JACKSON'S POV The smell of blood still lingered in the air as I pushed myself forward. For a while, I stood in the center of the battlefield, breathing heavily. My chest heaved up and down as I took in the damage around me. It pained me that I had lost a lot of my men. My pack had fought greatly, b
JACKSON'S POV The world around me blurred as I sprinted through the corridors of the pack hospital. The sound of my footsteps echoed down the hall as I walked down in anger. I couldn't believe it. Elise was missing. The thought of this disturbed me deeply. How could this happen? How could I let
GINA'S POV I watched as Jackson walked away from my hospital room. With his shoulders slumped, he looked like a wounded puppy. Poor thing. He paused at the door, turning slightly as if he wanted to say something more, but then seemed to think better of it. His face was clouded with confusion and
FERRIS' POV The commotion outside was loud enough to wake me up from sleep, even though my house was a bit secluded from the rest of the pack. I blinked my eyes open, instantly alert. The Lycan in me stirred, sensing something was wrong. I could hear the distant shouts, the chaos, and I knew this
ELISE'S POV The loud noise outside my cell woke me up from sleep. My body was sore from lying on the cold metal bed. The smell of rotting food and damp walls filled my nose. I slowly sat up, trying to make sense of what was going on outside. I blinked feeling very disoriented, as I watched the gu
ELISE'S POV Years ago, I found myself seated at the long dining table with my parents around me. The air as filled with sounds of my parent's laughter and the smell of food. Their presence warmed me up inside. I must be dreaming. This was years ago. I haven’t felt this warmth in what feels like a
ELISE'S POV The darkness was suffocating. I couldn't see anything but it. My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart raced as the flashbacks flooded in my head. I was that little girl again, helpless and afraid while being kidnapped by those rogues. The feeling of being trapped, of being powerl
I knew I had to keep moving. I bit my lip, gritting my teeth against the pain as I forced my legs to move. Each step was more painful than the last. The pain in my ankle was unbearable. Every step I took sent waves of pain up my leg but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not with the sound of footsteps echoi