I shared a look, probably both picturing the scene. I hope Persephone got a few good hits in. Gianpaolo needs to be taken down a peg. And him getting his ass kicked by a fifteen-year-old sounds perfect. “And you left her to go have sex with I don’t want to know who.” Papa’s eyes narrowed at my brother. “He better be mateless, or you are both in trouble.” André held his hands up. “He was mateless. You know I would never. And I didn’t think Gianpaolo would cause such a scene.” he sighed. “Good. Don’t let it happen again. Any time Crista or one of her sisters leaves this home, someone from this family is going to be with them.” Papa instructed, turning back to the stove. “Seriously? We need babysitters?” Persephone scoffed. Does she not fully grasp the seriousness of what’s happened? Her Alpha heir is dead, and Ignazio demands Crista and her sisters are turned over to him. Incubi is going to war to protect the Fayte sisters. “You aren’t part of our pack. People will see you a

With the plan in place, everyone got up from the table, ready to leave. My brother took the initiative to rush upstairs. I could have gotten Crista and Papa their change of clothes, but of course, André wanted to look at Crista’s new wardrobe. “We’ll meet you at the hospital,” André called out as he hurried down the stairs with a small bag. I’d gotten the younger Fayte sisters closer to the garage, wanting to give Crista and Papa space. “Bye.” Delilah waved as Persephone tugged her to the garage. At least she’s on the same page as me. Crista is uneasy about shifting in front of Papa. And I’m sure Chesed will not make it any easier on her. They deserve some privacy. “Night, Zio! Night Luna!” Zoe and Regina waved as they went out the front door. My phone buzzed about a minute after I got into the front seat of André’s car. Zoe: Follow up with the Crone. Zoe: Your visions most likely have something to do with this Delta heir. We need to know what they are about. Keep me in the loop.