Unknown POV I still watched them waiting patiently for when to hatch my plan on them but no time seemed perfect enough, they were fighting and making up immediately and it happened too fast for me to do anything.So I focused on chaos- creating chaos.I needed to work with the distraction so I attacked those unsuspecting children, leaving them dead in the woods.I saw what their death did to the Lycans, I watched how overworked they were about it. They searched all areas and looked for all signs but all I did was laugh.I could only laugh, there was no way they were going to find me, no way.I could tell how infuriated their King was and the people had this permanent look of fear in their eyes, they were unsure of so many things and it gladened my heart.Father should see this right now, he ought to and maybe just maybe he would be proud of me.After leaving the palace and gathering as many updates a

  Scar’s POV  We had our headlights and as we got to the middle of the road,we split parts into different search groups.Trying to cover the whole woods that night.We searched high and low in all directions, finding nothing. I was tired after hours of walking, exhausted physically and emotionally.Everyone was.It hadn't stopped since I woke up, and now my mind just continued circling the thought of not being able to find her . We were losing hope. I had lost hope.  And that was worse than anything. That was worse than being dead. At least then I’d been able to believe there was hope but right now… All I want is to wake up. It was probably a bad dream, until I smelt it...Blood. Blood stinking from somewhere around here.Someone needed help.That thought filled me with adrenaline. Adrenaline made me

Arielle's POVI didn't know how to feel in the midst of all of this.It was strange, very strange to see her lying almost lifelessly on that bed, her once glorious skin looking very pale in comparison with the rest of the dark, bloodied sheets. Her once golden hair was now a matted mess, stuck to her temples, and even when I took care of some of it, most of her hair fell out again right away. It was even worse to see Penelope who was trembling as she cried beside her mother, her shoulders shook violently as if she couldn't hold herself together anymore. She looked absolutely terrified. The thought of it alone had me wanting to burst into tears as well. My throat constricted uncontrollably at the sight, my eyes filling up with tears too. How could things have turned out like this? How could she be lying here on that bed, so still, without making a single movement? Was she still alive?What was going on with us? Where was she going when it happened?“Do you think she's going to be alr

Arielle’s POVI didn't know when I dozed off, it was only later that I felt someone tapping me awake and then there was the sensation of moving. My eyes flickered open to see Scar looking back at me with an amused smile on his face. I frowned and stretched before standing up. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, glancing around as if someone could jump out from behind a rock. When no one did I sat back down on the couch crossing my legs.“You should go back to your room, to get some proper rest” It was then I realized that I had spent the night in his mother’s room.My eyes moved to his mother who was lying still, her chest was barely raising.“How is she?” his eyes looked tired , as he sat down beside me but his expression wasn’t as sad or worried as mine probably was. I had never met anyone with so much determination, bravery, and love for others.He didn't even know that.“She hasn't moved, she didn't move” he repeated, staring down at the floor where my hands were intertwined

Scar’s POVI summoned for the elders as soon as possible while Camille came to attend to Mother. There was still no sign of positive improvement from her condition, and she didn’t even wake up. Camille was keeping her in an induced coma until we could find out more. I wanted to be there when they found out, since I had a feeling about this. She needed to wake up before they discovered whatever it is that is happening to her. And I didn't want my mother alone at that time, not after everything she's been through. She needed to tell me, tell us who did this to her.Penelope had not spoken to me and I could tell she was still mad at me for what happened yesterday. We were avoiding each other. After what had happened between me and Penelope I really felt uncomfortable with her being around me. My sister's anger never bothered me like this, it had never. Maybe it was because she was right after all, maybe Mother was truly lying on that bed because of me. Maybe if I had listened to her an