Adelia's Point of View Despite our argument earlier, Michael carried on following me into the woods. Kept a healthy pace behind me at all times. Blood surged through my body. Legs ached as I crossed the 4-mile line. My time spent cooped up in the compound had done me no favors. Or I was just not getting into the right pace. The right rhythm. Either way, I kept pushing forward without thinking too much about it. Behind me, Michael barely even breathed. Had his rhythm so wonderfully under control that I couldn't hear him. Only the steady crunch of his feet told me- "You aren't keeping your chin straight and your back is slightly hunched forward. Try focussing on those areas," He called and I ground my teeth. Like he could hear my thoughts. Or read my body language. I hissed back at him. Increased my pace to a run, no longer a jog. The burning in my lungs felt pleasant. Washed away all of my other thoughts. Until he spoke again, keeping pace like it was nothing to him. "Fine. D
Siya's Point of View"Don't do this, Siya! She already flayed you like a fucking fish! Your back is barely fucking healing! If she catches you doing this..." Killian ground out behind me. His footsteps echoed down the hall. Vibrated down my bones.I gritted my teeth but carried on walking."She is going to know something is up if you do this. She'll go out of her way to find Adelia again, just to punish you in the process. Or worse, she'll think you helped her to escape!" He seethed. But remained firmly behind me.Never dared touch me as I cruised down the long halls of the outer wing.This was the wing most of our men stayed in. Divided up into quadrants and squad quarters. An easier way to navigate all the lackeys who fell beneath us. First came the man who had survived the attack. The only fucking survivor. The fool should rather have taken his own life than cling to his miserable fate now. By the time I was done with him, he would pray to the goddess that he hadn't been spared.O
Siya's Point of View Gerald was trembling by the time I had unplugged most of his machines. With wide eyes and thin lips, he watched me wordlessly. Spit seeped out of the corners of his mouth, like a rabid dog about to be put down. The fear in those wide eyes of his sent thrills down my body. Woke up the most wicked side of me. "Ah, I read in your file that you are on the mend. How is that gunshot feeling?" I asked, a large grin forming on my face. His eyes shuddered. Scanned the empty room and the dead monitors all around him. "Bet... Better, thank you, captain." He replied, voice hoarse. Breathless. Afraid. I nodded slowly. Turned on my heel and looked at the door. Marched toward it before slamming the lock into place. On the other side, I heard Killian swearing several times over. "I'm glad. So glad that you remained alive during the entire thing, just so you could report back to me. The goddess must find you favorable indeed." I mused, twisted back to look at him with anot
Michael's Point of ViewShe was spectacular.A lithe runner's body. Silky hair darker than a raven's wing. Piercing blue eyes that left me gasping every time I stared into them.Bottled lightning. The kind that I had never found before.And when I pressed her backside into me, breathed in her smell, I thought my entire world might fall apart right then and there. How I managed to speak at all was beyond me.The director of special forces would never have been so disarmed by someone's mere presence. Not even to mention the way my body screamed at me to be near her. Touch her. Run my hand through her hair and hear my name whispered on her lips.All my future plans melted away in that moment alone. Dissipated with zero effort.But I had forgotten about her other hand. Still free. Still deadly. And the fucking thing found my side easily enough. A sharp-tipped finger pierced between the two plates of my armor. The only vulnerable seam in my entire get-up.I hissed out a breath and let her
Adelia's Point of ViewBy the time I stopped running, I was well outside of our pack boundaries. Had managed to reach the outskirts of Half-Moon pack, another pack run by Eiecrunt. My heart hammered inside my chest relentlessly. But the sweet ache of my muscles kept my mind at bay. Wouldn't give me enough reprieve to let my brain wander.I was a good fucking three hours from home.Had it really been that long? In my wolf form it was easy to cover that great a distance without noticing. We became so in tune with everything around us that time almost... stopped existing for us.Trotting to the center of town, I noticed heads turning my way. Sneers marked their faces, as they always did when someone from the outside came in.They had a long and messy history, to say the least. Hated that Eiecrunt killed their former Alpha, despite him being a royal cunt. Alvara's ex-husband, to be precise. Although his pack never thought so. Well, not the well-off side of his pack.I strode up the now-f
Adelia's Point of ViewThey sent Michael. Fucking Michael.Even after he had told Ulrich what happened in the woods, they thought it would be for the best if the human came to get me. Walked right into a pack that hated outsiders to begin with and loathed humans beyond reproach.What were they thinking? Were they even thinking? Because from the looks of it, they weren't.Alvara wouldn't have approved this. Not in a million fucking years. Ciaran must have done this to punish me. There was no other way.Michael was shifting from foot to foot as he waited for me out in the foyer. The receptionist looked uncomfortable at his presence. Glanced his way time and time again. Leaned forward, no doubt making herself smaller than she was.At least he wasn't in his combat gear. Donned normal clothes that were cut precisely to his body. Clearly tailored. A man with fine taste, then. Or someone who saw wearing anything but tailored clothes as a sin.Either way, I couldn't help the scowl that warpe
Adelia's Point of View The silence broke after another hour. Either because Michael was growing bored or because he no longer felt comfortable in it. I didn't know which but at the sound of his hard-timber voice, my insides flipped. As if I had forgotten the sound of it within the last hour. "Where did you grow up?" He asked. A mundane question to most. But not to me. Hell, it only scraped open a scab I had wanted gone for a long while. Breathing out, I twisted my legs to the side. Got a bit more comfortable in my seat. "Everywhere. My parents never believed in staying in one place for too long. Now I think I know why," I replied, keeping my tone light. Our earlier scrap could wait for now, then. We would most certainly hash it out once we were back safely in Lover's Quarrel. "And why is that?" "Because my mom is part of an exceptional bloodline that allows her to heal anyone she touches. She can even knock them out to help make the process go faster. And according to what
Michael's Point of View I had two days to get to the bottom of what had happened the night they took her. Two days and I had to set off on some ludicrous mission for Phaedra. Which wasn't enough time in the slightest. "Throwing someone in the kennels isn't going to solve all of your problems, Siya," Killian growled, following me back down the hall and out of the medical wing. "You heard the man. She went willingly. She took Nessa willingly. What more do you want to know?" Bristling, I ground my jaws together. Took a sharp left and headed for the other side of the compound. "He still didn't do his job. Why do I need incompetent wolves to think they can get away with something like that?" I seethed back. She had left. Granted, I didn't blame her. I would have done the same, regardless if she was my mate or not. Knew that freedom meant everything to wolves. But a pack meant more. And that's exactly what I thought we had become. A pack. Stopping short of entering the barracks, I f