Kate’s pov I’ve been seeing Leia a lot more. She used to go straight to Mark’s after school, but she seems to be avoiding him a bit. He’s is back at work too, so maybe that’s why? Or maybe it’s because he now has his wolf and things have changed. I wish Leia would tell me more, but she’s hesitant to talk to me about Mark and I feel like she’s hiding something. Of course my mind goes to dark places and thinking he’s hurting her again, but she isn’t showing any signs of it. Asher is being weird too, asking about Leia a lot. And he’s watching movies. He never watches movies, but suddenly he’s watching Star Wars and a bunch of other movies Leia usually talks about. It’s like he’s getting to know Leia better in his own weird way, but she hates him. So I don’t see the point. He doesn’t like her, does he? Maybe he's trying to find a way to make it up to her. “Kat? Are you lost in your fucking thoughts again?” Leia asked me. I laughed awkwardly, “I was actually thinking about you. You ha

Asher’s pov “I just called her and she was at Mark’s. So I thought I’d tell her over the phone, so she could confront him or break up.” Kate said, sounding unsure. “But I think I made a mistake. What if she confronts him and he hurts her? I should have waited, but I was scared she might have sex with him or do something she’d regret. I don’t know. Asher, what should I do? Should I call her again?” “We’re going to Mark’s house.” I said and I walked out, while Kate ran behind me. I didn’t trust Mark at all. And I knew how pissed off Leia could get. If she pushed the wrong buttons, who knows what Mark might do. I had to get her out of there. Maybe punch Mark once for good measure. “Or more than once,” Logan growled. I drove as fast as I could. We went to that friends house, but he told me Mark was staying at his mom and gave me the address, after I threatened him. Luckily Mark’s moms house wasn’t that far away and I knocked on the door impatiently. I had told Kate to wait in the car

Leia’s pov I was putting on a brave face, but everything that happened was a fucking lot. I wasn’t just dealing with being beaten and almost sexually assaulted by someone I thought fucking loved me. I couldn’t even be angry with him, because he fucking died. My dad says I should talk to someone or maybe doctor fucking Angela, but I am in no mood for therapy. I want my body to heal first, those ribs hurt a whole fucking lot whenever I laugh, cry or just fucking breath. And I hate having my arm in a cast. It’s my right arm too, so I can’t even fucking write. Okay, pity party is over. Right not we need to figure out who killed Mark. “Honey? Are you okay?” Mom said softly. She had been tiptoeing around me and it was getting on my fucking nerves. I didn’t need to be babied. Especially not when this whole thing was my fucking fault. Everyone warned me about Mark, but I stupidly stayed. “I’m fine, mom. I’m hanging out with Sierra and Kate today, okay?” “Be careful, if you start to feel

Sierra’s pov I was trying so hard to let Kate know that I considered her a friend. That we were fine, even after she kissed me. I even got dressed near her, trying to show her, I wasn’t scared or felt weird around her. But then I made the stupid mistake of sniffing her neck like an insane person when I was putting a necklace on. She smelt really nice and I was drawn to her scent. When we were both dressed and I had put on some make-up, we went out to my car. Kate’s guard Tyler was behind us, so at least we would be safe. We arrived at the club and Kate looked really nervous. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. Just some people dancing and loud music. We’ll try and find Bella and then we’ll leave okay?” Kate looked thankful and I held her hand as we entered the club. It didn’t take us long to find Bella and her group. They were all dancing together, being really loud and cheerful. If Bella was Mark’s mate she wouldn’t look so happy right? I

Asher’s pov I hated being locked up again. The first time was just boring. But now there was this added stress of being blamed for something I didn’t do. Did they really think I was capable of such a gruesome murder? “Well, you did almost beat Mark to death once.” Logan said. “As I recall, you did the worst part of that beating, slicing open Mark’s arms?!” I growled back in anger. I was worried about Leia and there was no way to reach her in here. I wanted to be there for her and I hoped she didn’t think I did this. Although I didn’t mind it one bit that Mark was death, this was even a bit too much for me. Luckily dad came down, after the blood on my hands was tested, to apologize. “I’m sorry Ash. I should have believed you right away. I need to keep you down here though. You’re still a suspect and if someone is trying to frame you, you’re safer here.” I wasn’t too pleased to stay here, even after dad realized his mistake. Mom visited me often, Kate too and Easton filled me on e