Ian slaps his hands over his mouth, catching the hint from his brother and working to raise a bit of hysteria on his own face as well. Of course, both boys know that their father is alive – they can feel it, inside of themselves. But they also know how gravely wounded he is.Still, they sense that t
“Nothing’s wrong,” Ian says, shrugging, drawing Alvin’s gaze back to him. “That was just awesome.”Alvin freezes for a moment and then both boys start to laugh. Brent crosses his arms, not joining in, pissed off to be under these kids’ control. “You have to teach me how to do that!” Ian says, jumpi
“We need to get him out of here,” she says, looking to the boys. “What’s the situation upstairs? Specifically – where are Joyce and my father?”“We tied them up,” Ian says, looking up into her eyes. “Them and four Betas, in the command room.”Evelyn just blinks, shocked, at her boys. “Seriously?” sh
Outside of the house, Rafe paces back and forth in front of the line of Hummers. Victor’s Beta army – all of those who are not injured or otherwise incapacitated – are here, anxiously awaiting their orders. A group of them continues to attack the weak entry points to the Walsh home, but they’re con
“Why should I let you free, dad,” Evelyn says. “Clearly, you don’t have my best interests at heart. You imprisoned me, imprisoned my sons, tried to use me as bait to lead Victor to an easy death. Why would I untie you if you have no respect for my family or my life?”“You owe your fealty to me, Evel
Moments after I meet Rafe on the field, a group of us are rushing back towards the house. Rafe is shouting commands down the line of the radio on his shoulder, ordering one of the re-fueled helicopters to come to the back lawn.I’m at the head of the group, leading the way back to the house, Rafe be
I feel the eyes of Victor’s troops on us as we move. They are a silent mass, but I can almost feel their sadness, their worry, their support. Victor has done so much for them, for these members of his pack. Given them jobs, livelihoods, purpose. He would never, ever abandon them as my father was pre
Sixteen hours later, we’re still in the hospital, waiting for news.My head hangs, my chin almost touching my chest as I listen to the clock in our private waiting room click. And click. And click. The seconds trip slowly by.Ian leans against me, Alvin sprawled across my lap. Both, thankfully, are