Asher's Point Of ViewIt was almost dusk. My warriors and I had just returned from scouring through every nook and cranny in Beaverton trying to find Cirilla. But we had no luck, I just hope Theo and the others were having better luck than us. At midnight, we moved into other towns in Oregon, just in case she was still in the city, but I highly doubted it. I sauntered into the small living room of Jasmine's apartment, watching the warriors from the Council ransack the entire place, trying to find even the slightest clue where Cirilla could be, or where the witch, Emily, could be hiding or anything that could give us a lead to where Mason took her. I shut my eyes, taking in deep breaths, but unfortunately, I can't seem to get enough air into my lungs. The image of Cirilla filled up my entire thoughts, and I couldn't stop the anger, guilt, and pain that killed me for losing her, and for not recognizing who she was.Everyone kept saying that wasn't on me and I couldn't have possibly kn
Cirilla's Point Of ViewThe heat that accompanied the pain in my body seeped deeper into my bones, dragging me out of the deep silent cave of slumber.I gasped awake. My lips parched and my throat was too dry as well. I swallowed hard, muffling the groan that almost climbed its way to my lips.For a minute or two, my eyes were pinned on the wooden ceiling, adjusting my vision to the lighting in the room, and memories from earlier seeped in.Without warning, I jerked up to a sitting position, hugging my stomach with both my hands as the pain from there grew worse."You shouldn't be up. It might reopen your wounds," A voice sounded calmly. I knew that voice. With almost impossible difficulty, I raised my eyes to meet Mason Hartley standing a few distance from me, and he started to the bed with a bowl and napkin in his hands.I looked around and there were napkins soaked in blood, discarded aside in bowls. "I tried to stop your bleeding, but couldn't," He plopped on the bed, inches away
Cirilla's Point Of ViewMason's words were ringing in my ears, and then bouncing up and down the corner walls of my mind as I kept struggling hard to understand what he was saying.He created this darkness?Thousand years ago?What the fuck did I awaken?My traitorous legs were trembling. I had no idea why, but even as Mason insisted I sat on the bed, somehow, I preferred the spot I was against the wall. It kept me in pain, but it made me alert.Oh fuck, of all fucking times, Nina chose to be MIA now. I couldn't feel her, I couldn't connect with her. Oh, I needed her. This pain was killing me."Ci," At his call I jerked my eyes to him. He was studying me, and I was doing the same. Eager to know what he meant by everything he had said, but still, scared to find out what it might mean because that would mean everything he said earlier was true.But my curiosity won like it did every fucking time. "Tell me," Thankfully, it sounded calmer than my raking, unstable emotions. "What did you m
Cirilla's Point Of ViewI woke up to a strange smell and faint sounds of objects clacking, and some giggling. I was on a sofa in a small confined room. An Attic."She's awake!" A small voice chirped, and as I looked around, I found myself surrounded by a bunch of children, circling me, giggling, and watching me like I was the most interesting thing they'd seen.I attempted to straighten up but it was next to impossible with the pain killing me. I watched an older girl, Ria, maybe thirteen or so, lead the others out of the room, before I checked my stomach searching for my sore injuries. But there was nothing. No bleeding. No open flesh, only slight stinging and weakness in my bones.“Nina?” I called desperately but I was greeted yet again by penetrating, appalling silence bouncing up and down the space of my mind.“Come on children, give her some space,” I recognized that voice. It had begged me frantically to stay awake. To remain conscious and not to give into apparent weakness that
Cirilla's Point Of ViewThe glow of blinding lights was the only thing that filled my vision for long, torturing seconds before a magic force vomited us in the middle of a forest. The natural darkness had begun to evade, the morning was brighter."I feel sick," Kali's words yanked my attention to her side. She was resting against the bark of a tree, her chest rising and falling with heavy pants. "Are you okay?" As her eyes traveled over to me, I looked away, getting off the ground, and dusting the leaves and dirt from my clothes and hair."I'll live," I managed to say as her stare persisted on me. "Where the hell are we?""Still in Seattle, but somewhere safe," She jumped to her feet, the bottom of her long dress sweeping the leaves as she strutted closer. "At least for now,""In the middle of nowhere?" I cocked a brow.And a chuckle loosened effortlessly from her lips. "There's a house up ahead," She immediately led the way, and soon, we stood in front of an old, abandoned house."
Cirilla's Point Of View I breathed in the scent of the coffee in my hands, loving the way the hotness seeped from the mug into my palms, working wonders in my body. I heaved another umpteenth sigh like I've done in the last hour, rubbing a thumb on the small moon surrounded by ruby stones on my necklace, forcing myself to think about anything but Asher. But it wasn't working. I was worried. He should have gotten my letter by now. What the hell was going on? I shut my eyes, weighing on my decision. At this point I didn't know which would be better, to push through with my journey to New Orleans, or to head back to Oregon. To be sure Asher was all alright. I groaned, unable to decide. If the Council or Mason hadn't attacked Asher's pack yet, I could be placing the pack in danger if I suddenly showed up. At least not knowing the full truth yet. That witch had told me the Alpha King would help. That I could trust him. And more importantly, he had answers to every question. I felt s
Asher's Point Of ViewRyker and I were moving fast, racing through one of the forests in Seattle. This was the fastest route to get to Beacon Fall. It was almost the outskirts of Seattle. We had obviously wasted so much time already, scouring through every nook and cranny of Redmond, searching for Cirilla, with no luck at all. Theo, Julia, Malia, Carl, Eric, and warriors from the Crescent Moon Pack had already spread out to other cities, in case she was no longer in Redmond. But that wasn't the case. She was there. A vampire informant had reached out to Cameron. We had no idea how she was even able to track the place, but she was there. Even as we were moving as fast as we could, I wished we could go faster. Our gargantuan paws hammer into the earth as we sped by trunks, and leaped over obstacles. I felt so close to finding her, yet still so far. Restless and angry and felt an anguish I had never felt before.As the sun bloomed over the horizon, I knew Theo, Julia and the rest of t
CARSON CITY, NEVADA.(WISCON PALACE)Cameron's Point Of ViewIt didn't work.I was standing right in front of her with my hands clutched around the bed frame and my eyes closed. I only pulled my eyes open when I heard the footfalls of the witches and Benjamin retreated down the hall.My dark gaze lifted to my mate. We had moved her to one of the rooms at the witches’ quarters in Wiscon, and unfortunately, her condition has not improved one bit.The only constant change was the unsteady glowing crystal right next to her that belonged to that bloody witch, Cyrene.With a rough exhausted exhale, I reached for the windows to close them when I caught a faint outline of tonight's full moon and the mighty power radiating off it.I was jolted from my thoughts by the ringing of my phone. As soon as I saw Asher's name on the screen, I brought it to my ears."Talk to me," "Jace was right. She was here in Beacon Fall," There was a string of bitter emotion in his voice, and soon it found its way