Meredith’s POV“What did you just say to me?”Reid takes a step back. His head tilts backwards as he releases a menacing laugh. It only made me angrier. What was the joke here? What did he find so funny?My heart pounds wildly against my chest, to the point where I fear it might shatter my ribcage. I hoped and prayed that he was just speaking because he had a fucking mouth to do so. Nothing has happened to my father.Nothing can ever happen to my father.Reid’s laughter was so hearty, tears even started to slip past his eye. He places a hand on his chest as he calms down. “Oh, I am sure you haven’t gotten the chance to sit down and see the news with all this madness going on. I suppose I will be the one to break the news down to you.”He inched closer to me, and all I wanted was to push him away. No, actually, all I wanted was to smack him over the head really, really hard, to the point that his skull would crush into a million pieces. I hated him that much and more.Reid is almost f
Roman’s POVTen minutes earlier…I can feel her. She is close by.Despite our broken bond, I was able to track her down, but her traces were getting fainter and fainter. I did not know why, but I could feel this burning sensation at my nape, like I had just sustained a deep cut. I tried to ignore it, but the pain was rather alarming. “Is there something on my neck?” I asked Saul, who was seated right behind me. Caelen shoots me a glance, and I see Saul’s eyebrows furrow through the rearview mirror.“No,” he draws out slowly, clearly confused by my question.I scraped at my neck; the sensation slowly turned into a burning sting, and it was driving me insane. “Are you fucking sure? Check again.”“Bro, I am telling you that there is nothing on your damn neck,” Saul says with clear irritation. There is a moment of silence, and I catch his eyes widening when they fall on my neck once again. “Holy sh*t,” Saul mutters.“What? What is it?” I ask, doing my best to keep my focus on the road a
Meredith’s POVAm I dead?I feel like I am dead.I don’t feel normal. Everywhere is so cold and lonely. Why? I thought I saw a bright light, one so warm and comforting. So why do I feel this way? Why do I feel this hollowness and great fatigue? Why do I feel this great weight on my shoulders, and how do I get rid of it?I just want to finally be at peace. Is that so wrong? Maybe it is.My eyes stay shut, afraid to be parted from what I might see. I am not entirely sure where exactly I am, but I got the feeling that this was neither heaven nor hell.Why is it that when matters come to me, they are always different? Why couldn’t I be normal like everyone else? Why?A tear trickles down my face as I bring my knees up to my chest. I wrap my arms around them and drop my head on them. My shoulders began to shake as more tears spilled out of my eyes like a waterfall. All I wanted was to go home. I wanted to feel the warmth of my blanket and smell the scent of my pillows as I lay in the comf
Caelen’s POV“No!”I lift my gaze as Reid’s roar fills my ears. His eyes are focused on Roman, who has his canines deep in Meredith’s neck. He is marking her.But why would he mark a corpse?My brain wracks for the answer, and when it dawns on me, I curse beneath my breath. Roman is a mad man. He should fucking know that if there is even the slightest bit of life in Meredith, marking her is sure to kill her. Mating was one of the most powerful processes in both Lycan and Wolf history. She is fighting for her life, and marking her would weaken her a great deal.I look around and curse at the sight of all our fallen soldiers. The majority of them have been torn to pieces; others have their necks twisted at odd angles. The bottom line was that they were all dead. I release a breath. I did not even know I was holding in when I saw Saul lying on the cement floor nearby with all his body parts still intact. His chest heaved up and down to show that he was still very much alive. He must h
Saul's POVThe second I peel my eyes open, I instantly regret it. The light was blinding. It seeped into my eyes, threatening to take away my sight. “Easy, Saul.” I recognize the voice as Caelen's. With time, I am able to adjust to the light and find Caelen sitting right beside me.A groan leaves my lips as I sit up. And an even louder groan leaves them when I realize there is another bandage on my head.My attention shifts to Caelen, who appears equally as battered as me. He has a large cut running down his cheek and a large bandage wrapped around his upper torso.“Please tell me we killed that bastard,” is the first thing that leaves my lips as soon as the memories come flooding back into my mind. “Yes, I did.” My head snaps to the left side of the room to find Roman leaning against the wall with his arms folded above his chest. He has his eyes trained on the bed by his side, and I follow his line of vision.Meredith is lying peacefully on the bed, her neck taped and her skin pal
Roman’s POV“Don’t you think it is about time you woke up?” The only response I get is the beating of the heart monitor. My eyelid twitches. A curse escapes my lips as I run my hand through my hair. It's been three days since the whole incident happened. I haven’t been able to get even an ounce of sleep.Actually, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. I would never admit this out loud, but I was terrified. I feared that if I let her out of my sight, even if it was for just a second, I would lose her forever. The image of that day would constantly replay in my mind. Whenever I would shut my eyes, even if it was for a moment, I would see her lying in a pool of her own blood with her throat slit open.Her lifeless eyes would bore into mine, terrorizing me for all eternity. I do not think I would ever forgive myself for putting her in such a situation. Which is why this sleep deprivation was nothing. These past three days without food or water were nothing. I just wanted her to fucking
Saul’s POVMy eyes stay focused on the bag of sand before me. I made no effort to use any protectionbecause, deep down, I wanted the pain. I wanted to feel the hurt, and I wanted to ignore it. It would help with my endurance.Beads of sweat trickled down my head as I continued to throw calculated punches at the bag; each blow was a lot stronger than the last. But it just wasn’t enough; each punch felt weak. Damn it!My mind showcases the mark on Meredith’s neck over and over again, constantly torturing me. It constantly reminded me of my incompetence and weakness. If I had been stronger, if I hadn’t been knocked out so easily, I would not have let Roman mark Meredith.Now she is only his.Goddamn it!I fling my fist with a lot more force than I had anticipated; the bag tears in half and its contents spill before my feet. A scowl pulls the corners of my lips downward as I stare at the pile of sand. Now what am I supposed to pour all my rage on?“I wonder whose face you thought that wa
Meredith’s POVHome.That was what this place was supposed to be.But this place—this wasn’t my home. This was far from it. I barely recognized the land I stood on. The home that I knew was filled with so much joy and laughter. The sun was always high and warm, and smiling faces lifted the faces of even the grumpiest of men. The children would play on the sidewalk while their mothers screamed at them to behave. Which they never would, if I may add. The men would gather around tables in beer parlors, laughing as they cheered with their jugs of beer. The women would fill the local markets, trading and discussing amongst themselves.My home, my kingdom, always had a sense of family.But where I stand now has none of that. The air was filled with the cries of children, the weeping of mothers, and the groaning of fathers. I watched from beneath my hood as my people got whipped on their backs like slaves. Carrying heavy loads on their backs as both men and women assisted in building what