Dean POV Maria enters the conversation, urging us to get some rest. "We won't be any good to anyone if we try to fight or make rational decisions while exhausted," she points out. "And let's not forget, Diana just walked for days to get here.""She's right," Caleb acknowledges."Alright, how about this: the first one of us to wake up alerts the others. Sound good?" I propose.Everyone agrees, and Maria guides Diana to a spare room. I head to the study, seeking the solitude I need to unwind when I'm stressed. Caleb retreats to his room, and soon, the villa is cloaked in darkness as all the lights shut off for the night.......Awakening from a nightmare, I glance at the clock and see that I've only been asleep for half an hour. The vividness of my dream leaves me anxious about falling back asleep, so I grab a book to distract myself. However, before I can even get through a few paragraphs, exhaustion pulls me back under.Once again, I find myself dreaming. This time, I'm hurtling thro
Dean POV Along with Caleb and Diana, we decide to meet at Jovielyn's castle, which is situated in the same area as Aries' manor. We need to search for more clues to confirm our suspicion that Aries set this whole thing in motion. We don't expect to find any direct evidence linking him to the kidnapping—he's too clever for that—but I believe that if we uncover anything that points to Liza, Hugo, and Fina being involved, then Aries is almost certainly pulling the strings.It's been a while since I last saw my mother—since the day of the party, in fact—and Caleb hasn't seen her since the day after. Jovielyn is eager to see us again, despite feeling dreadfully ill. When Caleb introduces Diana, Jovielyn is charmed but laments that their meeting comes under such unfortunate circumstances. Diana agrees but expresses that it's still an honor.I ask Jovielyn if we can speak to Jonas, and she replies that it shouldn't be a problem, but finding him among the castle grounds might take some time.
Blossom POV It's dark.Very dark. You'd have to be here to truly grasp how the deepest pitch black you've ever encountered doesn't hold a candle to this. If I couldn't feel my fingers or touch my face, I'd think I was trapped in some kind of purgatory. And right now, I'm not even thankful for the sense of touch. It's freezing, and I can feel thick, mucky wetness surrounding me.I hear water running, but I can't see if it's even drinkable—or if it's water at all. It sounds more like 'liquid falling into a drain.' The stench in this place is unbearable, like a truck filled with rotten meat crashing into a pile of dead animals and tumbling into a dumpster overflowing with corpses.What I wouldn't give to be back in the castle garden right now. Or to be in Dean's arms.It seems unlikely, but maybe I can send a message to him...(Baby, if you can hear this, please come help me. Liza and Hugo have completely lost their minds, and I'm terrified.)Scratch that thought...Can I still shapeshi
Blossom POV When I awaken, I hear what I think is a woman's voice calling out to me. My eyes flutter open, and suddenly everything seems clearer, as if a dim light has been turned on, even though it hasn't. I can make out the size of the room, the stairs, a hose with water flowing beside a drain, and a bucket. The colors around me are dull, but I can tell that the liquid dripping into the cellar is either rusty water or blood... and I pray for rusty water."Hey," the woman's voice calls out again, startling me. I jump to my feet, surprised by the unfamiliar presence but sensing some strange connection. "I spent my last days in a place like this. It wasn't until I fought my way out that they had no choice but to do what they brought me here to do. They would have left me to starve if I hadn't forced their hand," she adds, and I start to piece together who it might be."Is that you, Eliza?" I ask hesitantly."Maybe. I'm not entirely sure anymore. I feel like I've been wandering for so
Blossom POV I jolt awake to the jarring screech of rusted metal hinges, squinting toward the light streaming down from the top of the stairs—the first light I've seen since the bag snatched it from me in the garden of the castle. I can't be sure how long I've been trapped in this cellar, but two days in darkness feel like an eternity.As my eyes gradually adjust, I catch the silhouette of a large man at the top of the stairs. He seems to be staring at me, but the light doesn't reveal his face. However, I finally begin to see the details of my surroundings, and the gruesome sight of coagulated blood smeared on the walls makes my stomach churn. I can't help but retch, spilling my stomach's contents onto the ground.With a pained effort, I manage to voice my thoughts. "Dean?... Whoever you are, please help me. I've been taken by some terrible people. Please... just help..." I glance around, relieved to notice that the running water is clear.The silhouette lets out a deep, rumbling laug
Blossom POV As I manage to quiet the voices, I open my eyes. The darkness no longer feels so oppressive; I can clearly see the entire room and its sparse contents. A sense of peace lingers in my mind—a residual glow of calmness that comes from clearing away all biased thoughts, both good and bad.Feeling thirsty, I glance at the water hose, instinctively knowing where it is. I pick it up, sip from the end, and gently place it back on the floor. Sitting on the second stair from the bottom, I decide to continue strengthening my mind.I recall what my parents told me: if I ever needed them, I should just breathe. I'm beginning to grasp that truth and find myself wishing I could return to that moment for one last goodbye. "It wasn't just a dream," I realize. "They were truly here with me. That means Eliza was here too."The only sounds are the persistent dripping and the flow of water, accompanied by the quiet sound of my own tears hitting the grimy floor."What should I do?" I mutter to
Blossom POVAlmost five days have passed since my kidnapping. I have subsisted on nothing but sulfur-contaminated water and coagulated blood paste. My mind has slipped away and returned multiple times, and each return only strengthens me.My will now seems unbreakable. Following my metamorphosis, I remain in a meditative state, biding my time until the right moment reveals itself. I'm uncertain when that will be, but when it comes, I will know. Until then, I escape only within my mind.The mental fortitude I've developed amplifies my ability to transport myself to anywhere I can recall with a pinpoint photographic memory, right down to the last blade of grass in the villa's yard. What was once an incredible skill to evade my uncle's dread has become the very tool that preserves my sanity and ultimately saves my life.As I sit on the stairs with a loosely fixed posture, I might appear to be in deep contemplation. However, while my body
3rd POVDean, Caleb, and their team stand frozen, horrified by the gruesome scene that unfolds before them. Unbeknownst to them, two werewolves lurk in the shadows above, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to launch their attack.Caleb gestures toward the right wall of the slaughterhouse and says, "Bro, didn't you lose that security team?" Two of the soldiers promptly retch, unable to look away from the mangled corpses suspended by meat hooks. "This is messed up, Sir," one of the soldiers mutters to Dean after regaining his composure.Distracted by the chilling scream they had heard upon entering, Dean responds to Caleb without diverting his gaze from the cellar doors. "Yeah, but there were only four guys on that team," he points out, noting the five bodies that now hang lifelessly.As Dean approaches the cellar, he comes to a sudden stop, sensing something ominous. He hears a heartbeat—uncertain if it belongs to him, Bloss