Farren's Point of View Every inch of their fence was crawling with guards. The main gate had ten of them. All armed to the teeth. Nicolas gave Priamos a waned look. Seemed troubled. Whilst I only sat back to watch as they stalked closer to the car. The one at the front had a gap in his teeth when he smiled at Priamos. But it wasn't the kind of smile you would give a friend. To some people, it would seem as if he wanted to eat you. To others, like myself, it looked like he wanted to pant like a dog. Either way, it wasn't a friendly look. "State your business." The man grumbled through horribly crooked teeth. Some had larger gaps than others. Looked broken. A clear sign that he was on some kind of drug that ate away at his teeth. Namely crystal meth. A pity that someone had to fall so far before realizing their mistakes. Priamos leveled his gaze with the man. Glowered. There was nothing friendly on his face either. My brother had never been known for his patience. Or his respect for

Camilo's Point of ViewRafael was pacing back and forth around the kitchen. His nails were bitten into the quick. Alejandro was the only one who looked slightly less panicked. Well, Quintez was too busy stuffing his face to notice the growing tension.He might have been more competition for the three of us. Another male to steal my mate's attention away from me. But he was somewhat naive. Innocent. Quintez had a look about him that I couldn't put my finger on. As if the situation might have been crap but he was just happy to be alive. To be fed.Quintez didn't understand where Farren was actually going.Into a den of enemies. It was no secret that Dominique ruled that side of the city. That he controlled those parts with an iron fist. I had always let him do it, seeing as his home was there. Meaning he always had increased security. But I still trusted him not to abuse the power.A wrong move on my part."She is out of her fucking mind! The first sign that she is there and he will com

Alejandro's Point of ViewShe was terrified. I could hear it in her voice. Feel it vibrating down my spine. But she was with Priamos and Nicolas. Although, given the circumstances, they should be protecting her. Yet she can't return here. Then I needed to go to her. Because if she couldn't come back here, they couldn't protect her for long enough so that she could escape. I felt my body move without my mind telling it to. My wolf brushed close to the surface. Howled in agony and anger. We had let her go alone.Only a mate would protect her with all they had. Not her brothers. Not the ones who had abandoned her before. I wouldn't follow in their footsteps. Leave her to fall into an unseemly fate.She deserved more than this world had to offer.I ripped out my phone from my pocket and dialed the first number in one fluid motion. Camilo should know what was happening. Had to turn his car around and go to our mate. Everything else could burn. All of it. But if she died...A lump formed i

Farren's Point of View"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit," Isabelle mumbled in the front seat of the car. She was still huddled over in the footwell. We could barely hear her as we reversed. Scraped along the damaged cars. They were firing at us still. But Tristan was down for the count.I almost felt proud of Priamos for decking him. For showing him not to mess with the three youngest Torrez children. The shock of Leon's death was slowly fading away. Becoming nothing more than a dull satisfaction in the back of my mind. "I can't believe we rammed through the front of a house!" Isa shot bolt upright when she said this. Looked back at Nicolas with wide eyes. He only gave her a small smile as encouragement. "Camilo is going to flip his lid when he learns that I was in the car whilst we did that!" "Cam has more things to worry about," Alejandro muttered and looked in the rearview mirror. In a jerky motion, he turned the car around. Shoved the gear lever into first and carried on driving

Farren's Point of ViewMrs. Amador looked so out of place on the roof. Rifle pressed to her shoulder. Eye peering through a rather large scope. In her designer heels and twinkling diamonds. This woman should have been on a runway somewhere. Not shooting at people from a rooftop in the stifling sun.Even her lips were perfectly lined in the same color men would spill in the courtyard below. After a moment of adjusting and readjusting the scope, she settled it against the small retaining wall on the roof. Lucky for us, the kitchen was the perfect spot to stand on. The roof here was flat with a small enough wall that we could take cover when necessary. The end of an extractor fan shot out to my right. "Have you ever shot a gun, Farren?" Even her voice sounded too perfect to be of this world. I hoped that one day I would be as graceful as she was. Poised and perfect. With all of my training at court, I should have been better than her by now. Although standing right beside the woman, I