Vincent pov
"Vince?" The voice beside me startles me, and I almost flinch. I place a hand over my heart and exhale deeply. "Where are you going?" The question throws me off. Where am I going to go? Out for a run? To the nearest bar to get more drinks since I haven't drowned my misery yet? On an endless mission to find her, even though so many attempts have been unsuccessful? That's a good question- where am I going?
I turn and look at Aros. Not much has changed; there's still worry in his eyes. I can't bear the guilt I feel for the things my best friend is going through because of me, so I avert my gaze. "I have to let Damien run. It's been a while," I lie. It's not about running, not anymore- every time we leave the packhouse, I check all our borders, hoping like a fool that I'll run into her nearby. Just for a moment, Hell, a second would do. I want to
Enya pov The last thing I remember... The woods, free lands and the wolves. Giant feral wolf, attacking me just as one did the night of the ritual ambush. My lungs burn, and I can't open my eyes. I try to move but soon realize I'm sitting in a chair; my ankles are tied to the chair legs, and my arms are tied behind my back. I don't see anything, but judging by the excruciating pain, I can't be dead- the pain will always be there to remind me how alive I can be. Great, fucking fantastic. What's even better is the fact that I'm obviously not alone. "She's awake." I have no idea where I am, but all I can say is that I'm in a room, and the person who spoke is standing pretty far away from me. At least the crazy person isn't trying to get too close or hover over me. I hate it when
Vincent povNow it makes sense. Now, it makes so much sense that I'm feeling physically sick. All the time Enya's been under my roof, we haven't heard from Red. The Alliance terrorised a lot of packs, but none of the attacks was led or supported by Red, which was suspicious enough. They never had their army move out unless that shithead stood before them and told everyone what to do. And now they're telling me Enya was Red all along? MY person, MY woman, and the angel who put me out of my misery was to blame for the suffering, to begin with? I fell for an actual enemy? Was that what she was trying to tell me every time she pointed out that we were enemies? She wanted to warn me, she tried to confess, and I never cared enough to listen to her. Am I the bad guy, or is she to blame for this mess? I don't know what to feel anymore.I stare at her face as the
Enya povI knew this day would come. Sooner or later, it would come, and Vincent would find out who I was. I tried to tell him I wanted to warn him, and I even ran away just to escape this moment. But life is a bitch as it is, and I'll never be able to escape the day when my life goes downhill. There's no point in thinking about the beautiful moments we shared. I can't rely on the memories of how he held and kissed me every time like I was the centre of his universe. Although those moments made life worth living, I knew they wouldn't last. I stare at his back, wondering what to do. I don't want to fight anymore, I've had enough of violence, and I refuse to spill any more blood.Vincent clears his throat and brings me back to reality. "So, what's it going to be?" Is he that eager to find out if I'm going to keep killing his people or if I'm g
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENT SCENES AND A DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. PLEASE, READ THIS ONLY IF YOU'RE 18+Enyoy xVincent povI stand in the middle of the arena, scanning the crowd forming around me. I never really thought about how many shifters were in my pack, as I see a few every day, but now the realization hits in. Hundreds of shifters of all ages sit in their seats, eager to see the end of this fight. My gaze settles on Katie, who has taken a seat in the front row and is eagerly waving her hand at me. As if I need her support.I close my eyes and beg the Moon Goddess to help me with this. I don't want to fight Enya, but I can only prove my position here by doing just that. As Alpha, I am t
Vincent povAs I walk down the long hallway and near the cell of the woman we both feared and despised for years, I can't help but hate the gift of heightened senses.The stench of rotting blood and flesh assaults my nostrils like a wave of bad memories. I notice the metal bar of her cell doors and pause to take a deep breath. She's there, probably waiting for me to come. Or begging her own Gods to keep my kind away from her. I wouldn't be surprised, especially after all those things I did to her.My legs carry me to her. My instincts beg me to run to her, to hold her, to tell her that all will be well. But I can't; I'd be damned if I'd ever give in and let her out of that cell. If I gave in to my heart's desire, my family, friends, and pack would fall faster than I could react. One day, the Alli
Roma povI notice Enya looking at me as she hangs on the wall. I feel bad for the kid; she's not as bad as everyone thinks. It's just that her life wasn't really in her hands. Decisions were made for her, and choices were taken without her being around. I've always believed that there is more to a person than meets the eye. This kid is just another example of how right I have been all along. She may think I'm asleep, that I didn't hear the exchange of words between her and my son, but I heard it all. Every word that passed her and Vincent's lips. It's a shame that the two of them found each other only to let everything and everyone get in their way. I'll never understand young people. Ever.I watch her as she takes one look at me and immediately turns her face away. She looks rough, beaten to a pulp, and still breathing. It's not long after my son leaves
Roma povI stare at the kid as if I have just noticed some kind of miracle. I clear my throat and speak up. "I heard what you just said, but I could swear by the Moon Goddess that your words sounded like you didn't fight." Though I probably sound like an old fool, I ignore it all. How could this young woman, of all people, enter the arena- go against my son and refuse to fight him? Is this a joke, or does she have hidden masochistic tendencies?Enya giggles as I stare at her, my jaw dropping. "That's probably because that's exactly what I said." Finally, a faint smile spreads across her lips, warming my heart. No matter how many people tell me she's a killer, I know she has a bright soul. Enya is the kind of person who walks into the room, pushes aside her sorrow and makes everyone feel better. She is the ray of sunshine for everyone whos
Enya povThe moment the guards release me from the chains and cuffs, I swear I feel like I've been reborn. I've never felt so free as I do now.My gaze wanders to Roma, who sighs as he sits down on his bed. I know he only wants the best, but his efforts will never turn into success. He can help anyone but me because I don't want to be saved. Roma is a wonderful man, even though I didn't initially think so as I do now- he has proven to be the kindest and most understanding person I've ever met. He has made my journey that little bit more special.The guards replace the old iron cuffs for shiny new ones and tug at them as they drag me on. There's no need to be aggressive because I don't bother to fight back or run away, but I guess this is the side of them I haven't seen before-the ug