Narrative P.O.V.Moonlight poured into the room through the large windows that lined each wall.Cain stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows that were cast on the ceiling of the trees outside his window as they danced in the midnight breeze.He could hear each footstep as the two guards patrolled the floor level beneath him. The sound of their footfalls echoed across the empty room.Even louder, though, was the sound of her voice in his head."Are you sure about this?"He had been so sure.So sure that sending her away was the best idea. So sure that she would leave trouble with him. So sure that she would be safe.The only thing he was sure of now was that he had made a grave, terrible decision in letting her get on that plane.He had followed them to the airport.He watched her as she went through the security lines.He even watched her get on the plane.Sanity, reason and logic fought a diligent battle against his heart and desires as he watched her disappear from sight.Run af
Ella's P.O.V.When Zak said we would leave at first light, he meant it. He woke me sometime in the very early morning and gave me little time to change into the clothes he brought me.A distasteful pair of black pants and a baggy black sweatshirt were all I had to layer under my new heavy winter coat. The combat boots paired with the wool camping socks he brought would keep me warm, and that was all I cared about.I was glad I had found my jacket when I did the night before because I was certain that I would never see it again. I could only hope that no one noticed the phone missing from its pockets.I put my cellphone in between the cups of my bra, tucked securely under the band. I figured this was the best place to hide it where I would still be able sit down and stand up without hinderance, something I couldn't do if it was in my waistband. I had considered putting it in one of my boots, but those weren't guaranteed to stay on my feet.The early morning sky was transitioning from i
Ella's P.O.V.I fought sleep the entire ride home.While I wouldn't say I had been sleep deprived for the previous few days, I felt as though I hadn't been able to rest. Cain radiated a sense of support and protection and I realized just how exhausted I was when I felt myself finally relax in his presence.He drove home with one hand on my thigh. The intimate touch made my heart race, but I tried to put on a cool, relaxed exterior by leaning my head against the window.Still wrapped up in the flannel blanket he had given me, I was finally content.The only thing keeping me awake was the hunger rattling my stomach.Maybe that's why I felt so weak...At one point, Cain looked over after hearing my stomach growl, as it had been for the past few hours."When was the last time you ate something?"I failed to answer immediately, trying to count the hours it had been since I ate the sugary scone on the train.He took this silence as an answer and began to slow down so he could take an exit o
Four Months Later..."Mom, I'm home!"Pulling my purse from my shoulder, I slung it into the barstool. I tossed my keys into the bag and walked over to the refrigerator."How did the interview go?" I heard her ask, her voice echoing out from the laundry room."I think it went well, but we'll see."I pulled out the lemonade and poured a glass before sitting down on the countertop. My first real-world job interview since graduating from collegenearly a week ago hadn't gone nearly as bad as I expected it to. They didn't seem distracted by the fact that I'd been fired from my counseling internship when I never showed up after taking a week off for my grandfather's funeral.They were also interested in hiring me despite the fact that I had only been allowed to graduate after drawing up a contract with my university promising that I would make up the classes that I had withdrawn from while in Germany.While I had retaken most of them during the spring semester, I still had two left to comp
Proudly did I sit upon my throne, a seat forged from blood and bone.My skin marred with evidence of war, I was scared and bruised. I was wounded and battered but it was a war I would never lose. The taste of blood on my lips, my fangs were sharpened by flesh. Eyes flashing with moonlight, a wolf howled inside my chest.They made me a ruler and a King, I made them suffer and bleed. Feared more than fear itself, I was born to lead.The moment I saw her, my eyes filled with fear. She scared me more than my demons, for them I learned to bear. Her eyes were wild with hope, although I knew it wouldn't be long until she knew me for the monster I was. Fate had finally done wrong.She could never know, I would hide it well. For how could she learn to love a monster that could never love himself?Ella's P.O.V."Your grandfather is dead."Those were words I never wanted to hear, but had been anticipating for too long.Those words were the reason that I sat on a plane flying above German farmla
Jesus Christ.I took a few startled steps backwards as I heard everyone around me gasp in horror. The man in the casket began to sit up, causing everyone to scatter.He was in his mid-thirties, significantly younger than my grandfather. He had black, shoulder-length hair and skin so pale he could have passed for dead if he had kept his eyes closed.The moment his dark eyes locked on mine, I felt a hard body run into the back of me and I fell into someone who was running past me.I looked over my shoulder to see the men I had previously noticed fighting against the crowd to get closer to the casket. Their haste meant they knew something about it, and it was because of that that I watched them intently as the room around us panicked.One of them, an Eastern Asian guy with dark, coiffed hair and black stud earrings, pushed his way to the front.I saw a momentary flash of fear in the beady eyes of the man in the casket before he swung his legs over the side and tried to run.The Asian m
"Come inside, I'm sure you're cold."I was freezing, but I wasn't sure I wanted to go inside the cabin. I didn't know whether I would come back out. There was a piece of me that wanted to trust him, oddly enough, and I couldn't shake it.I followed him around the house, staring at his back as he led me up the stairs to the side door. He was almost a foot taller than me and I guessed almost a hundred pounds heavier unless he had several layers under his coat.I turned to look at him as he did so. I gulped.He was a lot better looking in the light than I had expected him to be. As he took off his coat I came to the conclusion he hadn'tblayered and he was indeed built like a brick house. I could seebthe outline of his chest and arm muscles under the gray, form-fitting Henley he wore.He brushed the snow flurries from his short, chestnut-colored hair and I let out a long breath.We looked at each other and the world stopped for a moment. He had the oddest eyes I'd ever looked into. They w
Ella's P.O.V.I'm an idiot.I couldn't believe that I had made arrangements to go across Germany with men I didn't know to hunt ghosts. Zak made it abundantly clear how he felt about this by staring at me blankly after I had finished explaining myself."You're supposed to be the smart one between the two of us, he signed. ''Where is your common sense?''I just shrugged. I didn't have a defense for myself. What I had done was stupid but I didn't want to back out of it.As much as the situation made no sense to me, there was a nagging tug in the pit of my stomach that urged me to commit to going with the strangers and find my grandfather."What are you going to do about school?'' Zak asked me.''Then my grandfather's dead." Excuse will only work for so long until you start to get behind on your work.I sighed. He had a point.''Thanksgiving break is about to start,'' I signed. ''That will at least buy me a week."Zak just shook his head''You don't know these men.'' he reminded me fo