SERAPHINA’S POVI wake up from losing consciousness after being captured, awakening into nothing but pitch darkness around me, with every square inch of my body aching terribly. The sores and cuts from running through the bushes barefoot at night, and the cut on my cheek from Alice. Perhaps the one inflicted by someone who was once a friend hurts even more than the rest. The cut on my cheek and the bruises to my heart after they sent me away, knowing I had nowhere else to go. I want to be angry at them and hold it against them, yet I know I deserve this for the pain I caused. None of this could ever possibly make up for taking Juliet away from them, from hurting someone so precious and bright.I find myself weeping all over again in the darkness, too sad and depressed to be scared by my dark, unknown surroundings. I thought the pain would get easier at some point, but it only seems to get worse the more I think of her and what I did. Worse of all, I can’t seem to get Cassand
SERAPHINA’S POVI’m left in the room once more, with the lights off for another set of hours; I don’t know how long. It feels like days have passed, but there aren’t any windows to tell what time it is or the sun’s position in the sky. A quality, I imagine, that bastard Gideon sought while picking a room to lock me in, possibly to facilitate my descent into madness. But it isn’t a lack of a window that erodes at my mind; rather, it's the maddening silence around me, forcing me to live and dwell on my thoughts and memories that constantly plague my mind.When I close my eyes, I’m forced to relive Juliet’s last moments, and opening my eyes doesn’t help either. The worst part is my inability to fall asleep. The lights in the room finally come on again, and relief floods into me instantly, being able to see again, to confirm that my eyes are still working—although it means that Gideon is back again.The door clicks open, and guards walk into the room in the same fashion as they
KAMILA’S POVEvery breath hurts, like pins stabbing into my lungs, yet all I can do is breathe, gasping for air, holding onto a very thin string of life as the father's guard takes me back to my room, a bloody mess. No one passing by offers me a second glance, seeing my state as a normal occurrence, something that won’t change or end, something to which they have grown numb. I can barely recognize the silhouettes with my blurred vision and barely remain conscious with the pulsing pain emanating from everywhere.Tears stab at my eyes at the thought of it, the numbness in my legs that slowly spreads upwards. I try not to think that I might die this time, and I’m terrified that I might, so I cry even more while feeling even more helpless, even more pathetic. “Father,” I wheeze out, hoping he would come for me, hoping the second he realizes just how bad a state I am in, he’d rush over, he’d call for a pack doctor. “F-fath—” “Shut up,” the guard scoffs, now in my room, tossin
KAMILA’S POVThe second I settle on my resolve is the second she pops my shoulder back into place, taking me off guard and drawing a louder groan from my lips. "There, all better," she announces with glee, and now I’m furious. I glare at her; I hate her now. I make sure she knows how much I hate her, how disgusted I am by her, with my eyes, glaring at her as if she’s nothing but filth, not even worthy of touching me. Yet her smile never fades. Instead, she pats my head softly, pulling away to get my soup.I don't want to eat; I turn my face away once her soup-filled spoon reaches my lips, showing my revolt, until the sweet smell hits my nose. It's the soup I loved as a girl, chicken soup made with just carrots. The smell permeates my nose, breaking through my well-constructed wall of defiance and reminding me how hungry I am. I struggle with it until I give in, opening my mouth to take the soup, and the burst of flavors fills me with warmth and nostalgia, all from chil
ARTEMIS’ POVThe doors to my cell finally pull open after days of confinement for my misdeeds: standing up against the imperial council, defying the king's orders, and of course, daring to use my Alpha dominance against the king himself, forcing him to his knees. I suppose if it were anyone else, they'd be locked up in confinement for the rest of their lives. But because of who I am and the blood we share, it would be impossible to keep me inside for long. Or perhaps he knows that flimsy door wouldn’t be able to contain me for long, and if perhaps the third day had come, I'd have forced my way out of here one way or another. He knows what I am capable of now, especially when it comes to my mate. In an attempt to save face and secure his throne, knowing no one else could possibly rule, he has to comply, only a bit. Cowards… all of them.But it’s pointless if it means having Sera remain in confinement, wherever the hell they're keeping her. And I know none of the bastards ar
ARTEMIS’ POV My search for Seraphina has brought me back home, the last place I want to be right now. Standing just outside the large doors of my home, I knock on the thick wood, stepping back and waiting for a response while taking calming deep breaths. If I want my father's cooperation, I need to remain calm and reasonable, giving him no reason not to tell me where he has her. That, or I could threaten it out of him. I don’t want to be forced to, but damn it, if it came to using threats against my own father, I would, just to find her and get her to safety. It takes a few seconds before the doors open, and I’m grateful it's fast enough before I'm tempted to tear it down myself. The butler stands in my way, his eyes widening the moment he recognizes me, and he takes a quick bow. I walk right past him. "Where is father?" I ask, walking briskly. I haven’t been home since the last time Seraphina was here. Her very brief presence here has somehow changed the way I view the entiret
SERAPHINA’S POVKamila hasn’t shown her face, not after being brutalized by her father and revealing her greatest weakness to me. Instead, he sends his goons to take countless syringes of blood for his 'experiments,' ensuring I'm fed enough to produce more for him afterward. And while I’m appalled by whatever the bastard is planning to do with that much blood, my mind drifts to thoughts of Kamila. I doubt I’ll ever understand it, but it was clear as day that she wasn’t loved by a man so vile enough to beat his daughter like dough while she looks like a sick and shriveled piece of carrot.Though I’m in no position to pretend to understand what she’s been through, in some way it explains her maniacal obsession with Artemis, and how the end of their mate bond has pushed her sanity to its brink. I fear for her… and hope that if this truly is the end for me, she’d find a bit of peace she hoped for. Look at me, scared for the girl who put me through so much and turned my friends
SERAPHINA’S POVThe place where our connection rests, close to my heart, turns ice cold instantly, and pain suddenly ripples through every bit of my body. I scream in agony, falling forward and onto my knees, trembling from pain that melts everything in my body yet freezes my heart into hard ice, coughing and wheezing for air while vomiting nothing but bile from my stomach. It hurts horribly, feeling something die so gruesomely from within me… until it doesn’t, and then I feel nothing… I don’t feel the mate bond. I don’t feel Artemis. I only feel a void so deep, so devastatingly dark and endless, swirling inside me.“You feel it, don’t you?” Gideon asks, standing over me, staring down with contempt. “…you feel what it is to lose your mate.” Nothing he’s saying makes sense, even while my world spins. I look at Artemis again, not moving. Why isn’t he moving…? This can’t be the end. Isn’t there some kind of werewolf thing that can mend his heart back?Artemis can’t be