Logan's POV. "No, I'm afraid, we can not involve ourselves with Sinai!" Aphrodite remarks, rising on her feet. The rest of the witches gather around her, watching me with blazing eyes. Ivy is silent, quietly releasing her anger into the air. Lester, on the other hand, emerges on his feet. Worry grows in his eyes. I turn to face the witches, my eyes pleading. "Please, we need your help to win against them." "It is against our nature to help your kinds, alpha. However, in this case, we can't pit ourselves against the greatest of our kind. A witch stronger than Amelik herself." Silence. Then. "You do not know what it means to have a dark magic. If we choose to fight her...all of us will die." Fear sizzles in the air, coming directly from the witches. I see them glaring at Aphrodite not to accept to do this. They loved their lives and family. That isn't something they're willing to lose. "She killed twelve of our kind. And twelve of yours. Do you know what that means?" She asks me.
Third Person POV. Marcel's mansion is brimmed with burly men. His small army of eight men who were huge like Greek gods. Three among them were wolves. The very first set of men he converted into his army. The rest were humans, sired to him.Marcel basked in their loyalty, something he wished to enjoy once he eradicated Logan and Slayers to become the ultimate alpha. The eight burly men stood before me in a circle as Marcel paced back and forth, waiting for Yato. The school professor had told him about the welcome party taking place tonight and with all pleasure, Marcel wanted to be there. Of course, he didn't want to attend just for the fun of it. He wanted to attend and take the girl whose thoughts had lived rent-free in his mind. Rain, the girl was such a wonder. A beauty to bask, and full of energy someone of his status wanted. Marcel didn't just feel an attraction for her. He was convinced the girl could be his mate. He had always imagined how hurt and betrayed Logan would
Rain's POV. Blood is everywhere. Screams billow into the air and a huge stampede follows. All the students are running around for their lives. My heart pulsates. Panic seizes my thinking ability and I do everything on autopilot. Bullets rain all around us. Glasses shattering, drinks pouring. "Omigod!!!" People cry. I do my best to hide behind a fallen table. My throat closes up, I can't let out a scream even if I want to. For a breath of time, I realize my cheeks are wet. Goodness, I've been crying! Sharp hands dab at my cheeks. I force my gaze to focus so I can find a means to escape. I honestly don't know when I left Yato's side. I don't know if he has been shot or not. Hell, what's going on? I search for my phone to call my father but I can't find it. "Where the fuck are you!!!?" I snap angrily, turning my bag upside down but I can't find anything. The town patrollers, where are they? Frustration tightens my belly. I peek around me, looking as everyone scampers away.
Logan's POV. Yato's body and mine collide with force, but I topple him over. Tackling him to the ground, I land three heavy punches on his face. He grunts in pain.His lips split open and blood oozes in a relentless spiral. He dabs his frail hand over his split lips and watches me with hatred burning in his gaze. “I let you live. I warned you to stay the hell away from her!” Is my roar as he attacks me again. We both crash against the car, the window breaking. The shards of glass cut into my skin. I only grimace. My anger for what could have happened to Rain fueled my next attack.I wasn't about to come for the so-called party but when I heard from Tiago Rain pulled up here tonight, I drove the car down here with vigor. I needed to protect my girl. I needed to see her after a few days of being away. Yato's strength doesn't match up to mine, of course. I grab the nape of his neck and crush his face against the jagged windowsill of the car. A tortured wail slips from his mouth.
Rain's POV. I roar a laugh at Kylie's voice coming through the phone. My feet strut down the scanty hallway that leads to the changing room. I've just finished my sword-training with Logan and I smell like sweat and grime. Even though Nadia seems to have changed in the past few days, we are still pitted to fight against each other. My father doesn't want to relent. As far as I know, his hatred for me still runs deep. I have a few bruises from the attack at Cryptwood manor but he never cared to check on me. He was all in for Nadia. At best, he turned me into Nadia's personal caretaker. Although, Nadia has turned a new leaf. Regardless, it doesn't erase the fact that no matter what I do, our father will never regard me as anything. Nadia is the superior in his eyes. She probably will always be. “No, jokes apart Rain. I can't hear you changing your clothes and the food is getting cold!” Kylie's voice penetrates through my fogged mind. I push through the door of the changing ro
Rain's POV. Three days have gone by and I haven't met with Killan. What should I have done? I've been worried that Killan will expose me like he said he would but I've not heard rumors flying around. I did my very best to avoid coming in contact with him. I also didn't tell Logan. I don't know what he'll do if I tell him. Because of this problem, I've secluded myself inside my room for the past three days until this evening. Mrs. Sinai came earlier bearing an invitation for dinner from the manor. To say I was surprised was putting it lightly. This has never happened before. I've never had breakfast at the manor with my father. Was it him that brought up this idea? I worry my lower lip between my teeth. If my father were the one who organized this dinner, then I wouldn't refuse to show up. Once it was time, I dressed up and moved outside, heading to the manor. The smell of dough blasts into my nose as soon as I walk up the cobblestone stairs and into the manor. The servants
Logan's POV. The servants have gathered my clothes and Lester's that are due for laundry, taking them outside to our car. Today is the town's laundry day and everyone is expected to join. I was surprised to hear about it yesterday because this was our tradition when we were once here. Centuries ago, the event was held at the pack house. Pups and adults would be lingering around, dancing in suds while the musicians played very good music with their instruments. It's unfortunate the Slayers learned of it and adopted it. One of the many things they adopted from us. I put on my gray slack and a black sleeveless shirt before making my way out of the room. I try to call Rain but her number isn't connecting. During dinner last night, I had a feeling something was wrong. I hated that I wasn't able to reach out to her because her father was there. Yet, I can't help but feel worried she's in trouble. Something's eating up at Rain and I must know what. This is one of the reasons I'm goin
Logan's POV. I chase after her, panting hugely. She went towards the back of the clock tower. Using my wolf eyes, I scan the place. Thankfully, it's scanty. I gear up speed, running towards my mate. Kylie has fallen into steps beside Rain, saying something to soothe her. “Rain, wait, girl!” Kylie's voice blares in my ears. She holds Rain's wrist once they've turned the corner, putting a halt to her movement.“Just let me be, Kylie. I promise I'm fine!” She snaps at her friend. I swear, I can hear her heavy, angry puffs of air. From this distance, I can feel the flames of her irritation and anger. Goddess, what in the sky have I done? I shouldn't have let the girls speak to me let alone flirt with me.I curse myself over and over again, running to meet up with them before Rain runs off again. I hope she forgives me for this little mishap. Rain can be a lot more dangerous when she's angry. Once I strut past the turf to turn the corner, I hear Kylie saying. “Believe me, Rain.
Rain's POV. "I told you I'll be there in five minutes, Kylie. Just give me some more time, okay?" I rasp into the phone as I gather my books together into my bag. I'm trying to catch up on all that I've missed since Logan and I went on a trip to the city. "Okay, please...hurry," Kylie mutters and for a moment I pause. She sounds tense. Her voice is clipped. I wonder what happened to her? I sigh and nod even though she can't see me. "Alright, girl." I intone. Once the line goes off, I drop the phone from my ear but I don't stop staring at the screen as I wonder what could've made Kylie so worked up. I exited the library a little faster than I thought and boarded a cab to the nearby Cafe where Kylie insisted we meet. After giving the driver his paycheck and veering around, my eyes scan the area. It's midday, so the Cafe seems a little empty. Through the wall-to-ceiling windows, I see Kylie in the far corner, biting her nails. Instantly, I deduce something's wrong. Kylie never bi
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