Luciano stood with Zia and James as they looked through the glass walls at Keirah. She was in the same pajamas, t-shirt, and shorts she was in yesterday when Luciano left her with Zia. She lay on the same sofa. Locked in the stair room. Zia had taken her out of her bedroom to the glass-walled room, which was better hospital-equipped to take care of her. But luckily at least today she was awake. Luciano looked at her body, which had lost so much weight in just twenty-four hours, and he felt bad for her. “Please, Zia, let's wait for longer to announce the news to her. This is the worst time to announce to her that her sister has died.” Keirah's chest was rising and falling heavily. Her face was pale and her eyes glistened. She pushed herself painfully to raise her hands and knees off the sofa. And Luciano rushed up and walked into the room to help her. Luciano watched Keirah, feeling pity for her. She looked exhausted, pale, and sickly with each minute that went by. “I am so sorry.

Not to her expectations, I turn Kierah's back around so that we are both facing Erede from where we are standing upstairs. “You see that man? He is the man you love. You do not love me, Keirah. You love the image of him in me. You love him. “You love him so much as much as I love you. To that man, you would go to hell and back. You love him so much that you got around searching for a random man on dating apps who looked like him to get you pregnant just to make him jealous. “Or was it to have a baby just like what he has with your sister? You are trying to trick me into getting yourself pregnant with my baby, isn't that it? For your information, I will never allow myself to have a baby in this kind of life, and neither with a lying, cheating woman like you. “It's the looks, right? YOU DO NOT LOVE ME KEIRAH. Never USE THAT LIE ON ME AGAIN. “You can love no man other than him. If he is still standing. Even at his death, your love for him will haunt you because you love him too much.

THIRD PERSON'S POV Just a second later, after the voice in his head. The pain stops, and a giant brown werewolf emerges from the forest. With its teeth bare, the wolf grows loudly as it advances toward Luciano's wolf's form like a predator. And all the wolves that had taken a step back came all at once. Ready to attack. The large wolf roams around him, menacing and towering around his wolf form. Luciano stares and his mouth growls as more wolves link out of the forest surrounding him. The giant wolf leads the others to charge up to him. And when they are all close enough the giant wolf takes a step back. Luciano runs away, and the giant wolf pursues him, followed by the rest of the wolves. His head is still in a daze. As he runs away, he turns back to see the reflection of flight in James's eyes. James is just a step from him and awake. Hope …. James is still hanging in there. Hope rises in Luciano. If he makes it alive here, he can save his brother. He springs back to tackle

The morning sun still shone brightly on the cottage an hour after Luciano had walked out of the Cannibal's hospital where he left James. He had threatened all the specialist doctors at Cannibal with their families or anything they loved, and he had left James in the hands of the best specialists to take care of him. They had promised him within twenty-four hours he would see so much progress in James. And he believed them because they all knew what was at stake if they did not deliver. A group of his most trusted engineers and paramedics gathered outside his cottage. Some of their faces were solemn and somber. A few engineers surveyed the scene. And put down in writing what needed to be done for Luciano's approval. As usual, he wanted the Casablanca penthouse design also installed in the cottage house. The bulletproof glass walls in the cottage house were to be connected to his signature eye lenses alone. And more special architectural designs, to be added for James's security whe

Luciano's POV Three full days in the forest have taken a toll on me. Today, more than ever, I want to be around a human being and someone that understands me. Hiding behind sunglasses and in a black hoodie. I walk into the intensive care unit. I hear a heartbeat from afar in the corridor. A monitor beeping as I step in. James lies motionless, deep in sleep in the hospital bed, his skin ashen and his lips dry and cracked. He is hooked to monitors and IV tubes. I feel a heavy weight on my chest, looking at James as if something is squeezing my chest tightly. I feel like I am fighting to cry as if something trapped my tears inside. Never in my life have I seen James this vulnerable. And all alone. Never did I imagine a time like this without Zia beside him making their silly crazy jokes. My breathing has become shallow and uneven, and my body is tensing up as I try to hold back my emotions. I stand up and approach his bedside table to just do something and remove my mind from my pai