Lila’s POV “Where is my daughter?!” I heard a growl coming from the front entrance of the hospital. Enzo stood to his feet quickly as Raymond stalked into the waiting room. As soon as he saw Enzo his eyes darkened, and his tip lip curled up in disgust. “How dare you not inform me that my daugh
The doctor looked hesitant for a moment; he glanced at Raymon as if asking permission, which pissed Val and me off. After a brief moment, Ray finally nodded at the doctor and he seemed to have relaxed. “Okay; well, Rachel is out of surgery, and she did very well,” he said, a light smile on his l
Lila’s POV What did Scott remember that he wanted to tell all of us? Did he remember who manipulated his mind and tried to frame him for murder? This could be huge; he could potentially save Rod from a horrific fate if what Enzo suspected was true. I didn’t want to believe that Rod was guilty of
“Come on,” Alex said harshly before I could speak another word. I wanted to tell Miss Tinsel off, though I knew it wasn’t in my best interest to do that. Whatever was going on around this school was already destroying it, I wasn’t going to partake in destroying the rest of my education here. “We
Third Person POV Scott lay on the small cot, staring at the ceiling as he’d done for the past few days. There wasn’t much to do in the jail cell; there wasn’t much he could do. Had visited him and he was pleasantly surprised by how concerned and caring he seemed. According to Alpha Enzo, his fat
“That’s wonderful news,” he said. His father patted him on the back before turning to the officer. “Can we uncuff him now?” His father asked. “He still hasn’t been officially released yet,” the officer said, pressing his lips firmly together. “But he will be and he’s going to need his wolf t
Lila’s POV The drive to the Calypso packhouse was fairly quiet. We had to take two separate cars. Alex took Sarah and Brody; and Enzo took Kayla, Becca, Luis, and me. The three of them squeezed into the backseat. It wouldn’t be long before Scott was released from jail. Apparently, he called my f
“I’m not sure how you like your tea, so I also brought some sweeteners, honey, and milk,” she continued as she placed all the stuff on the table for us to grab. “Thanks, Dee,” I said kindly. “Oh, everybody. This is Deanna; the packhouse mother,” I introduced. “But everybody calls me, Dee,” she a