So, who thought it was Liz that was following Nico?
Liz POV Holding my head in place by my hair, Nico rears his hand back and hits me across the face again. I hiss loudly in pain. Blood begins to dribble down my cheeks. “You have seen this place. Now you have to die,” Nico says through gritted teeth. Nico doesn’t let go of my hair as he drags me through the dark corridors. I can feel my hair pulling from my scalp in large chunks. I scream and fight against Nico, but I am no match for his strength. “You can scream as much as you want,” Nico growls. “No one will hear you down here.” Nico’s words don’t stop me from screaming. “Please,” I beg him. “It’s not what you think.” Nico pulls against my hair, and I try to pry his fingers from my hair. “Stop fighting me,” Nico hisses at me. “No,” I kick my feet as I fight. “I am not your enemy.” Nico throws me up against the back of a cell and slams the door shut. “I am done hearing your lies.” I hit the back of the cell and fall to the ground. The smell of blood fills m
Deimos POV The sun is shining right in my eyes, and my head is pounding. I roll over in the bed, hoping to hide my eyes from the sun, but I am closer to the edge than I thought, and I flip off the side. I hit the ground with a hard thud, and I moan loudly. “Fuck,” I groan as I open my eyes fully. Everything is too fucking bright, and the room is spinning. How much did I have to drink last night? I vaguely remember coming back to my room, but everything after that is a blur. I hope I didn’t say anything to piss off Elizabeth. I can be an asshole when I am drunk. “Elizabeth,” I call out her name from the floor, but there is no response. Shit, she must be mad. I wonder what I did. I make a ridiculous attempt to get to my feet, but I stumble back, landing on the bed. Falling onto the bed, I expect to land on Elizabeth, but the bed is empty. Instantly, I feel sober. Something is wrong; I can feel it. Darting out of the bed I run into the bathroom. “Elizabeth,” I cal
Deimos POV “War?” I stare at my father in disbelief. “Do you have a problem with that?” My father hisses through his teeth. I throw my head back in laughter. “You can’t be serious. You know Lycan City will jump in to help the Moonstone Pack. We aren’t strong enough. It is suicide.” “We have been betrayed,” my father reminds me. “We must let others know that we are not to be trifled with.” “What betrayal?” I demand to know. “Your wife has fled in the night,” Father scoffs. “Osiris and I had a deal. She was to remain here as your wife to secure the alliance between our two packs.” “How are you so sure that she fled? What if she was kidnapped?” I ask. Now it is my father’s turn to laugh. “What would anyone want with a wolf-less bitch?” I can’t stop the growl rumbling in my chest. “Watch what you say about Elizabeth.” Father cocks his head to the side and stares at me humorously. “You care for her.” “My feelings for her are none of your concern,” I snap at my
Liz POV There is a faint dripping noise in the darkness of the dungeons, and it is driving me insane. Besides the dripping noise, there is only the sound of Dainn breathing in the cell next to me. Every so often, he begins coughing and doesn’t stop for several minutes. The coughing fits almost always end up with him puking in the corner of his cell. I wish there was a way that I could comfort him, but he makes sure to stay on the other side of his cell, far away from me. I don’t know how long I have been down here, but Dainn hasn’t said anything to me since I first arrived. I am beginning to feel desperate for some sort of interaction. Pacing the cell’s floor, my feet are freezing on the cold cement. I am wearing nothing but one of Deimos’s old T-shirts. I wish I had put on more clothes when I went searching for Nico, but I didn’t know I would be locked in a cold cell. Finally, I step up to the bars that separate Dainn’s cell from mine. I wrap my hands around the b
Deimos POV “I will kill you.” Osiris’s voice is cold and threatening. “Let me speak to Liz.” I am nervous for the first time in my life. My voice is caught in my throat. Osiris might declare war when he finds out that his daughter has gone missing, and nothing would make my father happier. “Elizabeth has gone missing,” I manage to say. Osiris roars so loudly into the phone I have to pull it away from my ear. “Explain.” “I woke up this morning to find her gone. An Omega says she saw her fleeing in the night, but I know that Elizabeth wouldn’t run.” “What have you done with my daughter?” Osiris demands to know. “I already told you,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. “I don’t know where she has gone, but I believe my father is behind her disappearance.” “What makes you think she wouldn’t run from you?” Osiris growls. “Everyone knows what kind of person you are.” Duko is growling loudly in my mind, and it is making it hard to think. He wants me to lash out at Os
Liz POV The chill of the dungeons disappears, and the warmth of the sun is on my face. I can feel soft grass under my skin. I stretch lazily under the sun and let my eyes flutter open. The light around me is blinding. I shield my eyes from the light with my hands and attempt to look around me. As the world comes into focus, I realize that I know this place. This is the field behind the Moonstone pack house. This is the place where my birth parents died. But there is no sign of death or destruction. It is quiet and serene. Patches of wildflowers are growing across the field. There is a warm breeze that blows through my hair. Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I look around. There must be a reason I was brought to this place. Could I be dead? Did the Moon Goddess bring me here because it is the place I used to visit the most in my life? I always came here so I could feel close to my birth parents. I would sit in the field for hours and ask my parents for guidance. They
Liz POV Tracy is struggling against the bars. The smell of her flesh burning against the silver is filling the air around us. I don’t know where I am finding the strength to hang onto her, but I refuse to let her go. I hear Dainn shuffling around in the cell beside me, but I don’t dare take my eyes off Tracy. If I knew how to kill her right now, I would. She has made my life a living hell, and now it is my turn to return the favor. “You can’t kill her like this,” Dainn’s hoarse voice coaches me. “You are wasting precious energy.” Tracy’s arms fall limp at her side and she stops whimpering. I release her from my grasp, and she crumples to the ground. I look down at her still body. Her face is gruesomely disfigured from touching the silver bars. I doubt she will ever heal from it correctly. Bending down, I reach through the bars and press my fingers to her neck. She still has a faint pulse. “She is still alive,” I say disappointedly. The smell of burning flesh is
Deimos POV I look over my speech one last time. This is the first time I have taken a meeting seriously enough to actually write down my thoughts beforehand. Admittedly, I have not been the best Alpha, and I probably should have worked harder at gaining the trust of the pack rather than bending to my father’s will. If Dainn was here, I am sure he would be disappointed in me. Hell, I am disappointed in myself. A knock on my office door causes me to stuff the speech in the pocket of my jacket. Ace knocks one more time before walking in. He looks around my office with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Ace scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t have a choice,” I sigh. “It is my only hope to stop Nico.” I stand up from behind my desk, and Ace looks me up and down. “Is that what you are wearing?” I look down at the three-piece suit I wear whenever I handle pack business. It never occurred to me to