Diego: I woke up to Lea running her finger over my arm, her touch was gentle and I could feel her gently massaging it from time to time before I turned to face her. “Good morning,” I said, and she smiled, her eyes gentle as she looked at me. “Morning,” she said, squeezing my arm gently. I smiled and took her palm in mine, gently kissing it. Her eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but find myself being thankful for her presence. Her eyes meeting mine is the one thing that kept me sane. Her understanding and appreciation, her patience, and her kind words no matter how harsh I was. “Do you want me to make you something to eat? You are going to need to shower and freshen up before we start our day,” she said, and I shook my head. At this point, I rarely had anything to eat unless she forced it down my throat. I couldn’t even tell mom that the woman who killed Giovanni was her daughter. I didn’t know how she was going to take the news nor did I know how she was going to accept it to begi

Diego: “Are you sure that you’re ready for this, Diego?” Lea asked, looking at me. I nodded, knowing that no matter what pain I felt, I was going to have to do this for my beta. I owed it to my best friend to get the blood that Katerina had spilled so coldly. “I am not going to run away from this, Lea.” I said, and she took a deep breath. I knew that she didn’t like this, and I knew that she wanted me to at least take a break to mourn properly first, to be able to stand on my feet to face the man, but I knew that the more time I was going to take, the more pain I was going to go through. For my beta, I was going to have to turn my humanity off to be able to stand in front of my enemies and not slaughter them where they stood. “As you wish,” she said, taking my hand in hers. I squeezed it in assurance before we walked into the safe grounds where I knew that the bastard would be hiding. The way that he was confident that no one would find him was amazing but I didn’t care. At this po

Ezra: “Are you sure that you’re okay, Ezra?” Lea asked, and I took a deep breath. I wasn’t okay, but I knew that there was nothing that I could do about it. The woman, my mate, was an enemy. I didn’t understand why I was chosen for this, but I was sure that there was a reason. “Would it make a difference if I said no, Lea?” I asked my sister. She looked down at her feet, avoiding my eyes. The two of us were close to the hotel, but I didn’t have it in myself to go inside the room. And Lea was being kind enough to stay with me, supporting me with what she could. “At least I would know what you are thinking, brother. I don’t know you enough, and you know that very well. I cannot blame you for that, but I am trying to understand you.” She said, and my eyes softened. I took her hands in mine and gently kissed her knuckles. She was a reminder of my mother. When I was a child, mom would speak to me the way that she was right now. “I am tired, and I am angry. But I know that I don’t have

Lea: “Welcome home,” Diego said, smiling at me as the plane landed. I smiled and took his hand in mine, gently squeezing it, knowing that he still needed my assurance as his mate after what he’s been through. I didn’t know how he felt, how he truly felt, after losing Giovanni and coming home without him. The smile on his face told me that he was okay, but I wasn’t blind; I knew him well to know that fire was eating him from the inside as he knew that he wouldn’t see his best friend by his side in his home again. His room was to be a reminder, the pack grounds were too, but I knew that this was a life circle. We lived, we grew, we passed away. Some died children, others as young adults, and only a few got to make it to living a long life. It just depended on how we lived our lives. This was what was going to make the difference, and that was something that I knew my mate understood after losing his beta. “It feels good to be back.” I said, looking out the window as the door opened

Lea:Diego wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest as the two of us walked around the pack grounds. It was a while into the afternoon, and the sun was setting. It being winter, the sun was setting a little earlier than usual. I didn’t mind though, I loved it when winter came. It was one of my favorite seasons. “What are you thinking of, neonata?” Diego asked, catching my attention. I smiled and shook my head in response. I wasn’t thinking of anything, actually, I was embracing the moments of us being together, happy, content, and proud. At least, I knew that something came out right after everything that we’ve been through.“There is a lot going on in my mind, but I am guessing that the main thing right now is me being with you.” I said, and he smiled, shaking his head at my vague answer. In truth, I had nothing in particular that I was thinking about. There was my father, who I still tried to understand until today.How he had worked with the devil himself? How di