Enzo’s POVMy parents lived in a small cabin on the coast. It took me half a day’s hard run to reach it, and I finally shook the water from my fur as the solar lights dotting their front porch came on. Dancing from paw to paw, I stared at the two steps I had to walk up to reach their front door. They were rickety, but in the worn sort of way that looked well lived in rather than abandoned and spooky. Fairy lights glittered against the rolling grey storm, trembling in the wind beneath a slanted half-log roof shaken by the wind. Wind chimes howled and clattered, smashing into the upright logs that formed the outer ring of the porch. A steady drip fell onto the shaggy welcome mat. Warm orange light filled the steamed-up windows, spilling out into the navy darkness and catching the uppermost edge of the rolling grey fog. Even from here I could smell the embers of the fire in the hearth and the deep, rich aroma of their nightly glass of red wine. Chilled in the spring and summer, mulled
Scarlett’s POV My breathing stopped. No. No, I didn’t want to hear it. It was a truth that had lurked in the back of my mind, watching me from the corner of my eye; one I’d never dared poke for fear of what would happen to me if I did. Of course Alpha Ryker had killed my parents. Of course he had. Almost two years’ worth of memories flashed before my eyes: the vague description of their death, which I’d accepted all too easily; the way Enzo had eyed me strangely when I’d recounted it to him; the fact that they’d disappeared and Ryker had been the one to tell me that they’d died… I’d known all along, really; I just hadn’t let myself think about it for long enough to accept it. Ryker himself had basically told me in Shady Grove, when he’d said he couldn’t take my family from me again. I’d shoved it aside, ignored it, done everything I could to pretend it wasn’t true to save myself the agony of accepting the truth. Even the notes my parents had written one another, tucked into the old
Enzo’s POVSilence filled the room. It was palpable, the kind so thick that a knife would struggle to cut it. The weight of my words hung heavy in the air, the accusation stinging even me.Mum’s lip quivered. Seeing that was a lance straight through my heart. “You – you think we poisoned her?” she asked, her voice trembling.Dad wouldn’t meet my eyes, and his question was just as evasive. “Scarlett has been poisoned?”His coldness was easier to bear than my mum’s heartbreak. “Both of us were,” I said levelly, fixing my gaze on the fire. “At the initiation bonfire.” I slid my gaze to my dad, whose brow had furrowed. “That you didn’t attend.”“Oh, Geno, I knew we should’ve told him!”“Told me what?” I glanced between them, chewing on the inside of my cheek.“We didn’t want to worry you, son.” Dad’s smile lines pulled taut as he frowned. “Well, now I am. What the Hell is going on?”“No, no, you must tell us what happened to you first!” Mum cried, clutching a cushion to her chest and squ
Scarlett’s POVAlpha Ryker never knocked. The pack house belonged to him, as did every soul living under its roof. Me more than most.His piggy blue eyes narrowed as he took in my prone form, the duvet pushed back from my body to let my too-hot leg, still stuck in its cast, stick out into the cool spring air. The windows were thrown wide, and the early time of his visit meant that the sun was yet to spill over the horizon.“Well?” he barked, crossing his arms over his chest. “I kept my word. Now it’s time for you to make good on your side of the deal, Omega.” He ground his teeth together. “Scarlett.”“Old habits die hard,” I said, stalling. I couldn’t give him what he wanted and I had no way out. I could lie to him. Tell him I’d made him immortal and then say, hey, I know how I can prove it – let me try to kill you. I swear it won’t work. But, even if he went along with it, I knew I’d never be able to do it. No matter how much he’d hurt me – no matter what he’d done to my parents – I
Enzo’s POVMy jaw dropped. “Hang on just a minute. They attacked you?”Dad waved a blasé hand. “Well, we’re fine, aren’t we?”Mum nodded along with him. “Exactly. There’s no need to blow this out of proportion, sweetheart.”I threw my own hands into the air. “Why didn’t you say anything?” They shared a long look that spoke volumes. My reaction was why. Schooling my features into what was hopefully a look of cool nonchalance, I waited patiently – as patiently as I could, anyway – for them to go on with their story. But neither of them did. “Well?” I pressed eventually, my expression sliding into one of sheer disbelief. “That’s it?”“They left us knocked out in the woods. We woke to a note that said this was a warning, and they wouldn’t be so gentle next time.” Mum shrugged. “All’s well that ends well.”“No, wait.” My brow furrowed. A muscle ticked in my jaw. “A group of rogues managed to overpower you? What happened to not needing backup?”“We let them do it.” Dad sighed over-emphatica
Scarlett’s POVEvery thump of my crutch against the floor made my heart race. Even though it was well past midnight there would still be Omegas awake and rushing around, preparing place settings and breakfast and clean towels for the following morning, as well as the odd Warrior Wolf drinking late into the night. It was better than the day, but there truly was no perfect time to sneak out of the pack house in an attempt to find my freedom.Freedom. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry at the thought. I felt as though I’d never known it, even being told as a child that I couldn’t study art or literature or history, or anything interesting at all, because I was a werewolf, and I had a pack to serve. Being a creature of loyalty and friendship sounded great – until the idea met the reality and both came crashing down.Tension bracketed my spine as I slunk around corner after corner, my breath hitching every time I heard a noise. Shadows morphed into people, their hands elongating int
Enzo’s POVThe rope burned. I struggled against it, surprised by its strength. I was an Alpha wolf, the toughest in all of the four Wolven Realms – and yet a short length of rope was apparently going to be my undoing. Yeah, no.But the more I fought it the more it hurt. My skin seared, hissing where the rope touched it. Yowling and writhing, I fought to untangle myself from the loop I was caught in. Two wolves stepped out of the shadowed trees, their mouths stretched in what were undeniably vicious, canine grins.‘Dad?’ I mindlinked to him, worry gnawing at me. Ex-Alpha or not, he was still my sweet, silly dad. ‘Are you okay?’‘They’ve got me trapped, son,’ came his strained reply. ‘But I’m quite all right. They aren’t doing anything to me; they’re just watching.’And waiting, I thought ominously. Rather than share that dark thought, I searched for Mum’s mental imprint and mindlinked her, working to keep the pain out of my internal voice. ‘Please tell me you’re still okay?’‘I’m fine,
Scarlett’s POVThe monolith rose into the star-speckled sky. Even at dusk it gleamed red, sunlight playing across its steep planes and painting it in blurred hues of gold and pink and navy. I sagged at the sight of it, my back sore, my feet aching, my heart hollow. My cast was wearing through on the bottom, as was my now-bowed crutch. I didn’t know how long I’d been walking for, but it didn’t matter. Not now. I’d made it.I fell to my knees, burying my fingers in the red sand. Scraggy, dry grass scratched my palms. Bolts of agony shot up my leg. I took the good with the bad; it was all beautiful to me, because it was all my choice. My lips were chapped and my throat was so dry I doubted I’d be able to talk if I tried, and yet knowing that I’d done something on my own – knowing that I’d saved myself – made my splintered lips break into a ragged grin. Strands of wavy auburn hair tumbled into the sand. I stared at it, barely able to recognise it as my own. The scars on my hands did not