Crystals Perspective -In the brittle silence of realization, a truth gutted my soul—Adrian had manipulated me, wielded me like some inconsequential piece in a treacherous chess game. I was just leverage, a means to reclaim his kin from Yadiel's vengeful grasp. And Yadiel? He, too, had his pawns, bending Adrian's will with the chains of family ties.I peered up at Adrian through a sheen of tears. He reached out tenderly, thumb skating across my skin in a misguided attempt to soothe. But the warmth of his touch was a betrayal, fueling a firestorm of abhorrence within my chest. I slapped his hand away, the sting of skin against skin echoing my brewing tempest of fury. I couldn't bear the weight of his gaze. I couldn't drown in the depths of his eyes, not when they mirrored my wretched disillusionment.Choked by an oppressive air, I surged to my feet, fleeing from that scene of emotional wreckage, away from the man who had cracked my world open. I sought sanc
Stephanies perspective: We demanded almost everyone to leave, except for family and mates. My father seethed with anger as the mates stayed, but my mother calmed him with a single touch on his arm, perhaps using her telepathic abilities. A heavy silence hung in the air, as my mother's action diffused the tension. Disappointment etched on my face, but I had no right to judge. Although it was shocking and deeply upsetting. Finally, my father broke the silence, his voice brimming with fury, "What is Brock doing here, and why is he involved in our family affairs?" I slammed my fist on the table, fury coursing through my veins,
Stephanies Perspective-My mother's lips parted, ready to offer her narrative, but with a tender gesture, my father interrupted. His fingers brushed her arm, an unspoken plea for patience. "Darling, let me go first," he softly implored, locking eyes with hers, "since my choices are the ones that paved this unforeseen path—the path that brought Crystal into our world."I watched as my father's eyes shimmered with a melancholic blend of sorrow and remorse, shadows of a guilt that must have been his silent companion for sixteen long years.My father reclaimed his seat beside my mother, his eyes cast downward, heavy with unshed tears. I watched in somber silence as one slowly escaped, tracing a glistening path down his cheek. My mother's own eyes brimmed
Yadiel’s perspective:Looking out my window, I am greeted by a vibrant scene of autumn splendor. The leaves, in their various shades of red, orange, and yellow, dance gracefully in the gentle breeze. They rustle and sway, creating a mesmerizing display of colors against the backdrop of the clear blue sky. The branches of the trees, once lush with green foliage, now showcase a mosaic of hues, painting a picture of nature's transition.As I peer through the glass pane, the movement of the leaves grabs my attention, drawing my eyes to their delicate and intricate patterns. They flutter and twirl, seemingly floating in midair before they softly land on the ground below. Each leaf, adorned with its unique design, contributes to the tapestry of autumn that unfolds before me.The changing leaves evoke a sense of impermanence, a reminder that nothing remains stagnant, neither in nature nor in life. The sight outside my window reflects the turmoil within my own tho
Adrian’s perspective:Yadiel doesn’t understand that Crystal is my true mate. I won't leave her alone here to take my sister home. I must stay and protect Crystal and find a way to get my sister to safety, far from Yadiel’s reach. I'm not sure how to do that, though. His home is a fortress, with vast grounds under his watchful eyes for a hundred miles. The scars on my sister’s arms are visible, and as I plan to escape with my mate and sister, I’m also mapping out a plan to return and end Yadiel’s hold on weaker wolves. His henchmen will soon draw their last breath.I surveyed the fortress from the shadows, my heart echoing against my ribs in a furious rhythm. They say a werewolf's senses are unparalleled, but fear has a scent all its own, and it was thick in the air tonight. Crystal's hand found mine, her touch both a comfort and a sharp reminder of the stakes. It was reckless, seeking her out under Yadiel's watchful gaze, but the fierce pull of the mate bond didn't care for logic or
(Magana)Yadiel’s mothers perception:Entering the dining room, I stand before a grand oak table that could easily accommodate fifty guests, if we were ever to host such a large gathering. Janice is seated to the right of my son, exactly where she belongs as his mate.I can't bring myself to break their bond, so I lied about the possibility of severing it. I refuse to let him pursue those pure-blood females, having endured enough of their father's pursuit of such women. Everyone believes that Alpha Simmons was responsible for his death - and while that may be partly true, I must confess that I weakened my mate with a potion, ensuring he would be easily defeated. I couldn't bear the pain of his infidelities any longer.My gaze roamed the table, and I could feel the fury brewing deep within me as I locked eyes with her. Another reminder of my dead mates continual affairs with other she wolves, sitting here as a pawn in my son's intricate game. I refused to dwell on her presence for long.
Crystal’s point of view: I jolted awake in my own bed, but something was off – I couldn't remember the past few days. It felt like there was something important that I was supposed to recall, but it evaded my grasp no matter how desperately I tried.I swung my feet over the edge of my bed and sent a mind-link to one of my friends, feeling like I needed to go out. I've been stuck in this room of mine for far too long ever since I was kidnapped. But for the life of me, I can't figure out who kidnapped me. No matter, I've been trained to fight, and I need to have some fun. My parents can't keep me prisoner forever.Crystal's voice, tense and teetering on hysteria, pierced the stillness, joltin
Melania’s Perspective-"Stop it!" I hissed to my best friend Linda, trying to keep my voice low. "You're frightening my sister. She should be celebrating; she's been waiting for her wolf longer than any of her peers. Can't you just dial it back a bit?"I observed Linda attempting to draw deep breaths, well-known for her susceptibility to panic attacks. My gaze shifted toward her mate, silently pleading for them to escort her to a different room. I echoed the request through our mind link—a unique connection the healer and I shared with others, excluding our mates, until the bond was fully formed.I gently nudged my father aside and knelt before my sister's wolf, establishing a mental link wi