*Yasmeen*I whirl at the sound of someone sniffling, probably weeping. The witch rushes past me and I can see from her wet cheeks that she is crying. I can’t help but smile, despite my head, which feels like an army of ants is marching up and down my scalp. My day has been going quite miserably considering how Alpha Kyle seems to be avoiding me and ignoring my advances. What the hell does he want? I am the type of woman men crave, lust for, think of when they pleasure themselves, and more. I raise a hand to my head and try my best to scratch at the itchiness caused by the stupid wig I am wearing. I can feel the headgear shift clumsily as I attempt to scrape aggressively underneath its lace surface. Damn it! How do other women manage to wear these things on their heads for hours on end and still look graceful? This thing feels like a hair hat that was made with remnants of lice. Trying to distract myself from the discomfort, I walk down the corridor toward where the witch came from.

*Kyle*The floorboards make a weird sound as I walk toward my bedroom for my date with Thelma. I can’t help but wonder if the house needs new floorboards already. Hasn’t it only been a year since Billy, the construction guy, put in new tiles?The thought quickly is pushed to the back of my mind as I hasten my footsteps toward the bedroom. I am both nervous and excited to see Thelma today. Hopefully my request for a bottle of champagne over ice with two flute glasses and a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries has already been prepared.Glancing at my Rolex, I realize I only have about thirty minutes to spare before Thelma arrives. I must prepare myself because tonight I plan to get her to fall in love with me–well, maybe a little bit in love.

*Tobias*I survey my brother’s gray eyes and smile, which is more of a permanent scowl that has been etched on his face since my arrival. Although we are identical twins, I have always felt the absence of the bond twins usually share, partly due to the fact that we are a very rare breed of twins. Kyle inherited both vampiric and wolf powers from our biological parents, but I on the other hand was born devoid of the physical attributes and powers that my brother is blessed with. He has always been the best of our pair; he has everything I wish I could lay claim to.Our adopted Leviathan father had always praised Kyle for his power and level-headedness. He had trained with Kyle day and night to make him even stronger than he already was.I am the one who needed

*Thelma*What? Tobias attacked? By whom? I turn and run after Kyle wondering if whoever was trying to attack me is who attacked Tobias. I pray not; Kyle told me this place was safe and protected. How or where did Tobias run into danger?I smell blood as four men rush into the corridor with a wounded man on a stretcher. A pained sound comes from the man, who I hardly recognize as Tobias, is bleeding and both of his eyes are swollen shut. I push past Kyle and kneel beside the stretcher.“Tobias, are you okay?” I ask.The man struggles to open his swollen eyes; his cheekbones and jaw are bruised purplish-blue. Tobias rests shirtless on the stretcher that has been placed on the floor. It looks like someone whipped him mercilessly…repeatedly. The shredded f