Rain's POV."So, students, that'll be all for today." Logan's voice booms across the class. Everyone rises up from their seats, hurrying out of the class. Kylie's hot on my tail, clearly curious about what I promised to tell her today.I wink salaciously at Logan as I shoulder past him in front of the class. His eyes burn a track on my skin, and before long, I feel my cell phone ding in my bag. "Are you going to give me the gist already?" Kylie spews out, falling into step beside me. I hold back my grin as I reach out for my phone. "Gosh, I hate that you're making me wait, ugh!" "I told you to be patient, girl...I'm still gonna tell you but it was to be done secretly." I say to her, walking backward in front of her. Her eyes home in on my face, wrinkles marring her features. "Oh, don't say I didn't warn you. You're going to crash into someone..." Just before she could finish, my back crashed into someone. A warbled cry pulls out of my mouth at the impact. A strange kind of dizzi
Logan's POV. "Are you sure she's going to like it?" A deep frown crease my brows as I stare at the array of tulips surrounding the makeshift bed I've made with Lester. We've been on this for a few days and now is the time it gets executed. Sure, my beta and I are ancients, so it's taking a lot for us to know modern things that are suitable for this picnic I want to take my mate on."I guess she will. Didn't you hear what the florist said? Women of this modern age love tulips." I shake my head at him, a snarky response building at the back of my throat. "She said women love flowers, but you chose to go for Tulips." His face twitches somewhere between a grown and resignation. "Well, I was guessing the Luna will acknowledge it." He quips in, shrugging his shoulders. "I hope she does, else I'm gonna make you eat those up." Lester growls at my words but I keep my expression lethal, waiting for him to spill those words lining his mouth. Quickly, he swallows it back, twisting his head
Rain's POV. My eyes are owl-wide at the spectacle before me. I can barely breathe through my nostrils, hence, my parted lips play the role. An array of tulips line the edge of the mountaintop. I step forward, admiring the beautiful flowers with every simple touch. It feels so amazing. Plucking one, I perch over my nose and sniffle, the soft scent radiating throughout my body. I can't believe Logan had this prepared just for me. I navigate through the flowers until I reach the middle where the picnic has been set. Different varieties of foods have been set up on the mat. But what literally threw me off guard was the flowers constructed with four words. I love you, Rain. That has my heart spiking and unthinkingly, I turn and peer up at Logan who's standing stiff behind me.His face is pinched with worry which surprises me. "Is something wrong?" I blurt out, gazing at him and then at the beauty sprawling around me. "I know this isn't enough, baby. Look, being ancient, I barely
Rain's POV. "Right, I'll be there in jiffy," I whisper into my phone and swiftly hang up just as I climb down the stairs of the manor. My heart is palpitating while I'm attempting to sneak away.It's precisely twelve a.m. but Logan has promised me a trip to New York, and I seriously don't want to miss that. Heart in my throat, I watch out for Mrs. Sinai in the living room and kitchen. A grateful sigh shudders from me when I see the coast is here. Then I gravitate to the door surreptitiously and flick the handle. Oh, thank you, goddess, I murmur with a smile inside me just as I make it outside the house. I watch out for the guards. Of course, I already know they'll be roaming the manor grounds, keeping guard but I already know how to escape under their noses. With that, I dive through the hidden spots until I reach the fence ringed with vines and ivy. I hold onto the trellis and climb up, making sure not to slip. I'd gone over this midnight escape over and over in my mind, and t
Rain's POV. Logan takes me around Brooklyn, my eyes are as wide as saucers as I take in the mesmerizing cityscape. I bask in the music and dances of the street entertainers, loving every bit of their show. Our hands are linked together, Logan never intending to let me go. Hm, I love it. I love that he can't stop loving me. And I love the way I love him. Taking the sidewalk, I let him indulge me after throwing a question at him. "So, were these cities in existence centuries ago? How did you find out about it?" And then he launches into a long explanation about how his father once figured out there was someplace other than their packs centuries ago. His father had believed it to be harbored by their kinds but was disappointed when it turned out to be inhabited by humans. The humans were a spectacle to them back then. Just as the Slayers saw werewolves as a spectacle when they found out about the existence of werewolves during their exploration. Logan made me understand that his f
Rain's POV. "Two glasses?" I blurt out, staring at Logan with wide eyes. I can't believe he'd want me to down two glasses of what I'm sure will be alcohol. "Yes, baby. Two glasses! You have any problem with that?" "Certainly!" I gush, flushing at the way the bartender startled at my rushed words. I turn to the guy who seems to be my age mate and flash him a grin. Turning back to Logan, I whisper through gritted teeth. "I could get drunk, Logan!" He brushes into a fit of laughter at my words, his chest vibrating. "Oh, that'd make tonight more fun!""How?" Then Logan leans in and whispers in my ear, "Because drunken sex they say is usually fun and I'd love to try it. With you." He winks at me as he pulls away, making my brows furrow. Jeez, his words are so powerful they make my clit tingle. I find myself swallowing before turning stiffly to the glasses the bartender has served us. I grab mine and before I down a sip, I glare at Logan and murmur just enough for only him to hear. "J
Third Person POV. The mayors all took their respective seats in the dungeon as Sebastian and his crew came in with boxes in their hands. The mayors' bodies were roped with tension. Desperate to hear what news Sebastian brought. They flew all the way here when Sebastian informed them of his return from Greece. "Mayors," Sebastian greeted. "Welcome back, Sebastian," Mr. Fell was the one to respond with words. Mr. Hanks stood up, propping his hands behind him. "I trust you brought good news?" He questioned, body zinging with anticipation. Augustine stood by the side, watching what was happening. The eagerness to get the production of Fomorrh started has him buzzing on the inside. Distant cries of the werewolves rang out throughout the dungeon. A sound they'd gotten used to. "Aye, mayor." Sebastian responded, setting up the box on the table in front of the mayors. The remaining three stood to their feet, inching closer to the table. As Sebastian uncapped the lid, the four pairs o
Rain’s POV.“C'mon, Rain. You look good the way you’re.” Kylie, my best friend, says behind me as she watches me pace the length of my room.I take a moment to pause and swallow down the tension I feel rippling through my body.“Are you sure, Kylie? I wanna look my best tonight.” I state while looking at her with uncertainty.Kylie’s brunette hair cascading down her shoulders bounces as she lifts up her tea-length flowery swing dress and walks close to me.She grabs my hand and pulls me in front of the mirror. My heart surges as I gaze at myself, watching the brown poodle skirt and Peter Pan shirt I’m wearing.I look a bit odd despite knowing tonight’s school dance everyone is expected to dress like those in the 50s.“I’m certain, Rain. You look just as perfect with your Marilyn Monroe hair. Trust me, Killan won’t resist your charm once he sees you tonight.”Her small talk gives me hope and I huff, nodding my head. Killan, the king of our school Oakdale High and his father is one of
Third Person POV. The mayors all took their respective seats in the dungeon as Sebastian and his crew came in with boxes in their hands. The mayors' bodies were roped with tension. Desperate to hear what news Sebastian brought. They flew all the way here when Sebastian informed them of his return from Greece. "Mayors," Sebastian greeted. "Welcome back, Sebastian," Mr. Fell was the one to respond with words. Mr. Hanks stood up, propping his hands behind him. "I trust you brought good news?" He questioned, body zinging with anticipation. Augustine stood by the side, watching what was happening. The eagerness to get the production of Fomorrh started has him buzzing on the inside. Distant cries of the werewolves rang out throughout the dungeon. A sound they'd gotten used to. "Aye, mayor." Sebastian responded, setting up the box on the table in front of the mayors. The remaining three stood to their feet, inching closer to the table. As Sebastian uncapped the lid, the four pairs o
Rain's POV. "Two glasses?" I blurt out, staring at Logan with wide eyes. I can't believe he'd want me to down two glasses of what I'm sure will be alcohol. "Yes, baby. Two glasses! You have any problem with that?" "Certainly!" I gush, flushing at the way the bartender startled at my rushed words. I turn to the guy who seems to be my age mate and flash him a grin. Turning back to Logan, I whisper through gritted teeth. "I could get drunk, Logan!" He brushes into a fit of laughter at my words, his chest vibrating. "Oh, that'd make tonight more fun!""How?" Then Logan leans in and whispers in my ear, "Because drunken sex they say is usually fun and I'd love to try it. With you." He winks at me as he pulls away, making my brows furrow. Jeez, his words are so powerful they make my clit tingle. I find myself swallowing before turning stiffly to the glasses the bartender has served us. I grab mine and before I down a sip, I glare at Logan and murmur just enough for only him to hear. "J
Rain's POV. Logan takes me around Brooklyn, my eyes are as wide as saucers as I take in the mesmerizing cityscape. I bask in the music and dances of the street entertainers, loving every bit of their show. Our hands are linked together, Logan never intending to let me go. Hm, I love it. I love that he can't stop loving me. And I love the way I love him. Taking the sidewalk, I let him indulge me after throwing a question at him. "So, were these cities in existence centuries ago? How did you find out about it?" And then he launches into a long explanation about how his father once figured out there was someplace other than their packs centuries ago. His father had believed it to be harbored by their kinds but was disappointed when it turned out to be inhabited by humans. The humans were a spectacle to them back then. Just as the Slayers saw werewolves as a spectacle when they found out about the existence of werewolves during their exploration. Logan made me understand that his f
Rain's POV. "Right, I'll be there in jiffy," I whisper into my phone and swiftly hang up just as I climb down the stairs of the manor. My heart is palpitating while I'm attempting to sneak away.It's precisely twelve a.m. but Logan has promised me a trip to New York, and I seriously don't want to miss that. Heart in my throat, I watch out for Mrs. Sinai in the living room and kitchen. A grateful sigh shudders from me when I see the coast is here. Then I gravitate to the door surreptitiously and flick the handle. Oh, thank you, goddess, I murmur with a smile inside me just as I make it outside the house. I watch out for the guards. Of course, I already know they'll be roaming the manor grounds, keeping guard but I already know how to escape under their noses. With that, I dive through the hidden spots until I reach the fence ringed with vines and ivy. I hold onto the trellis and climb up, making sure not to slip. I'd gone over this midnight escape over and over in my mind, and t
Rain's POV. My eyes are owl-wide at the spectacle before me. I can barely breathe through my nostrils, hence, my parted lips play the role. An array of tulips line the edge of the mountaintop. I step forward, admiring the beautiful flowers with every simple touch. It feels so amazing. Plucking one, I perch over my nose and sniffle, the soft scent radiating throughout my body. I can't believe Logan had this prepared just for me. I navigate through the flowers until I reach the middle where the picnic has been set. Different varieties of foods have been set up on the mat. But what literally threw me off guard was the flowers constructed with four words. I love you, Rain. That has my heart spiking and unthinkingly, I turn and peer up at Logan who's standing stiff behind me.His face is pinched with worry which surprises me. "Is something wrong?" I blurt out, gazing at him and then at the beauty sprawling around me. "I know this isn't enough, baby. Look, being ancient, I barely
Logan's POV. "Are you sure she's going to like it?" A deep frown crease my brows as I stare at the array of tulips surrounding the makeshift bed I've made with Lester. We've been on this for a few days and now is the time it gets executed. Sure, my beta and I are ancients, so it's taking a lot for us to know modern things that are suitable for this picnic I want to take my mate on."I guess she will. Didn't you hear what the florist said? Women of this modern age love tulips." I shake my head at him, a snarky response building at the back of my throat. "She said women love flowers, but you chose to go for Tulips." His face twitches somewhere between a grown and resignation. "Well, I was guessing the Luna will acknowledge it." He quips in, shrugging his shoulders. "I hope she does, else I'm gonna make you eat those up." Lester growls at my words but I keep my expression lethal, waiting for him to spill those words lining his mouth. Quickly, he swallows it back, twisting his head
Rain's POV."So, students, that'll be all for today." Logan's voice booms across the class. Everyone rises up from their seats, hurrying out of the class. Kylie's hot on my tail, clearly curious about what I promised to tell her today.I wink salaciously at Logan as I shoulder past him in front of the class. His eyes burn a track on my skin, and before long, I feel my cell phone ding in my bag. "Are you going to give me the gist already?" Kylie spews out, falling into step beside me. I hold back my grin as I reach out for my phone. "Gosh, I hate that you're making me wait, ugh!" "I told you to be patient, girl...I'm still gonna tell you but it was to be done secretly." I say to her, walking backward in front of her. Her eyes home in on my face, wrinkles marring her features. "Oh, don't say I didn't warn you. You're going to crash into someone..." Just before she could finish, my back crashed into someone. A warbled cry pulls out of my mouth at the impact. A strange kind of dizzi
Rain's POV.It's almost time. I peel my eyes away from the grandfather clock hanging on the wall in Logan's mansion. A strange kind of darkness surrounding me. The full moon is out, poised to suck the life out of me. My chest is so constricted, that breathing isn't in any way an option. My time on earth is almost over. I guess what I truly am is a curse after all.It's just that no one saw it in that light. If existing means someone else's death, then I shouldn't exist at all especially if it's Logan. He's the only one who ever truly loved me even before I figured out what I truly am. I puff out a long string of breath, my hand reeling over the rose with split thorn I plucked from the garden specially for Logan. Glimpsing at my father, the beta, the healer, and a few of the pack members, I stalk to the pyre that holds Logan's decaying form. The tears rush out of my eyes in rivulet, smearing the makeup on my face. Yes, I applied makeup, the last one I'd ever do. My heart is sullen
Rain’s POV.My legs give out the instant I drop Logan’s bloody form on the couch. I pant through my teeth as tears trickle down from my eyes. It’s almost sunrise, and the pack healer has woken up. He rushes to the alpha, examining his wounds. “What happened?” Ryat asks me from over his shoulders and as I open my mouth to respond no words make it out. Manageably, I shake my head. The man twists his head melancholically before scrambling around to gather his medicine bag. Just then my father and Lester shove into the house. Their bodies were covered with charcoal and grime. Panting heavily, Lester approaches the healer, his face shadowed with worry. “Is he still alive?” Heis husky voice barely vibrates in my ears over my soft sobs. I hold Logan’s hand close to my chest. “That’s what I’m checking, beta…” The man trails off when he shreds off the rest of the fabrics covering the alpha’s wounds. Immediately he sets his eyes on it, a frown curls his lips. He hunkers low and plucks a le