Breyona’s P.o.v
Against my better judgement, I had given Giovanni the address to my Aunt’s house. I knew what I should’ve done instead, beating myself down for being too weak.
I had finally given in the night Lola moved into the packhouse. I had taken Mason home and went home myself. Tonight, was another night I was still in my bed. Sleep refused to claim me, instead placing images of Giovanni in my mind.My soul had found its other half and being away from him was nearing painful.
Alpha Asher’s P.o.vI reluctantly let Lola leave the house, hoping she would somehow manage to stay out of trouble.
Lola’s P.o.vAlpha Bran had quickly learned not to underestimate me. He hadn’t expected my speed, having to push himself to land the easiest of blows.
While everyone seemed elated over my victory, my stomach continued twisting in knots. Clearly something had happened during the fight, something that chilled me to the bone. I hadn’t won on my own, something had helped me. If I tried to picture the source, I could see smoky tendrils of darkness pulsing at the edge of the forest. They blended in with the shadows, nearly invisible to the nak*d eye. If I focused hard enough, I swore I could see them moving.
I was pulled from the packhouse, floating just outside the second-floor window. I could still see Alpha Asher and I in bed, his arm wrapped lazily around my waist.Looking down at my own hands, I noticed the shimmery and almost dream-like quality they had taken on. My skin was nearly translucent, showing the ground beneath me. I held my arms out in the air, trying to move myself to
I had woken in bed alone, the spot where Alpha Asher had been was still warm. His scent swirled around me, settling my frantic heart.A note sat on his pillow, one different to the many I had received. While my heart still thundered at the sight of the note, it was for a different reason.
I promised Luna Freya I would speak to Alpha Asher about Brittany before the day ended. It was just another thing on my already full plate. I couldn’t ignore the look of concern in Luna Freya’s eyes, nor the fear she felt for her own daughter. I fully believed Luna Freya had faith in her daughter, but I remained rightfully suspicious. The last time I had met Brittany, she knew about the Vampire’s they worked with. While she could have found out later on, my suspicion remained intact.
While I wanted to visit my Grandma and Dad, I had spent the rest of the afternoon with Breyona and Mason. I returned to the packhouse around seven, immediately heading to the kitchen for something to eat. Werewolf appetites were troublesome at times, requiring a large amount of food to keep us sustained.Alpha Zeke stood in the kitchen, a bowl of chicken and rice in his hands. His