[Gia’s POV]“Are you expecting anyone,” Jace asked me while walking towards the door. “No, I am not,” I said while staring at the door.It was as if a strange energy was on the other side of it, pulling me to it. I followed Jace to the door and stood by his side while he opened it.“Hi, my name is Adam Bentlee, and I have a gift for the newlywed mates,” I heard the strange man before me say.He looks like he is in his eighties and was leaning on a cane, with a gift box tucked under his other arm. Time seemed to pause momentarily as he stared into Jace’s eyes.Jace said nothing but just stepped to the side. “Thank you, Mr. Bentlee,” I said as I stepped closer to him, his eyes are mesmerizing. One eye is white and the other is a deep almost inhuman green. “It is my pleasure, my Queen,” he said.Then he opened the box, and inside was a beautiful plant with a large flower bud. “That is gorgeous, I have never seen a plant like it before,” I said as I looked closer in the box at it.“It is

[Max’s POV]“Mate…Mate,” my wolf Dom yelped in a warning tone. I mind-linked my Beta, Jason, Sam, and Damen, that Dom thinks something is wrong with Gia.“I am running to the greenhouse now, Alpha. Jackson has Dante safe,” Jason says through the link. Sam, Damen, and I ran out of the conference room and down towards the greenhouse with lightning speed.My wolf and I are both on edge, right now. “We should not have left mate alone,” Dom whines. “I know buddy,” I say to him in my mind.When we get to her greenhouse, we find Jace on the ground in a pool of blood. “He was attacked, there are claw marks just below his heart and stretching down his abdomen,” Jason says while examining her bodyguard Jace.I search and sniff the entirety of the greenhouse and garden, but Gia is nowhere in sight. Her lingering scent is strongest in the greenhouse, and I see her garden shears on the ground.“Lock everything down immediately! Our Luna is missing, and I want everyone searching for her now,” I com

[Kali’s POV]After spending most of the day making sure the new recruits were being trained properly, I ordered my lieutenants and majors to meet my general Thanatos and me in the war room. Walking in they stand and greet me before we take our seats to initiate the strikes, we have been planning over the past several weeks. “Thanatos, what are the reports of where we are at with our numbers,” I questioned. “We are now at thirty-thousand strong, with the majority being the human scum we gathered from the surrounding prisons. Of that number four thousand are comprised of the rogue wolves, and the vampires, witches, demons, and fae who defected from their lands,” Thanatos replied. “That should be more than enough to take over and hold the cities, along with killing anyone who gets in our way. Let’s go over the strategies one more time, and then I will order the strike tonight. But, before we do, has there been word from Adam about my prize.” A wicked grin appeared on Thanatos's face as h

[Gia’s POV]From light to darkness, I fell, down a tunnel of blackness. The bottom approached and my body slammed against a floor made of some kind of liquid. Lying there I brought my knees to my chest and dared not to move while contemplating how this happened, where I am, if my son and mates are safe, and if the nightmare I had previously was coming to fruition. Darkness does not typically cause fear in me. I have spent so many years forced into facing my fears and oftentimes those fears haunted me more at night in my room or sleep. This was a different type of darkness though, not a speck of light could be found anywhere, the floor was covered in a liquid that I cannot see, and the only sound is my breathing and heartbeat. No fan running, no air conditioner or heater turning on to lull me to sleep, just nothingness. I fought to keep myself from moving, in fear that the darkness was going to consume me. As time passed, I worked to slow down my breathing to calm myself while continui

[Gia’s POV]On the ride to my destination, I took in the sights but kept my head as still and straight as I could to avoid any potential backlash. The wind swept my veil and cloth taunt against my skin, penetrating slightly through the tiny pores of the sheer fabric.The warmth of the sun kept the wind from forming goosebumps on my skin. Large pots lined the stone roads, each with different color combinations of roses, carnations, chrysanthemums, lilies, irises, hyacinths, peonies, and violets.The fragrances of those with strong scents tickled my senses in a blissful way. The architecture of the buildings and homes appeared to be of ancient Greek origin, but the roads were not dirt as used in Greece during the Bronze Age.The clothing very much screamed Bronzed Aged Greece, but the nuns’ attire is still throwing me off. Just as I thought I could not be more confused about the era, culture, or place, a giant white stone building lay before me.Oddly, it looked like a modern office bu