Romans & histoires One Dark Window Book 2

Dawn broke gray and bitter over the coastal cliffs, the winter light doing nothing to warm the etched words still scarring our bedroom window. I woke to find Devon's side of the bed empty, the sheets cold, and a note on the nightstand in his sharp, aggressive handwriting: Command center. Don't look at the window. —D I looked at the window anyway. The message was still there, gouged into the glass like a wound that refused to close. In the pale morning light, it looked less like a threat and more like a scar—a permanent mark on our sanctuary that no amount of security upgrades could erase.

My eyes rolled back in my head. I was vaguely aware of some screaming… maybe some crying. All I knew was I was at peace. Even if I died, Tatum’s baby will live. Sparks covered my body, but I felt cold. Then, the darkness took over. The same darkness that used to be comforting was now cold and unwanted. I wanted the light. I wanted Piercy. I wanted to live. If not for me, but to kiss Piercy again. To feel his hands on me. “Babygirl, come back. Please… please come back.”

He grabbed the door frame and positioned himself between me and the shattered window. Two wolves. Human form but shifted at the edges. Eyes glowing, muscles tensed, moving with the coordinated precision of hunters who had done this before. They came through the broken window one after the other. Fast. Silent. Professional. The first one saw me and lunged. I met him with the knife. Silver blade caught the light from the street as I drove it into his shoulder. He howled and staggered. I twisted the blade, pulled it free, and kicked him backward into the filing cabinet. It crashed over and he went down hard.

A woman’s voice…low, breathy. Elena froze. Her heart began to hammer painfully against her ribs. “No,” she whispered. “No, no, no…” She moved closer, her pulse roaring in her ears. Each step felt heavier than the last. She could hear sounds from inside - rhythmic thumping, breathless moans, a woman's laughter. Her wolf whined in pain. Elena's hand hovered over the door handle. It was unlocked. Of course it was. Damien was so confident, so sure his pathetic Luna would never confront him.

Nico replied as a massive explosion rocked the floor beneath us and the windows shattered into a thousand pieces of glass. I looked at the Black Ledger sitting on the nightstand and I felt a cold surge of adrenaline because the calm was finally over and the storm had arrived, and I knew that the Widow had made her final move and now it was our turn to show her exactly what happens when you try to cage a Moretti.

I stayed still, struggling to stay quiet as I gasped for air. Mrs. Lisa kept reading for a while, the soft glow of the lamp tracing gentle light across her face. Then, after a few minutes, she set the book aside and reached for the switch. The room fell into darkness, her window turning to a flat, black square against the night. I sat there in the dark for a long time, my eyes fixed on the dark window while guilt slowly crept over me. It pressed down heavy, but it didn’t matter. I already knew I’d find myself back in this chair tomorrow night, watching, waiting and wanting more.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

I would always protect her. I poured myself a glass of whiskey as I sat in the dark staring out the window of my room. There was a full moon tonight, and my wolf was as restless as ever. He wanted to be out there running free in the night, but there was too much on my plate right now. Even though it had been only hours since I had seen her, I needed to be near her again. If she had only just come with me then things would have been better. Now I had other shit to worry about.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: I was trapped under glass and surrounded by freezing cold water. I tried to breathe and only water entered my lungs, my eyes bulging out in panic. It was dark with just a sliver of light and I was frantically moving my hands along the glass feeling for a way out. My lungs burned with the need to breathe and my throat was coated in salt. I couldn’t feel for a way out and started banging my fists on the glass. I banged over, and over, and over again with the same result, nothing. I felt myself getting both cold and warm all over, my joints going numb. My eyes closed. And I felt so sleepy. If I could only just rest for a moment. My eyes flickered and for an instant I thoug