Damian's POVAs we dashed across the road, the air was thick with tension, and our hearts raced in sync with our hurried steps. Suddenly, a chilling howl pierced the air, sending shivers down my spine. “Hurry!” I shouted, urgency lacing my voice as we ran towards the dense bush ahead. The leaves rustled violently as we plunged into the underbrush, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I halted for a brief moment, inhaling deeply. The unmistakable scent of the creatures filled my nostrils. My instincts kicked in, and I quickly raised my hand, signaling the others to stop. Their eyes widened in fear and understanding; they sensed it too. “Listen!” I whispered fiercely, my voice barely above a breath. The rustling grew louder, and shadows shifted ominously in the foliage. We needed to move, and fast. I gestured for them.The air was electric with tension. And before I knew it, the creatures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly hunger. This time, they weren'
Damian's POVAs I saw the blood, a surge of fear coursed through me, paralyzing my thoughts. I didn't know what to do, or even say at that moment; dread clawed at my insides. What if something terrible had already happened to her? Maybe they had hurt her, or worse, maybe she had been killed. Those horrifying possibilities looped endlessly in my mind.I bent down to examine the blood splashes more closely. The scent filled my nostrils. Just as I was about to lose myself in despair, something caught my eye, a figure huddled near the other side of the bed. I raised my head, my breath hitching in my throat to see who it was, and there she was. It was Nana. What was she doing here? Was she okay? The questions swirled in my mind as I rushed to her side.Nana was still coughing up blood, each heave of her chest sending a fresh wave of panic through me. She struggled for breath, her face pale and contorted in pain. I wrapped my arms around her in a desperate attempt to provide some comfort.
DAMIAN'S POVThe road stretched out in front of me, long and empty. Nana’s words were still in my head, clear as day, the repetition of the pack's name and her directions. I hope that's where she truly is.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, staring at the fading road signs. The pack. I hadn’t thought about that place in years.It wasn’t just any pack. It was where everything started for me and my mom. I still remember the love they showed me, my mom. They accepted us and took us in despite who my mother was. The people there didn’t ask many questions. They just acted. They gave us a place to stay and trained me harder than I thought I could handle. The bruises, the pain—they didn’t matter because they were building me up. Breaking me down and building me back stronger. That pack wasn’t just a haven; it was a forge for me, especially after my mom died.I let out a slow breath, forcing my focus back on the road. The outskirts of Hawaii weren’t close, and I’d been driving for hours.
LEAH'S POV.I looked at Damien, feeling the weight of everything crashing into him at once. "Leah, what are you talking about? Why didn't you say anything if you've known about it?" His voice cracked through the silence, confusion and worry filling his words.I took a breath, my words steady. "Well, I realized it when I got pregnant. Everything changed. My senses—everything heightened. I hear things from a distance, things I shouldn't be able to hear. I see better, things that would normally be hard for me. I move faster, I can do more. It's like I'm... different, Damien. More than I was." I paused, letting that sink in. I wasn't sure how to explain the way my body had transformed, the way my instincts screamed at me to be more than what I ever thought I could be.He stood there, listening, trying to process, but I knew him too well. He needed more. So I continued, my voice soft but clear. "When the doctor dragged you into the parlor, although I came out to hear more clearly, I heard
DELILAH'S POVFury coursed through me like wildfire, hot and uncontrollable. I slammed my fist on the arm of my chair, the sharp crack of wood splintering briefly cutting through the haze in my mind."How could you miss her?" My voice was sharp, echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. The creatures before me flinched, their heads bowed low. None dared meet my eyes. "You had one job! One. Simple. Job."I rose, pacing back and forth as my anger boiled over. "Do you know what I had to do to get everything in place? The time I spent laying the foundation for you? I paved the way, cleared the obstacles, and gave you every advantage—and you failed me!"The creatures shifted uneasily, their collective silence grating on my already frayed nerves. "Say something!" I barked, the words slicing through the room like an axe.One of them finally stepped forward, its movements hesitant. Its voice was raspy and low, barely above a whisper. "It's not entirely our fault. When we arrived... she was
DAMIAN'S POVI was already on edge when Clinton and I received the call from my scientist. I gave him the task of finding out something that could help us defeat the creatures.His voice was urgent on the other end of the line, and I knew something had changed. It was time to get there, to find out what he had learned.We made our way to his lab, the cold, sterile halls of the building feeling like they were pressing in on me. I barely acknowledged the security as we walked past. They knew us by now. Clinton walked beside me, silent as always, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. He was good like that. Always aware. Always ready.When we reached the lab, the scientist was already waiting, looking more tired than usual. There was a sense of urgency in the air that I couldn't ignore. The moment he saw me, he rushed to speak."Demian, thank you for coming," he said, pulling off his glasses and wiping them with a cloth. "We've made progress."I raised an eyebrow, not likin
DAMIAN'S POV It was June 11th. The day we'd been preparing for. The streets of Honolulu were filled with a nervous kind of energy, the kind that comes when people are too afraid to ask what might happen but too desperate to cling to normalcy to stay home. Even though the celebration was going on, you could feel the tension hanging in the air. Everyone knew something was off.I stood in the room that had been prepared for the president, the generals, and the senators. A room that was to house the most important leaders of this country.We told their bodyguards to sit this one out Instead, it was me, Vincent, Hades, Nathan's assistant, and Clinton sitting in their place. Impersonating them. We were the bait now.Convincing the government to agree to this plan had been no small feat. When Vincent first told them about Delilah's planned attack on this day, their first instinct had been to cancel everything. Shut down the celebration, empty the streets, and make it impossible for her to s
Delilah's POVIt was D-Day, the moment I had been waiting for, it felt like forever. The day I would finally conquer my enemies and take over the world. This is the day, the moment I had envisioned countless times in the shadows of my mind.As I stood there, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and anxiety. I could feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, heightening my senses. I knew I knew that the humans and the supernaturals would be ready for me. They were always watching, always anticipating my next move. Damian, that clever strategist, was undoubtedly on high alert. I could almost picture him pacing, his brow furrowed in concentration. There was no way he wouldn't suspect that I was going to attack today. It was a big day, and they would all be waiting, expecting me to make my move. But little did they know, I had a few surprises up my sleeve. Today was mine, and I was ready to claim what was rightfully my own.But the thing is, there is a surprise at hand. Damian and
LEAH'S POVSix months had passed. A lot had changed, and yet, some things remained the same. Life had found its way back into a semblance of balance. The house Delilah had destroyed, the one that had once been my sanctuary, had been rebuilt. Stronger. More beautiful. Every corner of it now seemed to hold new memories, new beginnings. The order that had been disrupted, the chaos that had once engulfed us, was now settling into a rhythm. Things were finally coming together.Damian had come so far in his healing, both physically and emotionally. Each day, I saw him growing stronger, more like the man he was before the war, before everything. He had taken on the responsibility of being the head of the hybrids, and with that came a weight that I knew he carried heavily. But he bore it with grace. His training had become more intense, more focused. I could see the fire in his eyes, the determination to protect our family, to protect everything we had worked so hard for.And the way, he
DAMIAN'S POVPain. It was the first thing I noticed when my eyes fluttered open. A dull, unrelenting ache radiated through my body, each breath a reminder of something I couldn't yet remember. I blinked slowly, my vision swimming as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. White walls. The steady beeping of machines. A faint antiseptic smell. Where was I?My mind felt clouded like a thick fog had settled over it, obscuring everything I needed to grasp. Panic threatened to rise, but before I could gather my thoughts, I heard hurried footsteps. The sound grew louder, then closer—someone was running toward me.Before I could react, a body collided with mine with force, wrapping me in a tight, trembling embrace. The jolt sent a shock through my already fragile body, but I didn't care. The moment her scent hit me, everything stilled.Leah.I knew her before my eyes fully adjusted before my arms instinctively rose to wrap around her. Her warmth, her softness, the way she seemed to melt in
LEAH'S POV"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling, eyes wide with desperation. "Repeat what you just said."The doctor, hesitant but resolute, cleared his throat. "Your children's blood," he began slowly, his tone deliberate, "it might be the only way to save Damian. Their blood has unique properties that could help them heal. They are hybrids, the only ones of their kind. It's uncharted territory, but—""No." my voice was sharp, slicing through the doctor's explanation.The doctor faltered. "What?""No," I repeated, my tone steadier this time, though my body shook. "I won't do it. I won't use their blood."The doctor's face crumpled in confusion. " Miss Leah, this is Damian's life we're talking about. Don't you want him to live?"Tears welled up in my eyes, but my resolve held firm. "Of course I do. I want Damian alive more than anything. But I've seen what that blood does. It doesn't heal. It doesn't bring people back to life in the way you think. It changes them—turns them into
LEAH'S POVIt had been a month. Thirty long days since I'd given birth to our twins. Thirty long days since Damian had slipped into a coma. Thirty long days since Damian was brought back almost dead into this pack.The air in the room where he lay was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, and the low hum of machines filled the silence. I sat beside his bed as I had every day since the battle. My babies were safe at home, cared for by a trusted nurse, while I spent hours here, speaking to Damian as though he could hear me."They're growing so fast, you know," I said softly, my fingers brushing against his cold hand. "Our babies. They've got your nose. Both of them. And the way they look at me... sometimes, it feels like they know something I don't."I leaned back in the chair, staring at his still form. "I haven't named them yet," I admitted, my voice catching in my throat. "How could I? We said we'd do it together. The few people we know keep asking me what I'll call them, and I don't h
LEAH'S POVThe first thing I noticed was the stillness—the kind that wasn't comforting but left me disoriented. My eyelids felt heavy, my body weak, but I forced myself to blink, to focus on the dimly lit room around me. The sterile scent of the room hit me next, and for a moment, I didn't understand why I was there.Then it all came rushing back.The complications. The delivery. The pain that had consumed me until everything went black.I tried to sit up, but my body protested, and I fell back against the pillows with a groan. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, now flat and empty. Panic surged through me as I scanned the room. There was no sound of crying, no crib, no sign of the babies I had fought so hard to bring into this world."Where... where are my babies?" I raised my voice barely a whisper.One of my maids appeared by my side, her smile warm but cautious. "Calm down, miss. Your babies are safe.""Safe?" I repeated, my voice trembling. "I want to see them. Please, whe
Damian's POVA wave of exhaustion washed over me, and I realized I was badly injured; every movement felt like a monumental effort. My body was heavy, weighed down by fatigue and pain as if the fight had drained every ounce of strength from me.Then, amidst the chaos, my phone began ringing, I scanned the room frantically, my eyes darting around, searching for it. It had fallen during our brutal struggle, and as I caught sight of it lying on the floor, I gritted my teeth and dragged myself toward it.Finally, I reached the phone and picked it up, my fingers trembling. As I picked up the call.Immediately I picked up the call; it was Clinton."Hello, master," he said from the other end, his voice steady yet tinged with urgency."Please tell me how the plan worked," I replied, my curiosity piqued. My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a war drum, and every sense was on high alert, straining to catch his response. Clinton paused for a moment, and I could hear the faint sound of rust
Damian's POVThe air was electric with tension as Delilah and I faced off in the office. The once-sterile space was now a battleground, with papers scattered everywhere and furniture overturned. Delilah's eyes gleamed with malevolence as she sneered at me, her long nails extended like razor-sharp claws."You think you can defeat me, Damian?" she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "I am the most powerful being on this earth."With a fierce battle cry, Delilah charged at me, her nails swiping through the air with deadly precision. I dodged and weaved, avoiding her blows by mere inches. But Delilah was relentless, her attacks coming faster and faster until I stumbled backward, desperate to escape her wrath.She pinned me to the wall, her nails digging deep into my skin. I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the pain, but Delilah just laughed, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure."You should have stayed out of this, Damian," she hissed, her breath cold against my ear. "Now, you
Damian's POVOf course, I had to be smart about this. I couldn't just attack Mr President in front of all these important people. The tension in the air was thick, and I could feel the weight of their gazes, a mix of fear and uncertainty. We were already crammed into a room, and guards were scattered everywhere, their eyes scanning for any signs of danger, ready to protect us from the relentless zombies lurking outside.Hade was with the zombies. I had sent some other werewolves to assist him, I couldn't just lash out at the president. I knew deep down that this wasn't the real president, but the others didn't know. I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I moved closer to Cyril, my heart pounding in my chest. I tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned to face me, confusion etched on his face, his eyes wide. "Go and find the president," I ordered, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling around us. His eyes darted between me and the figure of the president sitting not too
Damian's POVI turned to Clinton, my eyes blazing with anticipation. "Tell them to start the plan immediately," I instructed, my voice low and urgent.Clinton's expression turned serious, his eyes locking onto mine. He nodded curtly, his face set in a determined mask. "We have planned this meticulously," I continued, my tone dripping with confidence. "We will create noise, distract them, and draw those zombies to the fire like moths to a flame."A hint of a smile played on Clinton's lips as he grasped the scope of our plan. "Right away," he said, his voice firm and resolute. With a slight bow, he turned and strode away.Immediately after Clinton left, I blended in seamlessly, as if I were part of the important people gathered there. We moved through the crowd with an air of casual confidence, engaging in light conversation with those around us, all the while keenly observing everything. My heart raced with the thrill of the deception; we couldn't afford to let our guards down, not f