Helena’s POV… She could feel his eyes boring into her back and she wished she could just run away and hide. How could she do that in front of him? What exactly had gotten into her? He already had high moral values so he must be thinking the worst about her right now.He had to be repulsed by her, why wouldn't he, when she had shamelessly fondled herself in front of him. If the roles had been reversed and had he been the one to do it, she couldn't imagine what she would have thought of him. Thinking about it made her skin crawl and she shivered.She inhaled the cool breeze, traces of mist rising from her exhale. It had only been two months since she left Aaron, in fact just five days ago she was heartbroken and pining over her lost relationship but overnight he had become insignificant. Something was wrong with her and she was slowly losing her mind. If anything, this was a clear sign that it was time to part ways with him. After a while, she was relieved to find him fast asleep, w

Helena’s POV.. She didn't know why she didn't protest, why she didn't push him away and why she remained seated there blushing like a schoolgirl. Maybe deep down she was feeling lonely or maybe she craved some kind of human contact that she could not remember ever having. The only thing that she knew for sure was that this giant, delicious looking man was snuggled on her, using her as his pillow. What was he thinking of her right now? Did her legs feel bony? What about her breathing? Was it too loud? A thousand questions buzzed in her head. Besides the act of lovemaking, intimacy had never been her thing throughout her life. Her parents were barely ever there to give her cuddles and she had grown up without feeling the need for them. That's why Aaron had been perfect for her because he never did any mushy stuff. The self awareness soon wore off when she heard his breathing becoming heavier and uneven causing her to relax. He was now fast asleep. He must be really tired, she though

Helena’s POV.. "Who the hell is Savannah?" she questioned trying really hard to hide her hurt feelings. Not once but twice! Her heart felt like someone was slowly squeezing it and tears threatened to form. Up until now, she had not realized just how much she liked him, how much she wanted to be a part of his life and how important it was for him not to think about other women. 'This is crazy!' she thought to herself, turning away from him and wiping away an escaped tear. Savannah must be his girlfriend or worse, his wife. He must love her a lot for him to call out her name twice without even realizing it. She had brushed off the first time as an error in speech, people did that sometimes but when he said it again, it brought unexpected pain and heartache. "What am I looking at? " he asked, circling one arm around her shoulders and leaning against her. 'He shouldn't be doing this to Savannah!' alarm bells rang in her head and she brushed his arm off, taking a step away from him

Xanders POV.. "Unseal us! " His being whispered to him. " No", he shook his head disregarding its request. Life would be so much easier if he did though. He was never exhausted when unsealed, could be a hundred times faster and finding her would be instantaneous. Over the past few days he had experienced what it was to labor and feel exhausted. This was what Helena had been going through and he felt closer to her, sharing her experience. "Helena!!! "he called out to her, searching anywhere and everywhere. He folded his arm in front of him, pushing against the ghastly gale, as he struggled with his footing. He knew he had no choice, his being was his only option but no matter what, he could not imagine her reaction to being rescued by a six foot amalgamation between a bat and a humanoid. "Answer me damn it!"As time passed, his desperation grew and the pressure to be released intensified. He now stood at the edge of a cliff, the little cabins scattered all over the valley below.

Helena's POV…'Aaron, why are you doing this to me? Haven't you taken enough already?' she thought to herself feeling bitter towards him. It was her that he wanted, she should be the one affected not Joe and Emma! Why did he have to go after them when they had nothing to do with this?Helena's remorseful eyes wandered to Emma whose mouth was quivering uncontrollably, resting on the couch that they had dragged closer to the blaze. Her leopard print extra thick blanket was wrapped tightly around her up to her neck and she had on a thick jersey and some mittens inside. Joe was close by,seated on the floor, equally trembling with his hands held open in front of him, trying to draw in some heat into his body. Had she known five years ago that things would end up this way, she would have never spoken to Aaron at Dahlias wedding. On that day, Helena had arrived late for the reception and as a result, been seated on a table with a group of strangers, of which Aaron happened to be one of them