(Derek's POV)"Okay. See you guys in a few. Bye."I end the call and slid the phone back to my pocket. I shook my head, amused about Cooper. He has gone nuts again. He took Reagan to a supermarket? What for? I guess I could never keep up on how his crazy mind works, and if I do, I'd probably end up reviewing why I survived being friends with him.Leaning my head back on the reclining leather chair, I thought about my planned talk with my fellow Elders. When I got to the Headquarters, the four of them weren't there. I asked security for their whereabouts, and it seems Rockilian went to Germany to visit his clan, Talon and Connor went to California and Marcus, he didn't say where he was going.What had me baffled though was that my older brother, Darren, came out from Marcus' office. It was suspicious because unauthorized persons can't get into our office, unless cleared by the Elders and security. I'd wanted to ask, out of curiosity, but remembered I didn't want to do anything with him

When does heartbreak begin?With infidelity? Or does it begin long before, when someone swallows more pain than love and was forever altered?Perhaps it didn't matter anymore, in my case.Or perhaps it mattered more than anything else. We berate ourselves based on things that had happened to us, like a buried emotion, covered long after you finally dealt with it. It was eminent, to live and breathe. It required great understanding, seeing all things at once, forward and backward...So we began in the middle, with her eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry. Struggling to focus, she could make out that she was in a room with bare white walls which sparked her confusion. She heard a beeping noise to her left and glanced at it.A heart monitor.Using her poor skills of deduction, it didn't take a genius to know she was in a hospital."Finally," someone said in relief. "You're awake."She turned her head to find that voice and took a sharp intake of breath.His dark blue orbs stared at her

Have you ever had that feeling when everything just doesn't make any sense?Why?I could name a few things. First, my body was acting on its own accord. Second, I just flung Ciara all the way to the parking lot. Third, I'd just go back with the second because damn, EVERYTHING didn't seemed to fit in the picture.I stared horrified at my hands. Strange it may sound, I could see strings of static all around it. I took deep calming breaths, and slowly, but surely, my hammering heart died down to its normal beat and that strong energy evaporated from my body.Ciara.I jumped at the realization and ran towards the parking lot. As much as I hated her, seeing her hurt worried me. And what's up with her hands and eyes? She looked menacing and... inhuman.I scanned for her on the lot and spotted her leaning on a car, unconscious. There was a huge dent behind her unconscious body, and I'll be damned if the owner freaks out, but that was the least of my concern.She stirred, regaining consciousn

I was running.Harder and faster than I had ever run in my life. Trees flashed past the way. It was only a matter of time my legs would hurl me forward, feet flying from something too terrible to face."Kill Derek. Kill the purebloods."Shaking those thoughts away, I willed myself not to listen to that voice."You were born for this. Fulfill the prophecy."Derek's house appeared between the distant trees. The sight of it brought a strange feeling of salvation, the way a thief might feel sighting a church, his chance at sanctuary. I sprinted harder, and soon, Derek's swimming pool appeared on my line of vision.I stumbled down to the patio that surrounded the pool, my eyes eyeing its blue depths. Part of me wanted only to drown myself, to lie on the bottom and hold my breath while my heartbeats get further and further apart, stretching, eventually reaching infinity.My reflection morphed into a different face. She had dark wavy brown hair that fell above the top curves of her supple br

(Reagan's POV)My conversation with Bryson had my thoughts working like clockwork in search for the truth.It was uncanny for Purebloods and Alerians to fabricate a story that held great importance such as this, but for what? Hindering the descendants to know the truth? Too ashamed that such breed existed due to unlikely consortion? When my dad finds Sephrina's grave, I hope exhuming her body would give us something to break this prophecy. If she did have the journal with her, as what that trusted Alerian historian claimed.Killing the ignition, I got out from my car and slammed the door shut. My spirits somehow dwindled day by day since the revelation. Each day when I wake up, I dread the feeling of wanting to kill the man I love."The one you love is the one you'll kill," I muttered sarcastically under my breath.Funny that I still managed to conjure dark poetry lines in dire situations such as this, or maybe I had gone to the deep end.Yeah, right. Maybe Derek would haul ass me to