WHITNEY'S POVAs I lay on my bed soon after Henry left my room, I drifted off to sleep. I slept for almost an hour and when I woke up, I felt invigorated. My mind drifted to my encounter with Luther in his room but I quickly banished the thought. I was feeling bored and claustrophobic in my room, so, I decided to go to the packhouse even though I don't like going there because of the boys that often pester me.I sat up for some seconds and thought about Henry. I recall how upset he was when I narrated the ordeal I suffered at the hands of Luther and how he stormed out of my room to confront him.It's been over an hour since he left and I expect him to come back to tell me how it went. Why is he taking so long? Has he left Luther's room and decided to rest and he is now in his room? Or has he gotten into a fight with Luther and he has probably injured him? Has Luther killed him for confronting him? Could Henry's corpse be lying in Luther's room? I became alarmed as so many thoughts f

WHITNEY'S POVI was bewildered as my eyes swept from Henry to his mother. The fact that I was the one who caused the rift between mother and son made me feel guilt-ridden. I have to do something. I just can't stand here and be looking at them. But what can I do to quell the situation? Before I say anything, I have to move from the reach of Luna Viola. I thought as I quickly took some steps back and I was about three feet away from her. "Henry, please, let go of your mother's hand," I pleaded as I gazed at him.He turned his head to look at me and we made eye contact as I pleaded with my eyes.Instantly, he let go of his mother's hand and took a few steps away from her."Mom, I implore you, don't lay your hands on Whitney again. She has done nothing wrong to you. I am the one to be blamed for everything cos I was the one that held her hand. Even when she pleaded with me to let go of her hand, I refused. So, you can put all the blame on me."Luna Viola slowly dropped her hand while he

WHITNEY'S POV For a moment, there was pin-drop silence as I stared at Alpha Don and I could sense that all eyes were on me. How could a walk to the packhouse suddenly turn into a series of unexpected events? I wondered for the umpteenth time. "I said what is going on here?" Alpha Don bellowed as his voice went a pitch higher. "This evil girl has killed our daughter," I heard Luna Viola wail behind me. I gasped in fear and whirled around. I saw Luna Viola as she knelt beside Lilian. She cradled her head and gazed at her face as tears streamed down her face. Lilian's eyes were closed and she looked lifeless. Oh, my goodness! I hope I have not killed her. If she is dead, I am as good as dead myself. Oh, Moon Goddess, please, don't let her die! I prayed in my heart. I averted my eyes to Henry and I saw his brow creased with worry as he stared at his mother crying over Lilian who lay in her arms in an unconscious state. I watched him as he walked briskly to where

WHITNEY'S POVHenry and I entered the house and went up the stairs without uttering a word to each other. I entered my room before him and he shut the door behind him.I walked to my bed and lay down while he sat on the chair facing me."Whitney, I am sorry about all that happened. I apologize on behalf of my mom and sister. I should have listened to you when you said you didn't want to go with me to meet my mom. It's my fault. I take the blame for everything," he said sadly looking guilt-ridden."Henry, you don't have to blame yourself or feel guilty about it. It has already happened. Perhaps, it was destined to be. If you look at it from another perspective, it wasn't all bad. At least something positive came out of it.""Are you talking about dad's intervention?""Yes. Your dad's intervention quelled the storm cos if he hadn't come, the situation could have been very bad. I don't want to imagine what would have happened." "Yeah, you are right. I hope things will change now that da

LUTHER'S POVA week after my mom and sister came to my room, my parents, Henry, Lilian, and I were at the dining table in the morning and were having breakfast of grilled chicken, vegetables, and cheese with the option of tea and coffee.My dad and mom were sitting at each end of the table and I was sitting at the seat on the right side of my father while Henry was sitting on his left directly opposite me. Lilian was sitting beside Henry. We were all silent as we ate and the only sounds in the dining room were the clattering of cutleries on dishes.Three days ago, there was seemingly tension between my dad and mom, perhaps, as a result of the incident concerning Whitney that happened last week. However, they seem to have reconciled their differences cos I could see them smiling faintly at each other from time to time. They both seem to have gotten over the incident even though I know that it will continue to linger on their minds, perhaps, for the rest of their lives.As we ate, from