Abigail's povThe dimly lit cell provided solace to my equally dark soul. I had lost track of time as I sat in a fetal position for what felt like days. Rotten plates of food and drinks lay in front of my cell, adding to the already offensive odour in here. I was least worried about that. It was just perfect...how I remember it.My toes were numb from being too long on the cold, hard floor. My mouth had a sour taste from not brushing for days. My head hung low in shame and defeat. My whole life has been a lie. Maria isn't real. I let out a bitter laughter.The other cells in the dungeon were empty. Not like it would be ideal to leave any inmate in here with me. Even Cara and Athena would get frightened and run away when I open my mouth to fake a scream. It hurt, but it's probably for the better that they learn to stay away from monsters like me.Apparently, Fernando didn't die. He was currently alive and fully healed from my assault...or attempted murder. Athena claimed to not hold a

Abigail's pov"What the actual fuck?!" Athena's loud voice jerked me and Mark up from our sleep. I was standing in an instant, looking around frantically for the source of the disturbance.Mark lazily rubbed his eyes and grumbled incoherently before his mind finally registered what was going on. His nose flared in annoyance as he regarded his still shocked looking sister."What are you still here for?" He growled at her, making her flinch. I also turned to look at him."What? Oh...I ...uh.." Athena stuttered."Speak sister!" Mark's voice seemed to have shook her off this time."Cara is down in the dungeon with the human intruder." She said in a rushed manner, trying very hard to keep a straight face. She turned her face slightly, using her hair to cover the blush on her cheeks."What?" Mark asked, slowly getting out of bed to put on his pants."So..um. remember how she said something about you smelling nice earlier?" Athena tried to explain."He's her mate." Mark said, finally putting

Abigail's POVI smiled as I heard pitter patters of little feet running around the living room and knocking various objects down. That little pup sure is a handful.I was in the kitchen, making lunch so he could eat and then I'll take him to the shower. He just came back from school but still seemed to have so much energy... just like his father."Keep it down, honey!" I called out to him, eliciting even more laughter. I sighed."Jordan?! Don't let me come out there." I called out again to my very playful son."Peekaboo mommy!" He shouted, running into hiding. Ugh! What will I do with this boy?Quickly rinsing my hands under running water from the faucet. I dried them with a napkin, stopping momentarily to admire the beautiful wedding ring on my finger. Can't wait for my husband to be home. A strange feeling washed over me as I looked at my right hand. It wasn't made of metal. It wasn't bionic. It was real flesh and bones. I shook of the weird feeling, untying my apron. I then hung t

Cara's POVIt's been a whole crazy week since Abigail was admitted in Intensive care. She had been responding very poorly to treatment, going in and out of consciousness. She wasn't healing like she used to and that was expected, considering the fact that she was not stabbed by just any blade. It was the god-damned soul splitter for goodness sake. Bruno was starting to get curious, taking advantage of every little opportunity to ask about the whereabouts of his friend. It hurt me to keep him in the dark but I had to. At least till Abigail gets better.The last thing I need is for my mate to be running around the pack, raising eyebrows and thereby breaching my agreement with Mark. Mark on the other hand, was already going through so much at the moment. The elders have been putting him under so much pressure to release Athena from the dungeon. I told him they'd know about her sooner or later. He's been attending council meeting after meeting, looking his absolute worse. I felt so bad f

Cara's POV"Fire. I need fire." Bruno said as he carefully examined the stab wound on Abigail's unconscious body."What?" I asked him.I was finally able to sneak him into our underground research facility. Not without a little trouble though.He ordered that we stopped every form of treatment Abigail was receiving at the moment. It's of no use, he said. Claire reluctantly agreed to keep it away from Mark, at my request."Like a blow torch?" Claire asked in curiosity, adjusting her spectacles on the bridge of her nose."Yeah. That will do the job." Bruno answered, not taking his attention off Abigail's injury. Claire snapped her fingers at her assistants, making them hurry out of the room to get what was requested for."Her body responds to heat in times like. It will speed up her healing process." He explained, turning to look at me as he spoke.I've watched Abigail take a heat blast from Hazel, she healed pretty quickly from that. I didn't really think much about it then but now I