Any guesses on what would happen if/when Malcolm sees Reno? Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
Hector’s POVMalcolm’s outburst was the most forceful display of emotion I had ever seen coming from him, and for a moment, as he drew even closer to me, leaning over and shortening the distance between our faces that my table had imposed—I almost flinched.The thought crossed my mind briefly as I s
Hector’s POVEven the Deltas guarding Reno flinched at the caustic, almost sarcastic edge to her tone. The tension in the room also immediately drew taut, and we all turned to look at Malcolm who, in turn, studied the woman who’d trussed up his daughter to the Hunters after conniving with them. Th
Hector’s POVAt first I thought Malcolm was joking, and I stood my ground waiting for him to call his bluff, even as he turned and started to walk in the direction we had just come from. Surely, I found myself thinking as he turned down a corner and walked out of sight, he hadn’t thrown that tantru
Hector’s POVLu’s hospital room was an almost stark contrast to Layla’s, with its white painted walls, the harsh fluorescent lighting and an antiseptic smell that seemed to permeate everything, giving me a slight headache. It had been well over twenty-four hours since Malcolm and I emerged from the
Immediately, her eyes turned hard, brittle, and the half-smile that’d started to appear on her lips wilted as she gazed from Malcolm to me, and then back. I could read the betrayal in her eyes as her face crumpled with realisation—an effect that was only emphasised by the fact that the Crimson Shad
Hector’s POVThe cotton summer dress she wore bellowed at her as she ran determinedly in Malcolm’s direction with something glimmering in her hand—something sharp—and instinctively, I opened my mouth to Command her to stop. I could feel the Authority of my position bubbling inside me like a kettle
But there weren’t.“You’re… an… a–abomination,” Reno croaked, rubbing at her throat, and Malcolm sighed.She continued. “You and your kind—your daughter, your granddaughter, all of you… FREAKS! You’re blights! Stains on the werewolf species that should never have happened in the first place—!”“Mar
Hector’s POVIt all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye—the shrieking cacophony of the machines that enveloped the entire room, threatening to drown out Reno’s screams as she rushed to Lu, whose convulsions only grew in violence. The youngest Fabrini thrashed around in the bed, and her eyes whi