Enya pov
I climb the tree and find a branch sufficient to support my body weight. Not that I have much of it left- I struggle to find food in these parts of the woods. Free land is dangerous, full of rogues and banished monsters, but I love it here. I feel like I belong. I am as much of a monster as they are, but the difference is that they had no choice, while I became one by choice.
My gaze sweeps over the trees and wanders down to the ground. Finally, most of the rogues have moved on, and I don't have to fight off any more. Every day I spend here is like a game with only one outcome- either they die, or I do. I focus on the rogue that's still around; he eats the one I just killed. My day would have been better if that son of a bitch hadn't decided to attack me. Now I have to deal with hunger and a huge open wound on my thigh.
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
ENYAA week ago we got married. I didn't wear the traditional white dress. Instead, one of the Omegas made a beautiful fire pattern dress for me to pay my respects to my father and his tribe.There were too many people around for us to end the evening on a somewhat quiet note. His father walked me down the aisle, Aros was Vince's best man, and my mother helped Brent care for their newborn daughter. My little girl was given the honour of being the flower girl. Yes, we chose to adopt- the child that grew closest to me. We adopted Bella, and since that day, we have been an official family. I think it all worked out for the best- all three of us were robbed of family and found each other when we needed it most.Vince and I decided we don't need a honeymoon- our
Enya povIf it hadn't been for that lovely lady, I wouldn't have been able to accept the news as fast as I did. Everything the pack doctor told me felt like a punch below the belt. Still, I'm glad she told me the truth and offered to tell me more about the history of werewolves. If Mother Nature decided I couldn't have children, so be it.The only person I'm really worried about is Vince. He was at the hospital and stormed off as soon as the doctor told him everything. It's been hours since Aros tried to mind-link him and about thirty minutes since Aros left the packhouse. I hope he finds him as soon as possible and drags this stubborn man home. Vince needs to sit down with me and talk. And while I know the news hurts him- there are some things in life we can't change. And this, unfortunately, is one of them.
Vincent povI'm lost.So fucking desperate for an answer. Or at least for someone to jump around the corner with a camera in hand, yelling "jokes on you".I've been wandering the woods for hours. I don't have it in me to go back to Enya and break her beyond repair. Although she dreaded the possibility of pregnancy, I know she wanted to be a mother later. Neither of us ever had a real family, and now we have no chance to start our own.I hoped that getting some fresh air would help me think, but it doesn't. All I can picture is the pain in her eyes when she encounters a pregnant pack member or one of those kids. Enya is stuck in a place that will constantly remind her of everything she will never have.
Vincent pov Before I leave Enya in the bedroom, I check her forehead to make sure she doesn't have a fever. The fact that she has heat after such a short period of time from the previous one is strange. I have many responsibilities, and I should discuss a few things with Melinda, but instead of getting to work, I take a detour to the hospital. As soon as I open the door, I see a bunch of nurses. They all stop and wait for me to acknowledge them, but I won't. Not because I don't respect them, but these women gave away their plan without thinking that I might hear these rumours. The nurses and some Omegas decided to find out how loyal I am to my mate and basically tried to set up their Luna. I'll deal with them later, now- I'm a man on a mission. I walk past the nur
Enya povI'm speechless. As I stare back at those pitch-black eyes, I forget how to breathe. I notice a shift between the colours in his eyes-Vince is fighting back, but I doubt his wolf will let him have the upper hand. Now that the beast has the upper hand, he'll use it for the alone time he's been trying to get for so long.Damian reaches for the faucet and turns off the water. I don't expect much from a wolf; he's supposed to run on all fours and be an animal, but to my surprise, he acts kind of human. He steps out of the shower, holds my hand as I follow, and reaches for a towel. Though I assume he'd need it, Damian wraps it around my body and grabs another to dry me off."Mate can't walk wet, will catch a cold." He mumbles to himself once again, surprising me so much that I can't beli
Enya povHer words make sense, so do her intentions, but deep down, I'm hurt beyond repair.All my life, I've been nothing more than a puppet in someone's hands, and it was foolish of me to think that would stop. It wouldn't. Sooner or later, someone would find a way to use me as they pleased. The same as my newfound mother did.She can tell me she had only good intentions, but I heard what she said. I heard her claim that she wanted to hear those screams. To me, it sounds more like she desired revenge more than anything else. Maybe we'll get closer and learn to understand each other after a while, but I need time to get there."Vince, can you please walk me to the bedroom? I need some alone time," I don't look at my
Vincent povI accompany Melinda to the kitchen and show her where she can find anything to her liking. Like her daughter, she complains that she is allergic to basil, which makes sense.However, a few details confuse me, and I hope Melinda has the answers I'm seeking. "Melinda, can I ask you a few questions?" I turn to her, but I see half of her body peeking out from behind the refrigerator door.She closes the door and grins at me. Melinda's mouth is covered in frosting. Yeah, a true lady there. I roll my eyes, and my attitude doesn't go unnoticed. "Sure thing, Pussysaurus-Rex." She bursts out laughing. "Sorry, I couldn't resist the temptation to use that brilliant nickname. And don't look at me like that; I've been complaining about being hungry for weeks- my prayers have be
Enya povMy hands tremble, my grip on Vince's hand tightens to the point where I feel him flinch in surprise. But a moment later, I push my mate away from me and free myself from his grip. Step by step, I move closer to his cell. Though Vince is doing his best to hold me back, there will be no end to the suffering of those who hurt me. Starting with the man who pretended to be my father."Vince, Melinda," I whisper, but apparently, I'm loud enough to get their attention. I can't look at my mother, nor can I address her as such. I have no right to do so- I killed the man she loved, I slaughtered my own father and spilt his blood like a pig. If anything, I have no right to be near her, so I cast my gaze to the dirty floor. "I need you both out of here. Please," my voice breaks and tears run down my cheeks as memories flood my mind. Both of the
Vincent povMelinda hasn't changed a bit. She's still the same loving and bubbly personality I remember her to be.On our way to the packhouse, I keep throwing glances at Enya. She's visibly anxious, and while her mother keeps asking questions, the only moment my mate speaks up is to answer a question. She doesn't ask her own questions, though I know she has many. Perhaps in time, I'm sure Enya needs a moment or two to get used to the situation. After all, it's not every day that your dead mother comes back to life and appears in front of you. I couldn't blame Enya because I would react the same way.After a moment of awkward silence, Melinda turns her attention to me. "Vincent, how is your father? It's been a while since I last met Roma. Oh, and I'm sorry about your ste