Writer's POV Beta Jackson only stared at Aiden's head, balling his hands into fists. He couldn't tell if it was his mate or the other witch that had attacked their pack this time. In fact, he feared that Lila might have been the one who attacked them this time. He trusted that his daughter wasn't
Miguel It felt like I was drowning but then in the next second, my skin felt warm. I wrapped my hands around Lila even tightly and kept my eyes shut. I listened to her heartbeat to reassure myself that she was still alive; we were still alive. The next thing I felt was the hard surface of the ear
Lila We all sat in Elijah's study. Miguel and I listened carefully as my father explained all that happened in our absence. I couldn't help but feel guilty; if only I had trusted in Miguel's love for me, I wouldn't have left the pack and if I never left the pack, my mother would have never gotten
My mother had caused us to grieve so many times, no one cared about showing their weaknesses now. "But then…." He sniffed, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop flowing from his eyes, from his face. "If we sit here and keep passing blames around, we would all die with tears in our eyes. The wit
Writer's POV They both sat on the wooden floor, legs crossed and their hands on their thighs. The book was opened before them to the exact page that was needed for the sacred blood ritual. This same page had been locked for centuries, almost a millennium as a matter of fact. Ever since the death
Lila "What are you talking about, father?" I moved closer to him. He straightened his back and cleared his throat before responding, "What he told you….." He glanced over at Miguel who only got more interested. "..... isn't everything that there is about the blood ritual." He completed his state
Beta Jackson I made my way to the prison after making sure I wasn't being watched or followed. Everyone else had been occupied with one duty or the other. I never thought that I would seek the help of that bastard but then, I rather swallow my pride than watch Abigail continue hurting my pack mem
"Stop." He balled his hands into fists; an action of anger but the look on his face was one of uncertainty; switching between confusion and anger. I could tell that he was struggling to stay on the angry side but it didn't seem to be working out quite well for him. So, I didn't stop, "Every time