ZORDON'S POVI watched her walk away, and I ran my fist into the wall. Her words replayed in my head. I knew she was right, but what choice was I left with? Stefan was offering to be the scapegoat. I wasn't going to send someone else when I already had him volunteering to do it. I looked around to ensure nobody had witnessed what had just happened between us. She said that I was doing it for myself. Oh, how wrong she was. I was doing everything to ensure the danger stayed away from her. I didn't want to put her in a situation where she would have to fight and get hurt. She didn't deserve that. She was too precious to me to get hurt. She needed to be protected. Maybe she was right, or perhaps I was a coward, but I had finally found something that made me want to live again; she brought so much colour to my life. I would not risk losing her again. She meant the world to me, and I was going to do everything to keep her safe. My phone beeped, and I looked at it. It was a text from Xav
DAISY'S POV I dropped onto my bed and decided that it wasn't worth it to hold all of these emotions in. I closed my eyes and let the tears break loose. I was so tired of acting like I was strong and unaffected by everything that was going on around me. I cried until I fell asleep. I woke up to feeling a warm hand on my bare skin, and I opened my eyes. My blurry vision needed a second or two. I blinked continuously. I rolled my eyes when I saw him. I dropped back on my pillow, but he dragged the pillow away from me. "Were you crying? Daisy, c'mon, you don't need this. Why would you cry yourself to sleep?" he urged me."I don't want to talk about it. What do you want?" I challenged him, grabbing my pillow from him and turning away."I was harsh earlier and some of the things you said were true. I was being selfish, and I know that now, but I need your help, maybe your advice even," he suggested to me. I decided to give him a li
DAISY'S POVWe ate our meal in silence after that. I hadn't understood the gravity of what we were doing until now. He was right. It felt like the weight of the world rested on our shoulders. And my was it heavy. I looked at him, and he seemed as calm as he did on a regular day. I didn't know how that was possible. It was almost like he wasn't bothered by any of it. He was so used to this tension that it looked like he wasn't affected by it. I ate slowly, and then he got up. He peered at me, his countenance cold as ice."We need to go now," he muttered.All I did was nod like a dummy. I grabbed my phone and headed out with him. This was one of the few times that I had seen him drive. I got into the front seat and stared at him. He reached for my seatbelt, buckling it before I had the chance to object. I rested in my seat and closed my eyes. I felt the car move out of the compound. I rarely left the compound, and I should have been enthusiastic about having to explore the outside wo
ZORDON'S POV I glanced at her, unsure of what exactly drew me in. Was it her stubbornness? Or maybe it was the way she made me feel like the only man alive? I turned the steering wheel, guiding the car onto a quieter road. "Where are we going?" she asked. "I told you we have a couple of stops along the way. This is one of them," I said, keeping my eyes on the road. "When we get there, I need you to stay in the car. I'll go in alone. No matter what happens, do not follow me. Lock the doors and wait. I'll knock twice when I return. Not once. Not three times. Twice. If you don't hear that, drive away. Don't think. Don't hesitate. Just drive." "This sounds bad. Tell me, where exactly are you going?" "Somewhere we don't visit on ordinary days," I replied. "And I need you to keep this between us. If Dexter's pack is really working with dark witches, then we need to consult our own and fight fire with fire." "You mean we have to work with witches too?" she asked, her voice risi
ZORDON'S POV This bitch was mad if she really thought that this was not such a big deal. She wanted me to give up my next child to her. Just like that? What? Was she going to eat the fetus? Or use it for some sick ritual? This was preposterous. "No. This is not a small price to pay. What am I supposed to tell her? 'Sorry babe, but I made a deal to give our unborn child to a witch?' No, I cannot do that!" I huffed. "There won't be any gruesome removal, if that's what you're thinking. I will take the child before your mate even knows it was inside her. She'll just think it's another miscarriage," she said simply. "Take the bracelet, and I'll handle the rest." "And if I change my mind?" "You can't," she said, her voice chilling with mischief. "You don't have to take the deal. But know that it's either her life or the life of a child you haven't even created yet." "Are you saying that there's a chance Daisy might die?" I gulped. "There's a strong possibility," the witch cackled.
DEXTER'S POVI stepped out of the bathroom and saw Xavier sitting on my bed. What the fuck was he doing here?He was getting even more annoying by the day.The only reason I still tolerated him was because I needed him. That was the unfortunate truth.He closed the book in his hand and looked me over."Good to see you're done with your self-isolation and your not-so-subtle drinking problem," he said."I don’t have a drinking problem. I just needed space to clear my head. Ever heard of knocking?""I knocked. You were too busy scrubbing off your shame to hear it," he grinned, making my stomach churn. I rolled my eyes, grabbed the book from him, and set it on the nightstand."What do you want, Xavier?""I arranged a meeting tonight — with Zordon. I asked him to come alone. I think he will. Once he's there, we end it. With him gone, the Deathlcaw pack crumbles. This will all be over before it truly begins.""You really think Zordon is dumb enough to fall for your trap?""Yes. I've played
ZORDON'S POVI didn't like the way Xavier was grinning at me. The manner in which he was looking between Daisy and me, I could tell what he was thinking. He was going to kill her so that I would suffer. I had to do something to make him believe Daisy was nothing more than a female to keep me company when I was horny.I glanced at Daisy and realized that someone was standing next to her. I moved toward her instinctively."No," Xavier snapped. "One more step, and she dies.""I don't care what happens to her," I said flatly, trying to shift his focus."Oh, but you do," the stranger beside Daisy spoke. "You care too much. You can drop the act."“I can tell you love her,” Xavier chuckled. "You're mistaken. She's nothing to me. Her sole purpose is to warm my bed, hold me at night, and play the part of a sex toy. That’s all she is. Warm pussy and warm pussies are replaceable. If you kill her, I'll just take something else Dexter loves.” I raised my voice, “Dexter! I know you're here. Show y
DAISY'S POVIt was the first time in my life I heard Zordon scream. The pain in his voice — it was unbearable. I could feel it. It was as though his body was collapsing in on itself, bones breaking against his will, until suddenly, he was sent flying across the field.I ran toward him, but I couldn't reach him. He was trapped. Bound by a spell. And the rage that surged through me was like nothing I'd ever felt. It was new. Raw. Explosive.My feet moved on their own, and before I realized it, I was standing in front of one of the witches. She smirked like she was ready to quarrel with me, you know say something witty or cast one of her spells on me, but I didn't give her a chance to speak. My fist drove into her chest. She gasped, her breath leaving her lungs as I pulled my hand back. Her heart was still faintly beating while I squished it in my palm. She dropped to the floor, lifeless. I looked at her body, then at my hand and smiled.Maybe Zordon was right. Maybe I really was a powe
DAISY'S POVIt was the first time in my life I heard Zordon scream. The pain in his voice — it was unbearable. I could feel it. It was as though his body was collapsing in on itself, bones breaking against his will, until suddenly, he was sent flying across the field.I ran toward him, but I couldn't reach him. He was trapped. Bound by a spell. And the rage that surged through me was like nothing I'd ever felt. It was new. Raw. Explosive.My feet moved on their own, and before I realized it, I was standing in front of one of the witches. She smirked like she was ready to quarrel with me, you know say something witty or cast one of her spells on me, but I didn't give her a chance to speak. My fist drove into her chest. She gasped, her breath leaving her lungs as I pulled my hand back. Her heart was still faintly beating while I squished it in my palm. She dropped to the floor, lifeless. I looked at her body, then at my hand and smiled.Maybe Zordon was right. Maybe I really was a powe
ZORDON'S POVI didn't like the way Xavier was grinning at me. The manner in which he was looking between Daisy and me, I could tell what he was thinking. He was going to kill her so that I would suffer. I had to do something to make him believe Daisy was nothing more than a female to keep me company when I was horny.I glanced at Daisy and realized that someone was standing next to her. I moved toward her instinctively."No," Xavier snapped. "One more step, and she dies.""I don't care what happens to her," I said flatly, trying to shift his focus."Oh, but you do," the stranger beside Daisy spoke. "You care too much. You can drop the act."“I can tell you love her,” Xavier chuckled. "You're mistaken. She's nothing to me. Her sole purpose is to warm my bed, hold me at night, and play the part of a sex toy. That’s all she is. Warm pussy and warm pussies are replaceable. If you kill her, I'll just take something else Dexter loves.” I raised my voice, “Dexter! I know you're here. Show y
DEXTER'S POVI stepped out of the bathroom and saw Xavier sitting on my bed. What the fuck was he doing here?He was getting even more annoying by the day.The only reason I still tolerated him was because I needed him. That was the unfortunate truth.He closed the book in his hand and looked me over."Good to see you're done with your self-isolation and your not-so-subtle drinking problem," he said."I don’t have a drinking problem. I just needed space to clear my head. Ever heard of knocking?""I knocked. You were too busy scrubbing off your shame to hear it," he grinned, making my stomach churn. I rolled my eyes, grabbed the book from him, and set it on the nightstand."What do you want, Xavier?""I arranged a meeting tonight — with Zordon. I asked him to come alone. I think he will. Once he's there, we end it. With him gone, the Deathlcaw pack crumbles. This will all be over before it truly begins.""You really think Zordon is dumb enough to fall for your trap?""Yes. I've played
ZORDON'S POV This bitch was mad if she really thought that this was not such a big deal. She wanted me to give up my next child to her. Just like that? What? Was she going to eat the fetus? Or use it for some sick ritual? This was preposterous. "No. This is not a small price to pay. What am I supposed to tell her? 'Sorry babe, but I made a deal to give our unborn child to a witch?' No, I cannot do that!" I huffed. "There won't be any gruesome removal, if that's what you're thinking. I will take the child before your mate even knows it was inside her. She'll just think it's another miscarriage," she said simply. "Take the bracelet, and I'll handle the rest." "And if I change my mind?" "You can't," she said, her voice chilling with mischief. "You don't have to take the deal. But know that it's either her life or the life of a child you haven't even created yet." "Are you saying that there's a chance Daisy might die?" I gulped. "There's a strong possibility," the witch cackled.
ZORDON'S POV I glanced at her, unsure of what exactly drew me in. Was it her stubbornness? Or maybe it was the way she made me feel like the only man alive? I turned the steering wheel, guiding the car onto a quieter road. "Where are we going?" she asked. "I told you we have a couple of stops along the way. This is one of them," I said, keeping my eyes on the road. "When we get there, I need you to stay in the car. I'll go in alone. No matter what happens, do not follow me. Lock the doors and wait. I'll knock twice when I return. Not once. Not three times. Twice. If you don't hear that, drive away. Don't think. Don't hesitate. Just drive." "This sounds bad. Tell me, where exactly are you going?" "Somewhere we don't visit on ordinary days," I replied. "And I need you to keep this between us. If Dexter's pack is really working with dark witches, then we need to consult our own and fight fire with fire." "You mean we have to work with witches too?" she asked, her voice risi
DAISY'S POVWe ate our meal in silence after that. I hadn't understood the gravity of what we were doing until now. He was right. It felt like the weight of the world rested on our shoulders. And my was it heavy. I looked at him, and he seemed as calm as he did on a regular day. I didn't know how that was possible. It was almost like he wasn't bothered by any of it. He was so used to this tension that it looked like he wasn't affected by it. I ate slowly, and then he got up. He peered at me, his countenance cold as ice."We need to go now," he muttered.All I did was nod like a dummy. I grabbed my phone and headed out with him. This was one of the few times that I had seen him drive. I got into the front seat and stared at him. He reached for my seatbelt, buckling it before I had the chance to object. I rested in my seat and closed my eyes. I felt the car move out of the compound. I rarely left the compound, and I should have been enthusiastic about having to explore the outside wo
DAISY'S POV I dropped onto my bed and decided that it wasn't worth it to hold all of these emotions in. I closed my eyes and let the tears break loose. I was so tired of acting like I was strong and unaffected by everything that was going on around me. I cried until I fell asleep. I woke up to feeling a warm hand on my bare skin, and I opened my eyes. My blurry vision needed a second or two. I blinked continuously. I rolled my eyes when I saw him. I dropped back on my pillow, but he dragged the pillow away from me. "Were you crying? Daisy, c'mon, you don't need this. Why would you cry yourself to sleep?" he urged me."I don't want to talk about it. What do you want?" I challenged him, grabbing my pillow from him and turning away."I was harsh earlier and some of the things you said were true. I was being selfish, and I know that now, but I need your help, maybe your advice even," he suggested to me. I decided to give him a li
ZORDON'S POVI watched her walk away, and I ran my fist into the wall. Her words replayed in my head. I knew she was right, but what choice was I left with? Stefan was offering to be the scapegoat. I wasn't going to send someone else when I already had him volunteering to do it. I looked around to ensure nobody had witnessed what had just happened between us. She said that I was doing it for myself. Oh, how wrong she was. I was doing everything to ensure the danger stayed away from her. I didn't want to put her in a situation where she would have to fight and get hurt. She didn't deserve that. She was too precious to me to get hurt. She needed to be protected. Maybe she was right, or perhaps I was a coward, but I had finally found something that made me want to live again; she brought so much colour to my life. I would not risk losing her again. She meant the world to me, and I was going to do everything to keep her safe. My phone beeped, and I looked at it. It was a text from Xav
DAISY'S POVI couldn't sit at the table with Isla anymore. She was comfortable offering up my cousin as her sacrificial lamb. I wasn't down for that. I couldn't believe that Zordon was on her side in all of this, even though he knew Stefan was my only family. I didn't even know that I had any left until now, and they were already planning on slaughtering him and offering him as a sacrifice. I didn't know what got over me, but I wanted to tear Isla's throat out. "YOU WILL NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" I roared, and she cowered away from me. "I AM THE LUNA OF THIS PACK AND I DEMAND YOUR RESPECT!"Before I knew it, my claws were out and going for her neck, but Zordon caught my wrist before I could do anything. "Daisy! Don't," she spoke, clearly shocked by my action. So was I. I'd never felt this kind of rage before. Like an insatiable need for blood. I dropped my hand and looked at Isla. She had her eyes wide open, staring at me. "I'm leaving. I've had enough of this dinner." I didn't