Zera dropped by Zion’s school to pick him up, as it was her day to bring him home from school. She came thirty minutes after closing, which meant there would be fewer kids in the class than if she had come earlier. Among the kids still waiting for their parents to pick them up was Quincy, which meant that Davine had yet to pick him up. He and Zion seemed to have a rather interesting discussion before she made herself known in the waiting room, and Zion ran up to meet her.The thought of taking Zion away and leaving Quincy with no one to talk to didn’t feel right, yet she didn’t know if she could wait until his father came to pick him up. The day’s stress had dawned on her, and all she wanted now was food and rest. She didn’t know Davine’s house and wasn’t that close to him yet, or she would have suggested taking Quincy home to him and then proceeding to take Zion home.After his revelation to her over a week ago, they had kept their relationship somewhat civil. They had shared more th

Ivan sat at the counter with a glass of vodka before him. He traced his finger over the mouth of it, reminiscing about everything that had happened so far.He couldn’t think about Xoe’s death; it would be too painful, but he could think about the little time they spent together and how she made him feel while she still lived. It wouldn’t change reality, but it would make him feel better, even if for a little while.He had never felt this much pain. The loss of the wise one was one thing, but the loss of Xoe was another.Today had changed everything, and now he felt fate had robbed him of the sacred things in life. After meeting Xoe, he thought he would experience what the other “normal” Harts experience: being with someone, but he never got the chance.He wasn’t like the rest of the Harts; he was different, and that made him keep to himself. He was the only human among them. He felt different for a long time, but his siblings did their best to not leave him out of anything they did. B

Aaron’s suggestion after the confrontation Zera faced last week was that she quit her job at the university. He explained how necessary it was to keep a very low profile now that there was so much they didn’t understand. Ivan was still out seeking answers for what had happened, and there was still no clue. With the deaths of the wise ones in every pack across the country, getting answers would become as hard as finding a needle in a haystack. There was no guarantee that there would be an answer. The best advice would be to keep with her own until they got to the root of this, but she couldn’t do what he wanted despite agreeing to keep a low profile.The university was almost closing up for the session, and the next week would be exam week. The least she would do was give the last weeks to them and be done. Aaron didn’t understand why she refused, and even after she explained everything to him, he still didn’t get it. Her safety was more important than two weeks with a university that

Zera wasn’t surprised to find Aaron outside the house at the pack estate, awaiting her arrival. He probably saw Miguel bringing Zion and Quincy home and asked where she was and why she wasn’t with them then. Learning that she had gone to rescue Davine must have put him on the edge and on the verge of restlessness.George released Davine from his grip, and the other man set his feet down firmly for the first time in almost four minutes of racing from his place over to the pack estate.Aaron stepped towards them, his steps fast and impatience, which was not Aaron’s virtue she was familiar with.He pulled her into a tight hug, and they stayed for a while before he pulled away. “Do not go off on a reckless hunt on your own without giving me a heads-up.” he breathed in relief.She chuckled and hugged him back. “It wasn’t reckless, Aaron; it was necessary, and I wasn’t alone; I went with George.”He grunted and pulled away from the hug, cupping her face so she would look at him. “You know w

“Why on earth will I help you after everything you have done?” Aaron snarled, “I do not even consider you a friend, much less an ally, and so you have no right to ask me for anything!”Viktor nodded, not denying any of the words he just told him. “You are right, but I need your help still, and if you help me, maybe, just maybe, you won’t end up like me one day," he said, struggling to get up.“Is that a threat?” Aaron demanded, his grip on control thin.“What’s the noise going on for?” Damor asked from far back, and they all paused and turned to him. “Isn’t it too early for this much noise? I was soundly sleeping, but I couldn’t drown out your voices and enjoy my morning sleep. Someone tell me what’s going on and why many are out of their quarters.”They all remained silent, as those who could speak didn’t have the right to, and those with the right didn’t want to. He grunted and walked closer to where they stood, and his eyes met Viktor.He blinked immediately before asking. “What is