“Come on boys,” my mother says, reaching down to take Alvin and Ian’s hands. She shoots Emma a worried look as she does so. “Let’s let the grown-ups talk for a minute, we’ll go outside and see the lake.” “No.” Victor says, keeping his eyes on my father. “My children will stay with me.” My eyes fla
My eyes widen with shock, my breath shuttering. What? A quick glance at Victor tells me that he is equally ignorant about what’s going on. How can – “Tell me, Victor,” my father says, falling into a more casual stance that mocks Victor’s ignorance and powerlessness. “What is it, precisely, about th
Victor’s face likewise goes pale. The two of us must look like ghosts, standing here before my father, who chuckles at the shock on our faces. “Welcome home, Evelyn,” he says, moving forward to press a kiss against my cheek. “You have been returned to your previous status as an Alpha female and my a
“She is mine,” my father says, still not looking at us. “My woman, my wolf. She is a high-ranking member of my pack and is thus under my protection.” We can see the sneer on his face, lit by the fading sun. “I’m not sure,” my father continues, “that I believe that you’ve proven that you can protect
“Let’s go,” Victor says, stomping across the gravel drive. The Betas rush into motion, getting into cars, starting engines. Beta Stephen pauses, looking up at the stairs. “Sir?” He asks, waiting for Evelyn to emerge from the house. “She’s not coming,” Victor growls, sliding into the driver’s seat.
Victor and his team of three move stealthily through the woods. Victor takes the lead, crouching and scanning the darkness, but all seems peaceful. The Betas creep quietly behind, rifles in their hands, the night-vision sights pressed to their eyes. They move swiftly but carefully, taking no chances
Peering up at the house, Victor sees the room’s bay window, which he had noted on the blueprints. Perfect. He unhooks a rope with a small grappling hook from its place on his belt, spinning it in his hands for momentum. As he tosses it up to stick to its spot on the second story, Victor prays, silen
As I regain my feet, Victor grasps my hand and pulls me to my bedroom door. The alarm is blaring – I’m struggling to think beyond it. He cracks the door open, peeking outside, and slams it shut. “Shit,” he says. “What?” “Your fathers Betas, coming down the hall. Quick, Evelyn, is there another way