Lenox povAs we walk away from the little piece of paradise, I wonder how ignorant that fool is. He's grinning like he just saw his first sunrise, and sadly, he can't notice everything wrong with this situation. "That friend of yours isn't a friend," I mutter to check his reaction. Either he's blissfully stupid, or he's pretending. It doesn't matter which one it is because sooner or later, he will pay the price of his doings. Not that I want to warn this moron about everything Fenton could and most likely will do, but the least I can do to get more information is to come somewhat clean. First, when I decided to follow Luka, I thought he left because of me, because of the words I never meant. Yet, of all the possibilities, kidnapping wasn't one I considered as I roamed the woods. But now that I have enough information to put facts together, I slowly start accepting the seriousness of this shitstorm. The only thing I truly fear is the possible consequences. If I don't find Luka bef

Sarah pov“They want us to mark you.” All I can do is stare at his lips and hope he will repeat the same thing, and somehow, his lips will move in a different way to prove I’m hearing things. Mark me. What the actual hell?I get it, marking is important, but given my past and the things the triplets found out about me – if anyone, Lazarus should understand how I might feel about such a possibility. And above that, how does the Council have so much power over three Alphas, ruling the biggest pack known to shifters, to demand something?Aren’t they getting ahead of themselves? Won’t anyone ask the triplets if that’s what they want? Won’t they ask for my opinion?I shake my head in denial and clear my throat. “Excuse me, could you repeat that?” My voice breaks mid-sentence as my heart starts racing even faster. Lazarus brings his hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out a deep, frustrated breath. “They want us to mark you,” he repeats the exact words, and to

Lenox pov Shit. Fuck. Chickenshit fucksticks! How in the hell did we get here? Like seriously, I’m missing my daily tea party with the fucking devil because of this bullshit. I pinch the bridge of my nose and groan, just like Laz would in moments of great stress. Honestly, no idea why he does this because shit isn’t helping the rising frustration to fade. Someone’s about to die, and I don’t care who’s the damn victim for as long as I get to taste the blood and enjoy it dripping down my fingers. Speaking of which, I think I have an idea. “Well, asshole, you better get yourself together because we have places to be, chainsaws to play with, and bitches to kill. I’m a Barbie girl in a Barbie world and all that bullshit; I’m sure you’re catching my vibe.” I poke the guy in the gut and wink at him. One thing I love about criminals is how clueless and stupid they get once they swim deeper into my imaginary ocean and meet a fish much bigger and way more dangerous than themselves.

Sarah pov “What kind of issues?” I raise an eyebrow at Seth as she awkwardly glances at Than. This can’t be good. Seth is a woman of grace and power, and I don’t know anyone who’s more confident in themselves than she is. The only thing Than does is clear his throat and shrug his shoulders while Seth still seeks some support from the demon. Yeah, if they thought I wasn’t suspicious of their behaviour earlier, I definitely am now. I mean, how do they expect me to react if both are acting so strange? Besides, whenever she describes her son’s doings as ‘dealing with some issues, the whole thing is bound to end up in disaster. I roll my eyes at the adults that clearly act like toddlers and clear my throat to catch their attention. “I am not leaving unless I get details. Chop, chop, spit them out.” Although my voice is stern, I feel like I might burst out in laughter any second now. The looks on their faces are priceless, and if I had a camera, I would make sure to keep this moment

Luka pov I follow Fenton’s steps, but I can’t stop his words from echoing in my mind. I know he’s talking about something, possibly explaining important details, but I can’t force myself to pay attention. Than claimed God is dead, and here is this man claiming God is lost. Not only that, apparently, God is a she. If I thought our life was messed up earlier, now, it seems like an entire rollercoaster ride. A wild one with loops and surprises no one could predict. I want to figure out why all of this is happening. It can’t be that some trees suddenly grew out of nowhere and decided that my brother or his child could be the only key to close that gate of evil. No, there has to be more. There has to be someone who stands behind creating this mess and watches us try to solve the mystery. “Fenton?” I call his name, stopping his rant mid-sentence. “Hmm?” He hums, still heading forward. I assumed he might stop and give me a moment to ask the question, but I suppose criminal minds t