TRISTAN’S POVOrion’s mood the following days wa one I had not experienced before. He was brooding and barely showed up for meetings. I had to be the responsible one because he totally blocked out everyone that tried to talk to him. I heard this from my other brothers. I didn’t even try.After hearing about the fight between him and Logan, I knew he must have really loved Emilia. I tried to feel sympathetic but it wasn’t working. My heart was long dead and buried. It couldn’t find a single pity to give. Although I loved the fact Orion and Emilia were not together. It was affecting my life.After I could not live the manor without arousing suspicion as the shootout between the two gangs had gotten to the ears of the public. I had to stay indoors most of the times because all I heard in the pack house was how to stop this abomination of a gang. Apparently that was what they called us. If Orion was his usual self, I would have been able to sneak in and out without being noticed but now a
ORION’S POVWhen the gunshots had sounded, I had gone into the safe room with the rest of the pack . It had occurred suddenly. These men have become bold, for the fact they attacked a pack of werewolves meant they could be supernatural creatures too. Armed guards went out to find where the men were at and came back with a humorous story. It wasn’t gunshots, it had been fireworks. I looked around for Tristan and he was nowhere to be found. Eureka! This has to be Tristan’s doing, there was no other person I knew who was mischievous to that level, but why did he do it? What was she playing at? I knew him like the back of my hand and knew that whatever he was doing would affect everyone around him.I went to his room, hoping to see him there but I could not find him. Logan mindlinked me immediately that Father seemed our presence. Tristan’s absence will be noticed and will definitely arouse suspicion.As we assembled before him. The Alpha let out a sigh of defeat. Several opinions arose
EMILIA'S POVLeaving work felt better than it used to be. With all the mess in my life, the last thing I wanted was to attend to clients. I was mentally and physically drained, and I knew that if I attended to one more customer, it was going to be a disaster.After attending to the man I had treated badly a few minutes ago, I apologized time and time again and was pleased when he assured me that everything was going to be fine, that he had forgiven me. Despite the fact that my life was in shambles, I knew that it wasn't an excuse to lose clients. It was up to me to control my personal chaos while attending to the clients with utmost respect. After all, as Paige would say, “customer is king.”I needed my peace, I needed the quiet of my home. Time and time again, the image of Orion and Tristan filtered into my head. The image was a firm imprint on my mind, plaguing me throughout work. It had been hard to concentrate while giving the client a tour. All I wanted was love, all I had wan
ORION'S POVI retrieved the human blood that was always stored in the freezer for all members of the family. They were in cans, well preserved and best served when chilled, according to the instructions on it. It had been my father's idea to make them in bulk, and it was a good idea because it seemed to help when one was tired. At that moment, I was more than tired. I was mentally drained and exhausted.Not only from the problems that had seemed to mess up my relationship with Emilia, but because I knew who was the cause of those problems. All my problems so far could be traced to only one person, and that was my brother, Tristan.There was this unpredictability about him, and I knew even before time that my brother was capable of wrecking havoc. As a kid, he was among the first to start riding horses even though we had been warned as kids not to do so. That explained the crack that sometimes came from his knee when he stood for too long. He had broken his leg after riding Thunderst
TRISTAN POVI was summoned by Logan, my brother through mindlinking. Apparently, a meeting was being held at the palace and my presence was needed. I rejected the summoning instantly, blocking every form of him being able to talk to me. I was in the midst of an operation, and the last thing I wanted was being disturbed. I knew the Alpha, my father wasn't going to take it lightly when he found out that I wasn't at the meeting, but I was willing to risk it. Killing Rufus had made me instantly appoint another wolf to be in charge of activities when I was away at the palace or away on any other duty. His name was Henry, and he was strong and fierce. He was waiting for my instructions, his hands by his side. I always wanted to tell him that he could relax in my presence, but I decided to let him be. If that was the only way he could function, then I wanted to let him be. “Henry? Surround the house. Today, we show the wolf world that the masked dealers aren't to be messed with. We are a
TRISTAN'S POV“Still doesn't explain that of all dealers in the wolf world, you thought you could play me and get away with it. I'm sorry, but you need to be taught the lesson of your life, Marco.”The strike was swift. I had torn off a portion of his skin, leaving his ribs and his lungs exposed. The cry and wail that rented the quiet of the night was music to my ears. I wanted them all to hear it, I wanted them to know. I wasn't to be joked with, I wasn't one to be messed with. I wanted to pass that message across. That I wasn't anybody's regular dealer. We were the masked men, and we were going to destroy and clear any obstacle that opposed us, that tried to be too smart when it came to business.“Please, temper justice with mercy. I promise that this won't repeat itself ever again.”I grinned devilishly, staring at the weak sight that was once Marco Reus, at the crimson pool that was his blood as it stained the sheets, rendering the white useless. His wails were something else,
ORION'S POV Bleeding, I watched the man from the masked dealers gang escape. Although I was a superior wolf, I found out that he was way stronger than most wolves his size and his age. The strike had been swift and accurate, and it infuriated me that he had struck me cleanly when I least expected it. I watched them go, driving away in the two trucks that had brought them, the roar of their engines fading into the night.I knew better than to follow them. They were highly trained and organized criminals . I was following them at my own risk. Fighting them had told me what I needed to know. The whole of New Orleans was in trouble if the disease that was the masked dealers wasn't curbed as soon as possible. They were a plague, and I found out that with the right resources and the right powers, they would be way stronger than imagined. The city would be terrified by their reign of terror,and it was going to take highly trained and skilled soldiers to defeat them. I doubted that the pa
TRISTAN POVThe court was filled up by the time I made my way inside, my legs tired from all the running I had been doing. I found myself wondering if I was getting old. In days back, it was rare for me to get tired after runs like the ones I had just done. But I found out that I was tired, my legs were threatening to give way beneath me, and my chest was burning in protest. I looked around the court, smiling at Logan and ignoring the burning in my chest. The rest of the brothers were all seated in their positions according to the hierarchy. I looked at the empty throne that was my father's, knowing that he always arrived at the court last. Anybody that entered after him was turned back, if not punished. I sat next to Wilfred, one of my brothers who I couldn't place his hierarchical status. From where he sat, I could tell he was next to me, but he wasn't popular amongst the wolves. If not, I would've known him at least. The stares that greeted me from a few of my brothers told me