Sorry for the cliffy...
AydaI woke up alone for the first time since coming to Dimitri’s pack. No, not Dimitri's pack. It’s our pack now. I don’t like waking up alone. I don’t like knowing that my mate is fighting a horrible battle while I sleep, but that’s Dimitri. He’s the most unselfish person I’ve ever met.I’ve just
“Okay, Mom. But know that I’m close by!”He gets out the window just as the door to my bedroom bursts open and a wild-eyed Masuzyo comes in, covered in blood. I can see the warriors dead on the floor in the hallway.“There you are,” he growls at me.“What are you doing here, Masuzyo. Dimitri will ki
CathalI’ve had enough of watching this horrible man hurt my mother. I didn’t intervene before because she told me not to, but now, he’s knocked her unconscious.‘Ramon!’‘Kill him,’ he snarls. I’m not sure how we do it, maybe because I didn’t think too hard about it, or maybe I just trusted Ramon t
“Ramon,” I hear my mother say softly, her gentle fingers moving through our fur. “NO!” she snarls, pushing Ramon behind her and pulling herself to her feet. As she does, Ramon pulls the shift, making me scream in pain as our broken leg and dislocated hip try to find the right spot to fit. I turn, vo
AydaI come awake slowly, feeling groggy, unsure what happened or where I am. My stomach hurts. Did Masuzyo take me roughly again? I’m not throbbing between my thighs so I don’t think that’s it. My face is throbbing, though. Did he hit me? Yes, he slapped me. Why did he slap me?I think hard, trying
“Do you want me to tell them to kill him? If you want him to die more quickly, I tell them to do it.”I think about it, think about every horrible thing he’s done to me, to Asena, to our son, to Cathal, to Dimitri, to Kelsey and Harper, and what he attempted to do to my daughter. “No, let the pack h
DimitriFour months later.It took Masuzyo three days to die. It was impressive, mostly because I didn’t know a person could withstand so much pain. But he was a broad man, and the pack made sure that everyone who wanted their pound of flesh, got it. Literally. By the time he died, the smell of burn
Ayda leans back against me as I begin to rub circles on her stomach. I frown, feeling her stomach cramping.“Ayda? Why does it feel like you’re in pain?”“They’re just cramps, Dimitri. I get them all the time,” she says, settling against me.“Are you sure?” I ask, feeling another one. I tune in more