No! I begin struggling as he lifts it, and I manage to throw him back. My eyes blaze and suddenly everything in the room is enhanced. My wolf’s eyes! I’m using them! It’s rare for a werewolf to be able to do this, but I guess my emotions are helping me. I manage to throw him off, but not for lon
“Alright look, until this is over, we are all going to live together at my safe house. A place even the guards and my parents don’t have access to.” Sebastian begins as he sits forward, his eyes on Zaia. Her heart skips a beat and I guess that answers my question. I can tell from the crazy pull be
ZAIA. We step into the underground car park when all of a sudden, I feel an intense wave of emotions hit me, sorrow, despair… hopelessness? What is this? I look around the dark car park. The lights above are lit, and nothing is out of place. How strange… I look over at Sebastian. He’s the same
The journey passes in silence. The safe house is more in the woody part of pack territory, so it takes us a good fifteen minutes to get to my old home… When the mansion gates that I never thought I’d see again loom before me, I feel nostalgia hit me hard. Memories of us here fill my mind and my he
“You will, just not right now,” Sebastian says. “There’s a lot we need to discuss prior, and I wonder if you might have any more insight into certain things.” I look at his father, who simply continues working on his laptop, wondering if I should go over or not… I decide to do so and cross the roo
ZAIA. My heart thuds as the King's turn to the man, and the first thing I notice is the change in Aran’s attitude. He swallows, glancing at Sebastian, then at Agatha, almost uneasily. The anger that was displayed on his face seconds ago is gone. “Gerard… you’re here…” Agatha looks stunned as she
I wanted answers from him, but I am also glad the argument that was about to go down was diffused for now. “Father, can I speak to you privately?” Sebastian asks coldly. Perhaps I spoke too soon! “We have guests, Sebastian,” Aran replies, clenching his jaw. “Oh, don’t stop on my behalf, and I wo
SEBASTIAN. The sound of my beating heart thumping loudly in my ears is all I can hear as his words ring in my mind. I am not his son? How is that even possible? I look more like him than Mom… Even if I don’t want to admit it; it is the truth. “What do you mean I am not your son?” I ask quietly,