I turned to look at him and I dropped his arm that was still in my mouth and he looked down at that point realizing that his arm wasn't there any more. He tried to scurry backwards, away from me when I jumped on him and tore his throat open. I turned around and there was a barrage of gunfire that we
"Baby. I need you to shift back. We need to get out of here." Jackson says leaning over me. "Oh my god." Aria says coming to the cell. I tried with every bit of strength that I had left and shifted back. So Jackson was able to pick me up and he carried me out of the building. Aria and Wyatt fol
JACKSON POV As soon as we got off the boat Edward, Stefan and Damon saw me carrying Taylor and they knew that something had gone terribly wrong. We successfully blew up the island, but they weren't expecting this. They helped me get her to the car and I got in the backseat while Isaac drove. I kn
"Alpha. I'm sorry to interrupt. But it's the President." Isaac says handing me the satellite phone. "Hello." I say. "Where's Taylor?" He asked immediately. "She can't come to the phone right now." I say. "I don't care. Put her on. She's the only one that I deal with." He insisted. And I growled
TAYLOR POV ************** Standing outside our packhouse, it looked completely restored. Like nothing had happened to it in the first place. It didn't look like it was reduced to rubble at the hands of Evan and his mighty witch. I was standing at the front of the packhouse looking down the mountai
"Well, we'll just have to make sure that it comes true then." He says. "It won't come true. Our pack will never be rebuilt again. No one will want to go back there again." I say. "You never know. It might happen. Or we can build somewhere else. It doesn't matter where we are, as long as the pack i
I was finally allowed to leave the hospital the following morning and we were going to be staying at the packhouse while we were here. Jackson took me up to our room as soon as we got there and we got settled in. He was so interested in my dream. He was treating it like it was actually a fact, lik
"Yeah. Just needed some fresh air." I say. "You're smoking. That's not really fresh air." He says. "Yeah. I know. But it's a good excuse." I say sitting on the chair that was there. And Jackson sat next to me looking around. And noticing all the guys that kept looking towards us. And I heard a lit