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
Beta Jackson "What….?" I staggered. "You heard me right, Jackson. Or do I need to lay more emphasis on what I just said?" He glared at me angrily. I said nothing and he only sighed, "Okay, for more emphasis, your daughter; Lila, will have to perform a counter ritual on the same day that the blood
Lila My knees grew weak after hearing my father's narration. I held onto the table for support in order not to fall. "You might think my decision to keep mute about what Caleb told me was selfish…." With his eyes burning with tears, my father turned to look at Cyrus. ".....but I could never let a