Mia’s Point of View At the dinner table. Kylo, Maya, Aspen, and Mia were sitting at the dinner table. Enjoying their dinner. But Mia’s mind wasn’t on food. She rolled the food around on her plate. While the others stuffed their faces with the delicious food that was made for them by their chefs. “Mia, what’s wrong? You haven’t touched your food.” Maya asked in a soft tone. “Maybe some pre-wedding jitters. Have you guys decided on a date yet?” Kylo jumped into the conversation. “Well, I was thinking maybe this Saturday.” Aspen said looking at me, waiting for my response. “Wait. This Saturday? As in three days from now?” I asked slowly, putting my fork down. “Um, yes. Why wait? We chose each other as mates so why plan years.” He said with hesitation in his tone. “Sorry, I just have other things on my mind. I just wonder if the war with the Lothians is over.” I said, shaking my head. “What do you mean sweety?” Maya’s voice sounded concerned. “Just what she said to me. That all o

Mia’s Point of View Sneaking out of Aspen’s room. Mia made her way down the hall toward her room. Staring back, she bumped into Sage. Frozen, she stared at him with wide eyes. “Miss Mia.” He gives me a nod. “Sage. What are you doing here?” I asked not making eye contact. “I’m doing my route through the castle. Making sure no intruders are found. And you miss Mia?” He asked with a grin on his face. “Stop your smirking and get back to work.” I said storming past him towards my room. “Goodnight… miss Mia.” He let out a soft chuckle. Like he knows exactly what Aspen and I just did. Making her way into her room. She removes her nightgown. Letting it drop to the floor. Naked she made her way to her dresser. Grabbing some pajamas. Tying her hair into a bun. Before making her way to her window. Staring at the stars, her mind shifted back to Zion. She tried to puzzle everything together wondering why she would want her. What her plan was with her. Not understanding what was so importan

Ethan’s Point of View The sun slowly rises. Shining through Ethan’s bedroom window. The sound of water running was echoing through his room. The bathroom door was wide open, with Ethan standing in the shower washing his hair. He started to hum a random melody. Then the room was silent. Ethan had turned off the shower. Climbing out he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Shaking his hair dry like a dog. His bangs were long, hanging in his eyes. Working his fingers through his hair, placing it into a style that he doesn’t usually wear. Leaving the bathroom, he makes his way toward his dresser. Grabbing his clothes. A pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Making his way back to the bathroom and picking up his hair gel. Taking a little drop of gel before working it through his hair. Styling his hair into a side style. Elegant and stylish. Staring himself in the mirror making sure his hair is perfectly styled to his liking. He took a big breath before brushing his teeth.

Ethan’s Point of View Everyone was ready to go. The drivers of the carriage ordered the horses to start moving. They felt the movement of the carriage. There was a moment of silence in the one that Ethan and Raven were driving in. Ethan stared out of the window. Not saying a word. Raven stared at him after a while he started to feel uncomfortable. His eyes turned to her. “Is everything alright Raven?” I asked with one eyebrow raised. “How did he die?” She asked, leaning back in her seat. “Who?” I asked, trying to act like I didn’t know who she was talking about. “My father. He might have been a horrible person. But he was still my father. A funeral was never held for him, and my mother is locked up. So how did he die?” She asked her voice even. “Maybe this is a discussion for another day.” Trying to ignore the question. “You better tell me, or I am stopping this carriage and we aren’t going anywhere.” She demanded. Rolling my eyes. I agreed to answer. “Do you really want to k

Mia’s Point of View Laying on the floor of her bedroom floor there was a knock on her door. She didn’t answer. But the knocks got louder and louder. “Mia! Please open the door. I know it is against tradition to see the bride before the wedding, but I have already seen you. There was a missed call from you, and I tried calling back but you didn’t answer. I need to know that you are okay.” Aspen’s voice was gentle but harsh. “Go away!” I spoke, my voice quivering. “Mia Catharine, you will open this door now. Or I will break it down. Your choice.” He said with anger. “Oh, my fucking gosh! Fine.” I started to get irritated. Moving away from the door. Unlocking it, Aspen came marching in. Scanning the room, he saw me sitting on the ground. My eyes were puffy from all the crying. “Mia.” He said while kneeling. “Why didn’t you call me again? Is everything alright?” He asked with a concerned look on his face. “No! Does it look like everything is okay? It clearly fucking isn’t. Everythi