Camilo's Point of View It was pouring outside. A sheet of rain came down on Lupitum. On the city my father had built. The city my mother loved and improved. My home. Once upon a time, it had been the best place on earth for wolves. A safe haven. My dream city. The very same one that Dominique had destroyed for his own gain. Back when I was a child without a father, I idolized the man. Regarded him as a king and not the wolf he was. When push came to shove, on the other hand, he showed his true colors. Exploited the business my father created from the ground up. Then he had reluctantly given up the title after my family's men became angered that he was still in charge when I was right there. So, we cast him aside. But my mother could never get rid of him. Kept him around, even now. Her little spy. Sometimes I thought they were fucking but Dominique had no time for such things. Even love for his sons was limited. Which only saddened the little boy inside my chest. Once upon a time,

Camilo's Point of View They followed us from the first checkpoint. Some walked. Others rode on their devilish motorbikes. There were a lot more of them than there had been so many years ago. A precaution, no doubt, after we had murdered the last Sin King. This time around, our luck wouldn't be with us. Not when they carried those horrid fucking anti-werewolf guns of theirs. The bullets were specially designed to penetrate the flesh and dig in deep. Twist into the flesh like an old-school orange juicer. The more our bodies tried to heal, the larger the wound grew. It led to us bleeding out before we could reach a doctor. At least I knew the new King wasn't too stupid. He could be reasoned with to a degree. Not that I wanted to reason with anyone at the moment. I wanted blood. Taste their flesh in my mouth. Rip and tear and break. Because they had targeted the only soft point in my life. Things with Farren were tense. But we would have made it out okay. Or so I prayed to the goddess.

Farren's Point of ViewThe fluorescent lights burned my eyes as I slowly cracked them open. But it was the least of my worries. A solid pounding settled into the side of my skull. Aching. Crackling. I sucked in a cool breath through dried lips and was met with a stale and sterile taste. Beeping came from my left. Voices from my right. I rolled my eyes to the side. Took in the white-washed room. Everything was pristine in here. Not a speck of dust on any of the surfaces. A curtain hung from the roof a meter or so away.Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. This was a hospital room. The pounding in my skull increased. I wiggled in the hard bed beneath me. Felt a sting in my side. Hissing, I stopped moving. The beeping intensified beside me. I could feel my heart claw at my ribs. Begged to be free of the confines of my chest. This was a nightmare waiting to happen.My fingers twitched beside me. The light became unbearable. Seared spots into my vision. That fucking beeping became all I

Camilo's Point of ViewI couldn't keep the frown from my face as her words slashed at me. Had she no idea what I had endured the last few hours? To know my mate had been hurt all because I had concealed enemies. It was a wound that would fester over time.Her poison dripped on it day after day.But I didn't fight back. I only squared my shoulders and picked up her file hanging on the end of her bed. Shuffling through it casually, I could feel both their eyes clawing at my face. Farren shot venom my way. Nerezza kept quiet, to my delight. Neither liked that I was reading the documents but trying to stop me would only come with backlash.I had a right to know what my mate had endured. It would determine the punishment I gave her aggressors later on. When I caught them. Felt their blood trickle down my hands. Arms. Savored the look of fear on their faces.Swallowing hard, I shut the document and looked at my mate again. "You have amnesia?" I asked and set the file back where it belonged.

Farren's Point of ViewThey were consuming me from the outside in. Devouring my flesh with their tongues. Teeth. Even the air surrounding us was filled with the haze of lust. A sheen of sweat had broken out on my skin. I could feel the droplets rolling down my body. Feel my moan crest inside my chest.Sparks sizzled between Rafael, Alejandro, and me. Even in this state, I wanted them to continue on into the next orgasm. Even if I was so tender down there that it was near painful for them to touch me.The slickness between my thighs glistened beneath the soft light of my bedside lamp. My satin covers were bundled at the bottom. Alejandro had his mouth wrapped around my nipple. Rafael's tongue lapped up my excess between my thighs. I hissed as the pressure grew more intense. Drew me to the edge of my sanity.I gripped the blankets beneath me. Prayed they wouldn't rip from the force I used. This was the edge of oblivion. The beginning and end of my universe. Somewhere deeper in the hous