Hmmm, anyone notice Orion's absence?
OsirisThe morning starts off with a strange tension I can’t quite shake. When Nero called me into the war room, I thought we’d be discussing strategy regarding Darius or maybe something to do with the Vega pack. But when I walk in, it’s not the usual meeting at all.Orion is sitting at the long table, arms crossed, his jaw set tight. He’s staring straight ahead, but there’s something off about his posture. It’s too rigid, too controlled, like he’s trying to keep something bottled up. Aeron is next to him, but my heart drops when I see him. He doesn’t look like the brother I knew. He’s thinner, paler, his eyes hollow. There’s no spark in them, no sign of the witty, sharp kid we all grew up with. He’s just … blank. Empty. He stares down at the table, not acknowledging me as I walk in, and I feel a stab of guilt. I’ve been so caught up in my own shit with Eva and Darius that I haven’t been here for him. But it’s not just that. There’s something more.Nero stands at the head of the tab
OsirisThe word “bait” hits me like a fucking truck, and for a second, I can’t even breathe. My younger brother, the one we all looked after and who never wanted to be part of the pack drama, was used as bait. For what, I can only imagine, but nothing good ever comes out of that word.Bait in the shifter world means one thing — you’re prey. Something to be hunted, tortured, used.“They used you in a fighting ring,” I growl, my voice coming out harsher than I intend, but I can’t help it. The idea of my baby brother being used as fucking bait for a wolf fight makes my blood boil.Aeron’s eyes are glassy, lost in whatever hell he’s been through, and his hands tremble on the table. His voice is barely a whisper when he speaks again. He nods, tears spilling over his cheeks as he tries to keep it together. “I was tied in chains and shot with silver bullets if I… If I fought back and — I... I couldn’t shift back. They did something to me, something that kept me trapped in wolf form, but I
EvaCamellia sits across from me in the sunlit kitchen, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her mug. Her eyes, warm and kind, are focused on me, waiting for me to speak. I’ve been trying to say something for the past five minutes, but every time I open my mouth, nothing comes out. Instead, my mind races with all the doubts, the fears, the feelings I’ve been burying deep inside for weeks.“You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready,” Camellia says softly, her voice steady but reassuring.I shake my head, taking a deep breath. I need to talk about this. I need to get it out, even if every word feels like it’s a weight on my chest. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk,” I finally say, my voice a little hoarse. “It’s that I don’t know how to explain how I feel. It’s … it’s all just a mess.”Camellia gives me a small, patient smile. “Life tends to be messy, Eva. Trust me, I get that.”I nod, chewing on my bottom lip. “I just don’t know if I belong here. With Osiris… with this pack
Camellia/“Run. Run. RUN!”//“Don’t let them catch you, don’t let them see you. You have to keep them safe; you have to get away from here! Go!”/I’m running, but I don’t know why. It’s raining and the dense undergrowth of the forest obscures the jagged stones underneath; my feet are sore and bloodied, the stitch in my side has nearly winded me.Everything is slippery but I’m running like my life depended on it… Which it probably does, seeing as I’m running with a swollen belly./“You need to run!”/The warning echoes in my head every time I try to slow down and catch my breath, but my instincts seem to guide me safely across the darkened forest. I turn my head to look behind me and don’t see anything at all, but the fear of being caught still propels me forward.Who am I running from? Who am I supposed to protect besides the baby in my belly? “…lia! Stop!” someone calls out. The voice is distant, almost drowned out by the pounding rain and my own ragged breaths. The sound makes
Lia / Camellia5 years laterI rush into the kitchen to grab my ringing cell phone, only to nearly trip over a train set I asked my son to put away after breakfast. Gritting my teeth, I take a deep breath to reign in my annoyance and bed down to pick up the damn toy myself.“Nereo!” I call out, turning when I hear his tiny footsteps approaching me. “What did I tell you about this, baby? You cannot leave your toys out like this.”My little boy saunters up to me, his curly hair falling over his forehead as he looks at his feet. “I’m sorry, Mamma. I forgot,” he sniffs and I sigh as I get down on my haunches to talk to him.He peers up at me with those slate gray eyes that I love so much, with his bottom lip pulled out in a pout. I try not to smile because this is his ‘feel sorry for me’ face. “You have to remember, okay, Amoruccio? Someone could get hurt,” I say gently, brushing a curl away from his face. His eyes well up with tears, and I pull him into a hug. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Ju
NeroI get out of the fucked-up rental car and wait for the contact I’m supposed to be meeting with my brothers, Osiris and Orion. This small Italian town is a far cry from the sprawling urban jungle I’m used to. “The Boot’s shitstain,” I mutter under my breath, glancing around the little town that seems too perfect to be real. Quaint, picturesque, and utterly grating on my nerves.This place is nothing like home. I glance over at my brothers, both looking like they’re spoiling for a fight. “Lighten up, Nero,” Osiris says, his hands shoved in his pockets. He’s the optimist of the three of us, always looking for a silver lining. “We’ll be in and out before you know it.”“Yeah, right. Knowing Matteo, he’ll drag this,” Orion grumbles, adjusting his leather jacket. He’s the one who sees the world more like I do—through a lens of distrust and scepticism.They flank me as we walk down the narrow cobblestone street towards the meeting spot. Orion and Osiris might be twins, but you’d never
NeroOsiris walks back, shaking his head in disbelief. “Nero, she didn’t even recognize me. I walked up to her, and it was like she had no idea who I was. And the child... he’s definitely yours… He has the eyes of a Leonetti.”Slate gray. Of course he does.The weight of his words hits me hard, making it difficult to breathe. “She works here?” I manage to ask, my voice strained.“From what I could tell, yeah. She was talking to the customers like she’s been here a while,” Osiris confirms, his expression troubled.I’m at a loss. My mind races with questions and doubts. How is this possible? Why doesn’t she remember us? “What the fuck do I do now?” I mutter, more to myself than anyone else.“We need to regroup and figure this out,” Orion suggests, his voice calm and steady. “Let’s go back to the townhouse and do some digging.”Every instinct screams at me to stay, to go to her and demand answers. But I know Orion is right. We need a plan. It pains me to leave, knowing she’s so close. A
Camellia / LiaI know that man from yesterday.I have no idea where I know him from, but as soon as I saw him sitting in the back with Marcus yesterday, I felt it. A tug in the center of my chest, and when we made eye contact, I could see the sliver of shocked recognition in his eyes even as he tried to hide it.Those eyes… The same eyes I fell in love with five years ago in a hospital surrounded by people I don’t know. The same eyes as my son. Then he walked past me and the scent of bergamot and leather immediately made me pause.Without a doubt, I know this man; or rather, I knew him. Could he be the one who left me here for dead?I shake my head and look up just as the cafe door opens; only to meet the gaze I couldn’t get out of my mind yesterday. My hands shake as he makes small talk with me, noting that he has an American accent, and I have to steady them when I get his coffee.Caramel rum cannoli. No one else orders it and no one in town makes it, only us and only because I aske