Michael's Point of ViewStanding outside watching as our pack training. A smile appears on my face. The trust and loyalty these people have in us. Thinking, they have every right not to trust us. We left them. Without any warning. They hardly cared for our return. But here they are, training their butts off. Wanting to save our pack. To save their pups and husbands. Turning around, I made my way to the river. From here you could see the castle. Mostly, you could see Austin's room. I turn to face the castle. Looking through Austin's window. Seeing him sitting at his workbench. Not lifting his head for one second. The stress that he must feel right now. Must be overwhelming. The thought that you might lose your entire pack in one blow. Your entire family. Even the thought makes me worry.Turning to face the river. Staring out onto the waters, the soothing sound calms me down. I close my eyes. Dreaming of the days when everything was so much simpler. Easier. Not the worry of keeping a

Crissy’s Point of View Zack ties me up next to his throne. Tying the rope so tight it makes me scream on the inside. My arms burning. Listing to the sirens going off. My heart starts to race. Knowing Austin is here too safe me. I knew you would come for me. You wouldn’t leave me here to die. A smile starts to form on my face. Zack starts laughing. I stare at him in confusion. The thought of him leaning over me popped into my head. Making me shiver from disgust. His rough hands all over me. The though of him just wanting to kiss me, sickened me. How can anyone be so horrible. That girl. How could she tolerate him. How can she even be by his side following orders. “Crissy sweetie. Are you thinking about what we almost did. If it wasn’t for our rude guests, I would have taken you to heaven.” Zack says looking back at me. “Fuck you, Zack. I will never in my entire life even think of sleeping with you.” I spoke turning away. Focusing on the ground. “Oh, honey you wish you could fuck

Austin’s Point of View We make our way down the mountain. Just minutes before reaching the other pack, the clouds rolled in the darkness of the rainy weather. Thunder echoing. A raindrop falls on my nose. At this moment, I have never been so scared of what might happen to my pack. In a few seconds, everything can fall apart. Michael makes his way past me attacking one of the wolves from the violent pack. Yelping sounds from all around me of the wolves getting hurt. One by one, they fall to the ground. I as well tackle one of the wolves to the ground. Unfortunately, in this war, you have to kill or be killed. One of the Violet pack wolves’ attacks one of the pups. I rush over, knock him down off his feet, and go for the throat. I helped the little pup up, making sure he was okay. I hear from a distant Michael screaming. I rush over to him, grab the wolf attacking him, and throw him to the ground, ripping open his throat. “Go find Crissy,” Michael orders me. “Are you guys sure you'r

Austin’s Point of View “I never want to see you again,” Crissy says. As soon as those words left Crissy’s mouth, my heart shattered. Zack grabbed me and threw me to the ground. Zack started laughing. “Guess she does believe my story,” Zack says. I throw Zack off me, and we walk in a circle staring at each other. What on earth did he tell you, Crissy? What was the lie he told you to make you hate me? “What did you tell her?” I ask. “Nothing special. Just that you killed Arora.” He says while pouncing at me. I dodge his attack. “What? I didn’t kill her. You did!” I respond. “You and your family made me do it. Then made me leave the pack.” Zack grabs me, throwing me to the ground. “You left on your own! We didn’t force you.” I break free of his grip. “You took her life to prove your loyalty to my family. You are the one who wanted to join our pack because your parents disowned you.” “Well, my parents are dead now. When I tried to make amends. We had a wonderful breakfast. Righ

Crissy’s Point of View While on our way to Brentwood, we sit in the car while Austin drives. At this moment, I felt uncomfortable and uneasy. The words that Zack told me about how Austin. Austin killing his mate still haunts me. I stare out the window, not wanting to cause a scene, especially not in front of my brother. Maybe I should ask Michael or Alexander. They could perhaps shine some light on things. Can I really trust Austin, or will he also kill me when he gets tired? “Crissy.” Austin breaks the silence “Yeah,” I respond “I haven’t asked yet. Are you sure you're okay? You seem a bit off. Is it the pain?” he asked. “Yeah, no. I'm fine, just a bit in pain from the kicking and so on.” I give a fake smile, then stare out of the window “There are some pain meds in the center console.” “I'm good, thanks. I think I'll manage.” I let out a nervous giggle “Looks like Thomas is tired. He has been sleeping the whole trip.” “Yeah.” I look at Thomas in the back seat “Are you sure