[Elise’s POV]Rage rips through me as Denali’s unwavering gaze stays on me, and instead of it being filled with the fear she should be feeling, it is filled with pity.“You’re wrong,” I hiss, though deep down in my deepest of hearts, I feel myself wavering. “He loves me!”Giving a sad smile, Denali
[Rosco’s POV]“This is the place,” I announce to Marty when we reach the clock tower. “Denali is just inside.”“Then what are we waiting for?” He grins, reaching into the backseat and pulling his duffle bag full of weapons. “I’ll go get in place. When the heavens start raining redemption, you move.”
Howling in rage, I move, knocking Elise to the side and then wrapping my muzzle around the bars of Denali’s cage. Using all my strength, I begin to pull until I hear the metal groaning, and when it starts to budge, a hiss of pain reaches me.Stopping what I’m doing, I snap my eyes at Alexander and D
[Rosco’s POV]I stare down at Denali’s pale face and blue lips, which are parted, allowing shallow breaths to escape.“Nothing is happening,” I growl, shooting my gaze at the woman who is focusing solely on the woman in my arms. “I thought you said..."“She’s weak,” the woman explains, keeping her f
[Denali’s POV] I stare at my mother, trying to make sense of what she is saying. Was that the reason that I was here? Because I used the command already? “So there is no going back for me,” I say quietly. “I truly died.” “No,” my mother counters. “You aren’t.” “But I used the command.” “You cou
[Elise’s POV]Blood. All I can see and taste is blood—the blood of the man that I truly loved with everything I had. However, he never loved me. I was a fucking fool to believe that he actually cared, and as I continue to rip him apart, everyone who used me and abused me flashes through my mind, fro
[Denalia’s POV]“Take me to prison.”Elise’s words reach me through the chaos that has begun to erupt around me, and when I snap my gaze in her direction, I watch one of the police officers place cuffs around her wrists.“No!” I gasp, attempting to get up only to fall. “Wait.”“What’s wrong with you
“What does that mean, doc?” I ask quietly, though I have an idea.“You’ll be lucky if you’re ever able to walk again,” he admits. “We will of course work with you by providing physical therapy, but I can’t say that it will do any good.”Nodding, I process his words as my heart sinks. There was a cha