Fallon POVBruce and I go into the back dining room. I look around, but there is no one with us. A table is set for us, and our food is waiting. I see the bloody mary and go straight for it. I need a drink. I begin to drink the bloody mary. I have never been much of a drinker, but right now, I need it."You don't turn 18 until next week. Am I right?" A rough growling voice says.I turn to see a woman. She is thin and short. Her hair is long, and her face is covered. "That is right. I am only 17," I answer.She moves closer. "Well, don't get drunk in my place and cause me to lose my liquor license," she says, laughing. I am not sure the supernatural has a liquor license or if anyone can get here that isn't special in some way. I nod while she laughs."I am Umbra," she says. She moves closer, and I can see her hair is white with small pieces of copper. She was once a redhead, like me."I am Fallon, but I guess you already know that," I say.Bruce steps behind me as Umbra moves closer to

Fallon POVBruce and I slowly walk back to our hotel, holding hands and listening to the music. I am at peace in some ways. I know everything that is to come about my family will not come easily, but there is something peaceful about knowing that I have Bruce with me. Hell, I have an entirely new family with me. This family loves me.I know my mother, brother and dad loved me, but the extended family there never cared for me. I understand why now, but it still hurts. Just because I was adopted did not make me any less their family, but I guess to them, I never was family."You keep going off somewhere else. I know all of this is a lot, but you need to know," Bruce says. I feel like there is much more he wants to tell me, but he is holding back. I wonder why.In a dramatic, silly move, I smile at him and throw my hair over my shoulder. "I am fine, I promise," I say.A tall man is waiting for us as we approach the hotel. He reminds me of Ryan. Is this man a wolf? I pull myself closer t

Bruce POVRyan escapes with Fallon. I am helpless as he takes his Lycan form and jumps down the steps. Chaos is furious. He runs after Ryan and Fallon, but it is too late. Fallon is gone. I don't think Ryan would harm her. I know he wouldn't hurt her, but the things he is about to tell her will ruin everything. Dr. Braum and I carefully planned everything out for Fallon; now, everything is a mess. I wait in front of the door for Chaos to return. I am not chasing Fallon because I know exactly where he is taking her, and I understand why he is taking her there. After Chaos leaves, I will go after Fallon and Ryan. I don't need Chaos to know the secrets I keep. Chaos returns after looking for Fallon and Ryan for over an hour. He is pissed off as he comes back up the stairs. "They got away. That damn Ryan is faster than I remember," Chaos says. I expect him to lash out at me about not helping him chase them, but he doesn't say a word. Maybe that is what he wanted. He wouldn't want me t

Fallon POVThe older woman pulls me to her, squeezing me as she embraces me. She is much stronger than she looks. I hesitate at first. She does look like me, but there is so much danger for me and every single moment of my life is crazy right now. She releases me and looks at me for a moment. There are tears running down her face. "You look so much like your mother," she says. I look back at Libby. Libby must see the panic on my face or hear it in my mind. "This is your grandmother. We all call her Mother Agnes," Libby says. I look into Mother Agnes's eyes. I am not sure what I am looking for, just something that tells me she is family and means no harm to me. "I would never hurt you, my child," Mother Agnes says. Great, she can read my mind too. Can everyone read minds? "Not the wolves or Lycans, but some of the vamps can and a few of the shifters," Libby answers my question that I did not speak. I have to be mindful of my thoughts. "Thanks," I say. Not sure if that is the appro

Fallon POVDestiny, my destiny, these words seem to float in and out of my mind. I wonder why I was put on this earth. Why am I so important to the reapers and the supernatural world? Why can't someone else lead? I am not sure I am a leader. I guess I will find out what I am made of soon.I feel a strong arm touch my shoulder and engulf me. I turn to see Bruce. He pulls me into an embrace. "I am sorry about your parents," Bruce says. It seems like I have heard I am sorry about your parents more times than I would like over the last week. I guess everyone is sorry. I am sorry too. I am sorry my parents are dead. I am sorry that my brother is dead. I am sorry that the people who loved me enough to hide me are also dead. Death is all I feel right now. "I do not want to talk about death right now," I say. I know he can see into my mind, so Bruce already knows how I am feeling right now and what I am thinking. Bruce kisses my forehead. I hear a low growl coming from another room. I look