Kamari's Point of View An hour passed in total silence. Gaelan resigned himself to a shower after speaking extensively with Malakai about what this news entailed for us. Both of them thought I was unwise for sending for Zayan so soon, which in their minds would only tip him off and give him an advantage. Nolan remained mute whilst looking out the window. Stared at nothing in particular. Every once in a while he would move. Realize I was also sitting there and smiled timidly my way. Right before his face would fall back into a blank stare. He was hurting more than he tried to let on. A horrible decision to make but I understood. He needed space to process. Most likely, he was questioning his entire friendship at this point. If he even knew the man as well as he had thought. And me... Well. I couldn't wrap my mind around why Zayan would pull something like this. Why he would promise me the world only to let me fall flat on my face. None of it made sense. But feelings often didn't.

Kamari's Point of ViewThe next two hours were the longest of my life. I could barely contain myself. Paced up and down the living room until I was sure the soles of my shoes were worn through.Every time I would pick at my cuticles, Malakai's voice would pop into my head. Spread out across my body until I let my hands fall to my sides.Gaelan had decided on drinking whiskey at this time in the morning. With the sun rising slowly, I could see the amber liquid slosh in his glass as he walked back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. Nolan on the other hand was much calmer than the two of us.He kept to himself on the couch. Opened up the curtains enough to see the cars coming and going. Most of them were heading to work or school. Some stopped on the sidewalks to pick up more people. It was an endless loop. One that shattered my nerves every time I heard a car engine come down the street.When I had spoken to Zayan over the phone, it was different. I was another person.

Kamari's Point of ViewFifteen times in the last two days, that's how much she spoke to him. When a call came through, she would speak as if it was nothing. Talk about how well Zayan was treating her. How the house was perfect and she wanted to change a few things.Minutes into the conversation, she would stalk upstairs, go into the bathroom and turn on the tap. What was said after that was a mystery. But it proved that she knew the cameras could hear her. She was smart enough to know to cover her tracks.It seemed a whole lot more suspicious than I could fathom but it still wasn't concrete evidence that Zayan was innocent.A long stretch, that was what it was. Arik and Eris setting him up for something? It nearly sounded absurd. What would they gain by throwing him under the bus? Why would they even instigate the attacks of Jagged Rock?Maybe for the same reasons we thought Zayan could be the culprit. Once the dust was settled and Rachel was overthrown Arik could easily step in and p

Kamari's Point of ViewNolan and Gaelan had taken over for Hunter and Randal. The two guards were shown to separate rooms to sleep in. To catch up on some serious rest before the final play of this act had to start. Each also took a shower before going to bed.My dad's clothes fitted Hunter better than Randal but both made do with what they had. At least their Alpha showed them some sympathy, unlike their Luna.Malakai had promised to speak to my mother but several hours had passed with no call coming in from him. Not sign that he had succeeded in stalling the bloodthirsty Luna. If I knew my mother, which I didn't really, I thought she would have sent more men by now. Took this whole situation right out of my hands and placed it in her own.She never struck me as the trusting type.Nor did she strike me as the concerned type but here we were, with two of her minions sleeping happily in our guest bedrooms. You could call it whatever you wanted, but I still felt like it was an invasion

Zayan's Point of View I could hear her humming as I walked up the stairs. A light tune followed by the sloshing of water. Eris had on some music in the background as well. Classical, something I had never thought she would listen to. When I was still me and she was still her, we listened mainly to pop. Sometimes we would branch off into rock or techno but never for too long. Country music was also a fan favorite of hers but the moment something classical came on, I was always forced to change it. No matter how much I enjoyed the lilting music. Or how much it reminded me of my mother. Now here she was, laying in a tub full of water and bubbles, listening to classical music. The water came up to about her breasts, the rest was covered in a large mountain of bubbles. Foam that lapped at her neck and collarbones. Her face was covered in a strange mask of green. In her hand was a long-stemmed wine glass filled with white wine. For a moment I lingered in the door without alerting her t