[Fineon’s POV] My mind races as the sound of moans and groans becomes damn near deafening. In front of me, I can feel Fallon’s body beginning to shake from the effort it is taking to keep the door between us and our current enemy closed. She wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer, we needed to do something quick. "I’m going to create a distraction." At my words, I hear a gasp escape Fallon as her eyes, which are full of disbelief, come to rest on me. "Say that again." "I said," I begin, bracing myself for whatever reaction will escape her. "I’m going to create a distraction so that you and Ramone can get the hell out of here. No matter what happens, both of you need to keep moving and not look back." "You’re full of shit!" Fallon growls, clearly not okay with what I am saying. "Do you really think we would allow you to do something so stupid?" "I have to agree with her," Ramone adds, joining our conversation. "I understand wanting to play the gallant hero to show off in
[Fallon’s POV]I turn my gaze towards my packmates as they hobble towards us. Just seeing them like this sends waves of pain through me. For now, I knew that there was nothing I could do to help them, and that killed me."You heard the man," Uncle Ramone announces, grabbing my wrist. "We need to get going."Giving my pack mates one last glance, I begin to move along with the rest of my group until we make it to the side of the ship.Below, waves crash against the boat. I’m not sure if it’s from the recent eruption or something more, but it didn’t matter. Rough surf or not, we had to jump."Ready?" Uncle Ramone asks, eyeing me."Yeah."Giving a slight smile, I begin to climb up onto the banister and then suck in a breath. Not giving myself enough time to think about it, I dive forward and then fall to the water below.When I hit, I feel the wind threatening to escape me, but I continue to hold on as I’m submerged and tossed around.For a moment, everything is confusing as I try to det
[Hindrick’s POV]"Hindrick!"Cursing, I slowly turn and watch as Fallon makes her way toward me. It seemed that she hadn’t taken my initial reaction seriously and was still chasing after me. What was wrong with this girl? Was she a glutton for punishment? She had been chasing after the same man since childhood, even though he never blinked an eye at her, and now she was following me."Please, just wait a minute."Frowning, I watch as she closes the distance between us. Despite my earlier actions, she still looked at me with the same eyes, and I found myself wanting to cave on my resolve."I…" she begins once she is standing only a step above me. "I promise that I won’t continue to be a bother, but I just couldn’t help but notice…""Notice what?" I demand, crossing my arms. "What the hell did you notice? That I wasn’t interested in seeing you? Are you dumb or something?"I knew my words were harsh, but this was the only way I could think of to keep her away from me. I was now tainted,
[Fallon’s POV]I take in the land around me, trying to decide whether or not this is actually a good idea. Scattering the beach are posts with skulls of those I was sure crossed the Ave tribe. Beneath them, the sand is stained red, and the remains of the bodies that accompanied the skulls still remain."Savage bastards, aren’t they?" Uncle Ramone chuckles, coming to stand beside me. "It’s a good thing that we aren’t their enemy.""Are they really that dangerous?" I ask, still feeling uneasy. "If that’s the case, why do we associate with them? Doesn’t that make us look just as bad?""Not really," he shrugs, seeming truly unphased by all of this. "They have to do what they have to do to survive. It’s the same with us; we just don’t use the bodies of our enemies as decorations."Frowning, I consider his words. I guess he was right, but that didn’t mean that I felt any better about what I was seeing."Anyway, instead of just standing here, shouldn’t we get moving?"As he speaks, Uncle Ram
[Hindrick’s POV]"Please, eat all you’d like."The flashy Angles, motioned toward the table that was filled with food in front of us. Why the hell were we sitting here eating with him when we had more important things to do? This was ridiculous, but I couldn’t go against what the others agreed on.Letting out a sigh, I take in our group where they sit and feel my frustration deepen as my gaze comes to rest on Fallon as Fineon begins to fill the plate in front of her. Across from them, the damned Angles is watching with that disgusting hunger from earlier. If he were anyone else, I would have killed him on the spot for looking at her like that, but given his position, I couldn’t."Are you going to eat?" Uncle Ramone asks. "Or are you going to keep glaring at Angles until he drops dead?"Tensing, I realize too late that the man in question is watching me with a look of amusement on his face."Don’t worry, I’m not that easy to dispose of," he chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "And I kn
[Fineon’s POV]I felt a surge of triumph as the bastard king, who hadn’t once bothered to respect boundaries when it came to what was mine, stared at me in disbelief."What?" I smirk. "Surprised?""A bit," Angles admits, composing himself once more. "Who would have thought that I was in the presence of a master tracker. I honestly thought that all the good ones no longer existed after Tonitrum was annihilated."Tensing, I try to keep my expression neutral as he speaks of my pack. I was sure he wasn’t intentionally trying to poke a wound since no one knew about my past except for Elleric and Fallon."About that," I begin, deciding to be open and honest."He’s one of the two remaining survivors of that pack," Ramone announces before I can say anymore.Once again, shock flashes across Angles’ features before they settle on curiosity and even suspicion."Survivor?" He repeats, seeming not to quite believe. "From what I’ve heard, no one survived that brutal attack.""Well, that was what we
[Fineon’s POV]"I’ll grant you whatever you’d like as long as you can locate my sister.""Then tomorrow we will try again.""Tomorrow?" Angles repeats, his brows furrowing. "Why not now?""Can’t you tell he has worn himself out," Fallon snaps before I get the chance to respond. "He needs to rest; otherwise, he may end up causing harm to himself."Feeling a small sense of satisfaction over just how worried she is about me, I give Fallon’s hand a squeeze."I’ll be fine either way," I assure her. "But it has been a long day, and I would like to rest up.""Do as you wish," Angles sighs. "I’ll have my men show you to the guest wing.""No need. The rest of our group is still waiting for us. We can sleep on the ships.""Suite yourself," Angles shrugs, giving Fallon a glance that is filled with disappointment. "I won’t push.""Thanks."Finished speaking, I begin to move, pulling Fallon along behind me. Despite Angles’ joking tendencies, it wasn’t hard to tell that he had taken an interest in
[Fallon’s POV]"N-no more," I pant, leaning against Fineon’s sturdy frame. "I can’t…""You’re already tired?"Was I tired? After going at it for hours, was he really asking me this? Of course, I was exhausted. I needed rest, but it seemed that he could continue going for the rest of the night."I thought I was the old man," he laughs, giving a thrust that sends my body quaking. "Shouldn’t a youngin like you have more energy?"Letting out a growl, I just glare. Who the hell was he calling a youngin? I wasn’t a kid anymore, and I didn’t appreciate being treated as such."Watch it," I huff, loosening my legs from around him so that I slide down his body like a pole. Once I’m on the ground, I stand on shaky legs. "We should head back before the others come looking for us.""Must we?" Fineon pouts, making my heart do somersaults. "I don’t want to share you.""There’s plenty of time in the future for you to be selfish," I assure him. "But for now, we really should go back and get some sleep