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Kane POVI am so happy Elara said that because I wanted to. But Mason expects criticism from me, but he might listen when it comes from Elara.Axel and I are really doing our absolute best to accommodate and accept Mason. He is our half-brother, and we owe it to him. But dammit, he makes it impossible to completely trust and like him. He fights us on everything, and Elara might be blind to it, but if we give him an inch, he will move in on Elara. And that is the main reason why I cannot and will not trust him.“Sorry to interrupt,” Mother enters the room. “But we need supplies. The fridge is practically empty, and Stella needs bigger diapers.”“Bigger diapers?” Elara frowns. “But she’s younger than the twins. How’s that possible?"“Her growth is unprecedented,” Mother replies. “But I guess that’s to be expected from a hybrid. We should ask your mother, Elara. She can tell us if the same happened with you and Selena.”“Are you saying my kids are underdeveloped?” Mason growls, his eyes

Axel POVKane and I are sitting with the children on the floor, watching them play with big, wooden blocks. They mostly pick it up, stick it in their mouths, drool over it and drop it again.“Look at that,” Kane whispers urgently, pointing towards Stella. “She’s stacking the blocks.”“Well, I’ll be damned,” I mutter, looking at her in awe. “Isn’t it a little early for her to be doing that?”“How the hell should I know?” Kane shrugs. “But she’s doing it, and the twins aren’t.”“Do you think she’s going to be an architect or a builder?” I chuckle.“Let’s just hope it means she’ll be good in math,” Kane laughs.“Then she must take after Elara, because you suck at math,” I tease, and playfully shove him against the shoulder.The front door opens, and Mason and Elara enter the room. Mason is carrying a heap of bags, and a thunder cloud is looming over his head.“Did something happen?” I mind link Elara.“Not really,” she replies. “We had a disagreement on where we stand as a couple, and no

Elara POVStunned, I watch Mason walk away. This conversation was weird. He went from no way to fine in two seconds. I can never tell how he will react.“Are you okay?” Axel asks behind me, and I swing around in fright.“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles, holding his hands up defensively.“Are you spying on me?” I narrow my eyes, looking at him suspiciously. “Don’t you trust me alone with Mason?”“Relax, Elara,” he scoffs, pointing towards a heap of logs. “I’m here to get wood. Mom insists that she wants a fire.”“Oh,” I reply, deflated.“But,” he continues, strolling closer to me. “I did hear everything.”“Okay,” I nod slowly, while rerunning our conversation. “So, you know he’s going to help us.”“I’m more interested in the part about running away with him,” he replies, placing his hands on my shoulders.“Do you think I would …”“No, Elara,” he softly interrupts me with a smile. “Even if you do go with him, I still trust you.”“I … I don’t understand,” I frown, confused.“Whe

Elara POVQuinn and I are sitting on the swing chair, each with a fruity cocktail in hand, under the tree.“It still feels surreal,” she smiles sadly, looking at me. “Having you here. When you disappeared … I was worried.”“I’m sorry, Quinn,” I take her. “I should’ve told you, but things happened so fast, and I didn’t think. I have no excuse.”“It’s okay,” she replies. “You’re safe, and that’s all that matters now. And you’re back, which is good, especially now that the treaty has been broken. Stillwood will be the safest place.”“The treaty has been broken?” I gasp, playing dumb. I need all the information I can get.“Oh, dear,” her eyes widen. “You don’t know? Of course, you don’t. You were safely tucked in a love bubble.”“First of all, there was no love bubble,” I set her straight.“Why?” She grins wickedly. “Is Mason lacking in the uh… underwear department?”“Quinn!” I playfully slap her shoulder. “It’s not like that. Besides, if he is, I wouldn’t know. We never got that far.”“R

Elara POVI open my eyes to a long white tunnel of pain. I am in my bed, the curtains are drawn, and the door is closed. I have no idea if it is day or night, and I am not about to investigate. It is too painful. Even the slightest movement of my head results in skull-crushing pain.I lay still, searching my brain for answers. I remember Quinn’s party, the news about the treaty and Mindy. But between falling out of the truck and waking up in my bed, there is a big hole of nothing.Oh, dear Goddess, I groan inwardly. Why are my memories a blur, and what the hell have I done?My door opens slowly, and Gabriela enters.“How are you feeling?” She asks softly.“Like death warmed up,” I grunt, grabbing my head and sitting up. “Is it normal to feel like this after a night out?”“Only when you drank like twice your body weight,” she smiles sympathetically.“Take this,” she hands me two painkillers and a glass of water. “It will kill that nasty headache in no time. And then you should have bre