Lila’s POV “What are you talking about?” Rachel asked, emerging from her room and surprising us both. “Rachel,” Becca greeted, giving her a faint smile. “It’s nice to see you. Feels like it’s been forever.” “I was only in my bedroom,” she said with a shrug, plopping down on the couch beside he
I stood up quickly, moving in a way that spilled some of the popcorn on Rachel’s lap. “Hey!” She said, frowning and eating the fallen cornels. “Sorry,” I murmured. “I’m just not in the mood to watch a movie tonight. I’m going to head to bed.” “Okay, goodnight,” Becca said with a worried frown.
“You think it’s darkness? The one that Hazel was sensing. The one Jazzy conjured?” I asked, my heart beating painfully in my chest. “I think the only way you can know for sure is by asking the guardian orb.” “I can just ask the orb? Do you think it’ll talk to me?” I asked curiously, still starin
Lila’s POV “Where?” I asked, quickly standing to my feet. “Where is this darkness?” “I cannot say,” she said, a quizzical look in her eyes. “Darkness is such a powerful force that it feels as if it is everywhere, and yet nowhere.” “But you are sure that it’s here?” “Yes,” she answere
The sight alone was stomach-wrenching, but the scent made me want to vomit. I looked around, knowing that I was in the calypso pack dungeon; though, I had never actually been down here before. I’m not even sure how I ended up here, but it seemed that my father didn’t notice that I was there.
Enzo’s POV “Do you need my assistance at the police station?” Beta Ethan asked over the phone. I was in the car, heading to the station, as we spoke. I couldn’t get the look Lila had given me out of my head. She was so certain that Scott was innocent and oddly enough, as much as I hated Scot
“Has he ever expressed to you feeling angry or rage he can’t explain?” Emmet snapped me a look and I worried he would strike at me; I prepared myself in case he did. “I thought you said you believed he didn’t do this,” he said, trying hard to control his temper. “I do,” I assured him. “B
Enzo’s POV “What do you mean you killed them?” I asked, stepping closer to him. He seemed to have recoiled away from me, not wanting to be near me. “I killed them,” he said, staring down at his hands. “I remember killing them. I remember feeling angry and then I killed that girl. I ate h