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Deimos POV I stop at the gate of the Dark Moon Pack. There is a caravan of beat-up old cars following me. I roll down the window and gesture to the guard. “Let them through,” I tell him. His mouth is hanging open like a dead fish. “All of them?” “Yes,” I sigh. Reluctantly the guard moves out of the way and lets me pass. I can feel the eyes of the pack members standing alongside the road as I lead the caravan through the pack. Pack members are huddled together in groups whispering loudly. I can feel their distrust following us. I should have known this was going to be a problem. First, I kick my father out of the pack, and then I bring in rogues. This is bound to end badly, but my father left me no choice. Bandit’s mate is sitting in my passenger seat. She hasn’t said a word to me since she acknowledged that I had to kill her mate. I glance at her out of the corner of my eyes. Her fingers are perched on the edge of the window as she lets the breeze blow throug
Deimos POV Bang. Bang. Bang. I am jerked from my sleep. My head is resting on my desk, and there is a puddle of drool on the papers under my head. A piece of paper sticks to the side of my face as I lift my head from the desk. Bang. Bang. Bang. The abrupt knocking echoes through my office again. I rip the paper off my face and wipe the drool from my face. “Come in,” I call out gruffly. My Gamma, Sam, comes bursting through the door. Frankly, I am surprised to see him. “I thought you left with my father,” I tell him. Sam is panting heavily. “Your father is on the move.” “What?” I growl. “I just left his camp,” Sam tells me. “He is planning on striking the Moonstone Pack today.” I narrow my eyes at him. It feels like a trap. “Why are you telling me this?” “I knew I made a mistake as soon as I left the pack,” Sam explains. “Your father is unhinged. He is expecting women and children to fight against the Moonstone Pack.” “You realize that I will kill you
Deimos POV Ace holds up his arm and stops my warriors and rogues from entering the forest after Sam. The forest is eerily quiet. I keep my eyes on the spot where Sam disappeared and wait for him to reemerge with Nico’s army. “What are we waiting for?” Ace whispers. “Don’t you think it is odd that Sam hasn’t come back out of the trees looking for us?” I snap at Ace. As if on cue, Nico strolls out of the forest, dragging Sam along with him. He has his arm wrapped around Sam’s neck and a silver knife held to his throat. A growl leaves Nico’s chest as he rips the knife across Sam’s throat. Sam’s blood sprays from his neck, coating the ground in front of him. His eyes are plastered open wide as Nico lets go of his body. Sam falls to his knees before landing face-first in a puddle of his own blood. “My son has returned,” Nico laughs as roves of warriors come out of the shadows. Nico spreads his arms open wide and walks toward me. “And you have brought me an army.” “Fuck
Willow POV We pull up to the location I had a dream about, and I pray that it is not too late. The sound of growls and howls are loud in the air. I look at Osiris, and I can see the panic in his eyes. We put our trust in the wrong man. Osiris grabs my cheeks and forces me to look deeply into his eyes. “Go find our daughter,” he whispers. “You are going to need my help,” I say with tears in my eyes. “I don’t need your help,” Osiris lies to me. “I have my warriors.” I blink away the tears in my eyes and nod my head. Osiris places his lips on mine. The kiss is short but full of love. It is a promise that we will make it back to each other. Osiris gets out of the truck and blows me a kiss before he runs toward the battle. His warriors don’t need a command to follow him. I watch in silence as they disappear into the forest ahead. Sliding into the driver’s seat of the truck, I do a U-turn in the middle of the road and head to the Dark Moon Pack. The drive to the Dark
Willow POV I don’t know what I am looking for as I flip through the Omega’s memories. I hop from memory to memory in her brain, trying to find something helpful. I try not to stay in one place for too long because her brain is deteriorating quickly, and everything is beginning to burn away like a photo in a flame. There are many memories of this Omega and Nico at the forefront of her mind. It is clear they had some sort of intimate relationship. She did his bidding time and time again, even when she didn’t want to. I try not to feel pity for her as I move through her mind. Her life has not been easy. Just when I am beginning to regret shooting her in the head, I think find what I am looking for. I pause in the memory, trying to get as much information as I can before it is gone. The Omega is standing in a cell at the end of the dungeons with a tray in her hand. I move closer to her so I can easily see her movements. She presses a brick on the wall, and the back of the cel
Liz POV I am curled up in the back of my cell, trying not to make eye contact with the guard standing outside. He is standing close to the bars, licking his lips as he stares at me. Dainn keeps growling at him, but I wish he wouldn’t. He needs to preserve his energy for when we escape. After I attacked Tracy, guards showed up. They haven’t left for anything. There is one outside of my cell and another down the hall. It is hard to tell how many more are down here. I make the mistake of looking in the direction of the guard, and he has his hand down his pants. I can see the steady jerking moves he is making. Vomit rises in my throat, and I have to fight not to puke. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he is making me ill. The guard grunts loudly and pulls his hand from his pants. He wipes his come on his pants and winks at me. A shudder runs through my body, and I tug my legs closer to my body. Resting my head on my legs, I try to hide the fear in my eyes. “
Deimos POV I fall to my knees as my father’s men continually attack me. Duko is providing me with as much strength as he can, but it is not enough to fight off five warriors at once. The one warrior still has a grip on my shoulder, holding me in place. The others are circling me, taking turns biting at my flesh. Darkness is filling my vision, and I am swinging wildly, trying to make contact with any of the wolves. I refuse to give up. Just when I think I cannot take anymore, I feel the warrior on my back being ripped from my flesh. I roar loudly in pain as he takes a piece of my shoulder with him. I stay kneeling on the ground, waiting for the next attack, but it doesn’t come. My vision starts to come back as Duko uses all of his energy to heal me. Squinting my eyes, I look around to see wolves I do not recognize ripping into the wolves that were surrounding me. I stagger to my feet and lean up against a tree. I need a moment to collect myself. Reaching around my back
Deimos POV It is now early the next morning, and the fighting has yet to die down. My leg is aching, and so is my shoulder. Duko has not had time to heal me. But still, I fight through the pain. I have not seen my father or Damon in the battle, but I am sure that he is nearby. How else could he be commanding his forces? I have just plunged my hand into the chest of one of Nico’s warriors and ripped out his heart. It is still beating in my hand as I look around the battlefield. It is littered with bodies, and it is hard to tell who is who. A loud howl comes from just inside the forest. I immediately know who it belongs to. Nico. My father’s forces all raise their heads into the air and begin to retreat, but Osiris’s men aren’t willing to let them go. They continue to attack them as they try to run away. Another loud howl sounds off over the fighting. This time, I take off running toward the sound. My father is calling for his warriors to retreat, and I refuse to let h