This is bad. This is bad. This is beyond bad.How much did Harry hear? I mean, he couldn't have heard that munch, right? And we didn't even say anything awfully descriptive. That's good. I'd be able to change the context of everything if he asked. "What are you doing here? I mean, next to us, here here." I internally face-palmed myself for sounding so guilty and suspicious.Harry eyes me warily for a few seconds, then heaves a sigh. "I wanted to ask you to dance with me." He clears his throat, and my face scrunches up in confusion as I veer back."What?" My tone is sharp and precise."You heard what I said." His voice drips arrogance and impatience, causing me to frown and fold my arms."Well, I don't want to dance with you." I huff, and his nose flares up."Why not?" He growls, and I'm tempted to growl right back at him.Who does he think he is? Coming over here to command me to dance with him. Harry is highly delusional; I can see that now."I don't dance with asshole alphas." I ja

"They know." Sandra rasps, and I scrunch my eyebrows."Who are they? And what do they know?" I inquire impatiently, and she starts to shake her head. "Come in." I tell her, widening the open door so that she can enter my room.When she does, I lock my door and turn to her. She stands in the center of my room with a helpless look on her face."I don't know how, but they found out that someone breached the borders." She rants in a panicked tone, and my being freezes.Oh my gosh. Oliver."Wait a second, Sandra. What are you trying to say? They saw him leave. Please, just explain to me." I know I sound hysterical, but I can't help myself."I'm not sure. The Alpha was about to make an announcement when someone interrupted him. After you left, that is, one of the guards came in to tell him that their security had been breached.""The pack is under lockdown now. Every person's room is searched. The Alpha wants to know who is harboring a trespasser. Also, he sent wolves beyond the pack to sea

Things in the pack have been quiet. Awfully quiet. Like the eye to the storm. That gentle peace before a tsunami wraps around everything.I'm the tsunami.But these people don't know it. Especially this one.As I continue to feed Harry's father, he stares at me in adoration. Like I'm doing the nicest thing known to man.Once I help him finish his plate, I adjust his position on the bed. He coughs a bit after taking a few gulps of water from the glass I hand him.As soon as he is done, he looks like he is in the mood for a chat, so I stay back instead of leaving right away."Thank you so much." The man appreciates me as he runs out of breath."It's fine." I tell him in a genuine tone because it actually is.I like helping him, even though his only child is the bane of my existence. The man shakes his head, like he wants to say more, and I let him."A lot of people won't do what you're doing for me. Coming here, helping me, feeding me Honestly, you're the one person in this pack, safe f

I started to giggle maniacally. It takes me a few minutes to get myself under control. Once I do, I stand back on my feet. I walk over to the small desk by Harry's table and serve myself a glass of water.After taking two gulps, I decide I'm satisfied. I walk over to Harry's window to scope out what is happening outside.It's easy to tell which men are Harry's and which are Oliver's. The former are the ones losing. That's mainly because they've not been training strategically for battle. They've been trained for brutality.And that isn't going to help them in this fight.I use my eyes to search for Oliver, but I can't find him anywhere. He won't be able to get to me, so I have to find a way to get to him.I turn to look at the door, but it's locked. And it's made of the best mahogany wood; I know I'm not getting out of here through it.I turn my attention back to the window. It's made of thick glass. I jam my hands against it, but it doesn't budge; it only brings an excruciating amoun

There's something stilling about time as Oliver and I watch Harry as his wolf sheds its fur and he starts to turn human again.There's no breaking of bones in the procedure of him changing back to human again. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen. Like his wolf is being caged outside of his body.Once it's done, on the ground lies a naked and helpless Harry, who seems to be unconscious as his back bleeds from the spot where I shot him.A pang of guilt strikes my heart, and one part of me gets all sympathetic. The other side of me stands strong and convinces the sympathetic side of me that it has to be done.Yes, it had to be done. There was no other way. J tried, but he didn't listen. I did a good thing.As I encourage myself in my mind, Oliver drapes his arm around me and pulls me closer to his chest to snuggle in with him. I don't fight it.I let myself go into his embrace. But not fully; I'm still holding the cold metal weapon in my hands that's weighing me down.Oliver doesn't