Cyrus My despair to find her was palpable, and I was starting to infect everyone around me with my awful mood. The thought that something terrible happened to her drove me to the brink of madness. And now that I was starting to contemplate that perhaps those rogues had something to do with this, and I regretted not having crossed the border and ending them once and for all. It had been hours since she went missing. Hours. I followed her scent to a certain point before it disappeared into thin air. There were tire marks on the ground, so I assumed that she was put into a vehicle and whoever took her drove off. They could be anywhere by now. I contacted the Alphas around us immediately. I would need their help to find her, and I was pleasantly surprised by how efficient they all were. I kept imagining the things I would do when I got my hands on the bastards who took her. I had murder on my mind, and nothing could calm me down. The thought of her being hurt drove me insane. I knew
Eva I didn't know if I should cry or scream or rage or do everything all at once. I realized now that I should have asked the priestesses more questions about what they were saying to me. I didn't understand it; I was so shocked at the moment that it didn't occur to me to ask concrete questions and demand better answers. Everything they mentioned, they did vaguely. I didn't even ask them more about my mother and the letter she left behind along with me. What was written on it exactly?I didn't even have time to think when the door behind me opened. I looked over my shoulder and saw Cyrus. He didn't look as I expected him to—angry at my outburst, or at least demanding answers. He looked hesitant, and wary, and it upset me because why was he putting up such an act? He wasn't like this. "Would you be kind enough to tell me where the hell you've been?" he asked. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. So have a lot of people!”I knew I couldn’t talk about the priestesses sending some
Cyrus All the priestesses were dead. Nobody made it out alive, according to my Gammas. Since the fire occurred in my territory, I was the one leading the investigations. Although technically the priestesses didn’t belong to any pack, I was still their governing Alpha. I didn’t know what to make of this accident. What could have happened? I felt it was too much of a coincidence. To make matters worse, Eva was practically nonverbal. She refused to speak with anyone, and I suspected that something must have happened between her and the priestesses last night because of everything she said about not being accepted there. The problem was that I was finding it hard to connect the dots. As I stared at the burning ruin, I folded my arms and asked Cameron, “What do you make of this? Could it have been an accident?”“Most likely,” he answered. “Who would burn a Convent down? What for?”“I don’t know,” I replied truthfully. If this wasn’t an accident, then there was a lot more at stake. I
EvaI woke up this morning no longer feeling like I had to cry, so that was when I figured out that was going to move on from all of this. At last. I hadn’t been able to breathe properly since I found out about the Holy Lunar Convent. And why would I? That place was my home; the only one I knew. The people who died inside were the only family I had, and in my heart, I loved them even when they didn’t want me there. Cyrus had been showing me a lot of support lately, and I hated to admit this, but I genuinely appreciated it. Without it, I would probably be stuck in the well of tears for longer. I never knew what it was like to have emotional support, or even just a shoulder to cry on. At the Convent, there wasn’t much that made me cry or feel like I needed a hug. I found solace in the Moon Goddess, Luna, and She was the one who comforted me. However, things didn’t feel quite the same anymore. I felt like the goddess had abandoned me the moment I stepped foot out of that Convent. I
Cyrus I felt like doing something, and things never ended well whenever I did. I found myself driving toward the one place that always brought me comfort whenever I was in this state of madness. It didn't matter how long I stayed away; I always ended up going there. One way or another, it was an integral part of me, and if I hadn't become Alpha, I would've been a champion by now. I parked the car right outside the bar, which was named Road House. My hands were shaking a little out of pure agitation as I made my way inside. I pushed the doors open, and after going inside, they swung closed behind me. All eyes turned to look at me, but I refused to look at anyone in the face. I went straight to the bar. Charlotte, the bartender, gave me a look before smiling and saying, "Welcome, Alpha Cyrus. What can I get for you?""None of that shit, please," I said, knocking on the wooden bar with my knuckles in warning. "Get me something strong. Like old times."Charlotte nodded but eyed me wa
Eva We were all in the dining room, waiting for Cyrus' return, when he walked through the doors. I looked up and gasped at his appearance. His face was bloodied and bruised, and he almost looked unrecognizable. Nobody else seemed to have the same reaction as me, but they looked shocked alright. What happened to him?Cyrus sat on the head of the table with a groan. Despite his injuries, he seemed oddly pleased. It was either that, or he was faking it, and why would he do that when he was always so transparent about the way he felt?"Good evening," he said to us all. "You should have started eating without me.""We were worried about you," Brock said. "You weren't answering your calls, and we didn't know if something had happened to you.""Hm," Cyrus said, and it was all that was said for a while. I glanced at his uncle and saw that he was looking at Cyrus with an expression that was...concerning. I was tired of their fighting, and felt anxious whenever it happened. It seemed that t
Eva I couldn’t sleep at all, and I couldn’t figure out why. Mostly, I was thinking a lot about dinner. That scene marked me, for some reason, and I wasn’t quite sure why. Perhaps it could be because of how I’d always envisioned families and how the Daxen family contradicted that idea completely. In the Convent, we were taught that families were sacred, and that the members respected and loved each other. We were also told that families were the most important aspect of society, and that without them there would be too many selfish people roaming the earth. Before, I agreed to that blindly. I didn’t know any better; I’d been raised in the Convent, and had never even thought to question my reality. To me, it all made sense, and it never hit me that I was one without a family.But now, that idea was changing. Seeing their struggles made me wonder about the struggles my family probably had. I had to have one at some point, right? Everyone had a mother and a father. For my mother to a
CyrusMy apology wasn’t accepted, just as I knew it wasn’t, but at least it wasn’t sitting on my conscience anymore, just like Eva said. I was glad I’d followed her advice. I had quite a bit of work today, and was dreading it before it even happened because of how much pain I was in. The fight left my muscles aching from the exertion, but for the first time in a long time, I felt alive. Cameron wouldn’t be accompanying me to the Convent, so I went alone. He was more pissed than Vivian even, and I wished I could take the stupid shit I said back, but that wasn’t possible. I hated it when the family was so divided. Then again, we were always like this. It was them against me; always had been. If it weren’t for Eva, I wasn’t sure of what I was going to do with myself. I’d probably keep the argument going and made things much worse. Speaking of which, last night was a breakthrough. I wasn’t exactly sure why I felt that way, but something convinced me of that. We would never go hack to