Louis POV The fellas and I were playing a game of basketball when a crippling pain of a binding cord snapped. I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach, and sweat beads formed above my upper lip. Standing up, I noticed Trevor and Levi both hunched over. I sprinted to my gym bag and checked my phone. I saw countless missed calls and 911 texts from Libby and Ashley with their location. Moving like our ass was on fire. Jumping into the car, spraying dirt along the driveway as we head for the city. En route to the city, the highway was blocked off on both sides. Growing impatient. Banging on the dashboard and millions of thoughts going through my mind. Gripping the steering wheels, my knuckles turned white as tan fur sprouted along my arms."Let's just shift and run the rest of the way there," I yelled."There are too many people. We cannot risk being seen. It will alert the humans. They have enough to worry about as it is. How m

Soft sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the hospital room. The sound of beeping machines fills the air. Ashley squinted her eyes, her gaze was unfocused at first. She cries out in pain as her body is covered in bruises, and her face is marked with signs of torture. Sitting in a chair beside the hospital bed, my face traced with fear and remorse. I watch as Ashley stirs and finally wakes up. Leaning forward, I placed my forehead on hers, enjoying the electric sensations I had missed these past few days. Sharing an intimate moment of silent strength, and determination to face the challenges ahead together."Ashley? Can you hear me?" Her eyes focused on me, and a quick smile sat on her face as she managed to nod. Her voice is barely a whisper. Her gaze shifted to the window, and the smile on her face disappeared. Her thoughts drift to the suffering she's endured. "I didn't think I'

Louis POVI woke up out of my sleep to Ashley screaming her brother's name. Her silk nightgown sticking to her body covered in sweat, her claws submerged in our mattress, her eyes black as night, and white fur sprouting along her arms. I bolted to the side of her bed, "Sweetness, focus on my voice. You need to calm down. Tell me what happened in your dream. Let me help you."Her eyes snapped to me. A menacing growl left out her mouth before she pounced on me. Her claws slashed across my ribs as I sidestepped her attack. "She is not awake. I think she is sleepwalking or fighting I should say." Majestic stressed. "Just great. My mate has lost her mind." I was overwhelmed and conflicted. I didn't want to hurt her.Clutching my side, while she shifts stalks towards me. She looks feral. Whatever happened in her dream was bad. I shifted into Majestic, he took the brute of her bites. My blood and fur was all

I sprinted along the dimly lit path of the forest, my heart hammering against my ribcage. The fear of losing her again, tightened its icy grip around my chest as I pushed my legs to move faster, branches whipping my face, and the underbrush clawing at my ankles.Each step felt like an eternity, the uncertainty of the danger ahead gnawing at my determination. Images of Ashley's smile, laughter, and the warmth of her touch flooded my thoughts, intensifying my resolve to shield her from this darkness.Time blurred as I hurtled forward, fueled by a primal need to protect the one I loved. The forest seemed to thicken, fog covered my pathway leading to Black Moon. Yet, I refused to give in to the paralyzing grip of fear. With each breath, I drew strength from the thought of her, my soul crying out this suffocating blackness.Finally, I burst into the small clearing, and my heart sank. Trevor stood at the border with a look of uneasiness and his fa

Javonte POVThe triplets Levi Jr, Lillian, Latrell, and I were in the city shopping for our 18th birthday party. Lillian had a shopping addiction just like my aunty Libby. She made sure all our clothes coordinated with one another. We were primarily there to carry her bags while she shopped. After shopping for hours, we took a break at a nearby cafe to eat when we heard a female voice screaming."Help me, Help me. My house is on fire." This fine mocha chocolate girl ran up to us. Even in her distressed state, she was still beautiful. Taking action, Lillian called 9-1-1 and we followed her to her home. The house was engulfed in flames. The fire was worse than I expected. "My parents are still inside. Please help them." Shaking and screaming hysterically. Lillian held her back from running into that burning inferno.Finding an opening, I rushed in. I covered my mouth and stooped low to the floor; listening for any noise. Wandering around the first, I saw two bodies lying in the bathro