Todos los capítulos de Forsaken: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Iris's P.O.V.​I part my eyes at the sound of Sassy's soft whines, her small paws scratching at the door aggressively to be let out.​I shift my head to look at her, any annoyance being wiped out by the immediate guilt that forms when I spot her leash still attached to her collar from the previous night.​The previous night…​I hadn't had a day that bad in a long time. Hadn't felt that useless for such a long time, that I'd somehow convinced myself I wasn't still broken.​"Sorry, girl," I say tiredly, wincing slightly at the way my voice rasped with the pressure against my vocal cords.​I rub at my eyes tiredly, forcing myself to sit up despite the blinding pain which shoots up from my ankle at the action, attaching itself to every inch of my body. My muscles ache from all corners, eliciting a groan of discomfort, the slight pang of a headache reminding me of the way I'd fallen asleep.​Crying and in pain.​I thought I'd gotten past that, but last night reminded me without mercy that

​Lucian’s POV “So, how long have you been living here?" I ask Iris after I get a few bites of breakfast in, and so does she. ​"A couple of weeks, not that long," she replies, keeping her answer vague. She leans against the table by her wrists as she chews slowly. "You?" ​"Today's my third day," I reply, looking away when thoughts of my parents suddenly swarmed my mind. ​"So we're both kinda new," she offers, her voice growing quieter with each word. "The only two on this floor, too." ​A blessing and a curse. ​"Yeah," I say instead with a nod, grabbing the syrup to drench my pancakes a bit more. "Is that something that bothers you?" ​"What? No," she says quickly before snorting a little. "I don't really like people. One person is more than enough." ​Doesn't like people? Yeah, she's definitely my mate. ​"You took the words right out of my mouth," I reply with a small grin that only widens when she shoots me one back. ​A bit of the new tension that'd plastered itself on top of t

Cara’s P.O.V.I watch mindlessly as the spaghetti loses its tension, twisting and curving into its preferred state. The sound of the heated water bubbling in the pan is the only sound to be found throughout the entire house.Soundless. The entire house was completely soundless.My ears twitch desperately to pick up on something–anything–other than the straining, heavy thumps of seven hearts. I close my eyes and listen, praying to hear a laugh, but the silence just rings on.I drag my attention back to the food, draining the spaghetti and dousing it with some olive oil. My heart squeezes, knowing this was usually Milo’s favorite part.But I was the only one cooking today. I rest the bowl on the side beside the mincemeat and cover them. Usually, it’d be time to call everyone to eat, but we hadn’t eaten a single meal together as a family since the day Lucian left.I close my eyes, pressing my palms flat against the countertop, letting my arms hold me up as a profound sadness blares its w

Lucian's POVI follow her scent all the way to the front doors of a shop called Blue’s. I frown up at the music store, curious as to what Iris could possibly be doing in there for her scent to be so strong. I can tell it’s a place she visits frequently.I push the door open and wince at the bell that rings directly above my head to announce my entrance, the chiming echoing through my skull to pummel my senses.The bell. It was one of the human contraptions that I hated the most. Werewolf history taught us that they’d been created a long time ago during the war, back when wolves got too good at camouflaging among the humans.The bell was an easy way of distinguishing a wolf from a human. A wolf wouldn’t be able to hide a wince or the subtle twitch of their ears from the amplified ringing, while a human would walk in without so much as blinking. But when the war ceased and the history pages of the humans were bleached of mostly everything they had on werewolves, the bell just became a wa

​Iris POVI unlock my front door and take a breath before pushing it open, stepping inside and leaving it open for Lucian to follow. I set my keys down and toss my bag by the door, turning to try and gauge his reaction to my space. It is the exact mirror of his apartment, same layout, same furniture, and an identical lack of personal artifacts. The only things making this place mine are Sassy's belongings and the products in my bathroom.​"Feels weird being in the exact opposite of my place," he comments, his head shifting as he scans the room.​"What kind of pizza do you want? I'll order," I say, slipping my phone from my pocket. I unlock it, waiting for a response from him that doesn't come. I glance up to find Lucian frozen in the same spot, those blue swirls focused intently on me. "Lucian?"​"Did you want to order because of your eyes?" he forces out, his small grocery bag dangling from his right hand. "Is it hard to cook?"​"Well, yes and no," I answer, the phone sitting idle in