Gwaine’s POV:The beeping sound of my alarm sounded muffled in my head like someone had stomped on it and then stuffed it under a mattress before it went off. Slowly, the sound got louder and harder to ignore. I searched blindly with my right hand, grabbed the device and pressed different buttons until it stopped.Sighing deeply, I sat upright. I looked at my wrist watch, it was almost 7am. I had managed to fall asleep last night, even though it was just for a few hours. I looked at my desk, there were papers everywhere. There was no time to fix that mess as I had an important meeting with Regan this morning. I had to be ready before he arrived. I headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.I stopped in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection. I was in dire need of a shave. My face looked unkept as I hadn’t shaved since Catherine disappeared. I ran my fingers on my face, feeling the now overgrown facial hairs. I picked up my face cream as I finally decided it was time to cle

Gwaine’s POVI sat in my office with Regan and Jason as we went over the plan again. If Catherine’s mother was held within wolf territory, I was convinced Catherine herself was being held somewhere close. “We’re going to split into different groups so we can search the forest surrounding every border. Jason nodded attentively.Turning to Regan, I said, “You’re not to tell any of the soldiers about this, just assemble them by morning and split them. There’s a traitor out there and until I’m sure who it is, no important information is to be repeated outside this room.” “Alright.” He answered.I couldn’t get myself to trust anyone, not after Nicole’s betrayal. The security around the house had been doubled and the maids were not allowed in certain areas except there was someone to supervise them.Catherine’s mother was making a quick recovery now that her system had been cleansed if that drug. She was discharged from the hostel and now occupied the room that once belonged to Catherine

One year laterI sat in front of my drawing board with a pencil and some paper spread out in front of me. The piece in front of me was a portrait of my son. I had always drawn him since he was born; a portrait for each month. A little boy with his mother’s eyes, long blonde hair that grew so much I had to cut it often, his tiny nose and his wide smile. I would capture the look in those brown eyes whenever they caught the reflection of the window, when the sun reflected off of the ocean and warmed them up.The door creaked open but I was so lost in thoughts I didn’t hear it. Gwaine came up from behind me and wrapped his hands around me. I rested my head on his chest as he kissed my neck. “Hello beautiful. You’re up early, why don’t we have breakfast first?” He whispered, nuzzling his face into my shoulder.I laughed at his remark because very one knew I wasn’t a morning person. It was late September, the summer months were almost over but we still got to enjoy the days together. His