Emily's pov A week turned into two then three and before I know it, it was an entire month. Lamar continued to teach me about our werewolf heritage, guiding me through exercises that helped me tap into my wolf instincts and harness my abilities. It was both challenging and refreshing, and I could
Emera's pov There's a coldness in my heart the more distance I put between me and Emily. I find myself looking through the rearview mirror every second even though I was a long distance away from her. My heart hurt and tears blurred my vision. She was my baby girl, my only child and I had to le
Emera's pov My heart raced as I was yanked out of the car, the night air cold against my skin. Sirus's grip on my arm felt like a hot iron steel, and I winced in pain as his fingers dug into my flesh. I stumbled, my feet struggling to find their balance on the uneven wet ground. "Sirus," Bryson
Emera's pov "Sirus, this isn't the way. Let go of Emera. " Brent repeated, his voice firm and commanding. He was trying to reason with the aggressor, attempting to find a peaceful solution in the midst of the chaos. Sirus's face twisted with a mix of fury and disdain. " This woman," He hissed, his
Emera's pov Bryson's eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and protectiveness, his stance unwavering as he faced down Sirus. The tension was thick, a noticeable force that seemed to hang in the air as if the very forest we were in held its breath, waiting for the outcome of this confrontation. Sirus
Bryson's pov As the blood oozed out of her neck and her eyes lose the light in their depths....all I could feel was agony. Not only was the love of my life running away but now her mother- I run toward her, falling to my knees as I try to stop the bleeding. She could heal....but not from this. S
Bryson's pov The powerful ache in my chest grew as I think about her and wondered where did I go wrong. Why did she run? Why did she leave me? Did she not trust me to not protect her? Every thought pushed me deeper into the depths of pain. How can I be a good leader without my pillar by my s
Bryson's povThe pain was a bitter feeling, a bitter taste, a bitter reality. As I entered the secluded area where we keep the prisoners, anger built up inside me as I thought on every wrong thing I had done to end up in this position. If I had just not left her-" Lets not waste time. You'll use