---Greg---
I feel helpless. I can’t get through to Divina through mind link to see if she is okay. It’s like she disappeared from the face of the earth. If Warrick wasn’t adamant that he can still feel her, I would think she was dead. The thought sickens me. I can’t imagine a world without her in it. We have been searching for something that would open this gap in the wall for thirty minutes without any luck. Warrick sits on the ground and leans his back against the wall. “FUCK!” he yells, and I can tell he is at his breaking point. His head drops to his chest before he slams it back against the wall pressing his fists against his forehead. I watch as his body starts to glow an orange color and flames start to dance across his skin. “Uh, Warrick. You are on fire man,” I say and take a couple steps back.
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---Warrick--- What in the actual fuck is going on? The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end and I was struggling to keep Nox from shifting. The sound of my bones snapping and popping back in place would give us away. I crept forward on soundless feet to get a better look at what was going on, only to press myself back deeper in the shadows when a group of demons passed by. The large demon was talking in a language I didn’t understand, and I was so engrossed in what he was saying that I didn’t notice the other presence that had joined us in our hiding place. Greg reached out and touched my shoulder, drawing my attention away from the disaster in front of me. Alejandra was crouched down next to Greg and hanging on to him like her life depended o
---Divina--- I pull away from Warrick and face the bars of our cell. There are several feet coming toward us from the sound of it. My heart rate quickens and for the first time since I found myself here, I was truly afraid. What if we can’t get out of here? What if something happens to Warrick or Greg? A man that I had never seen before but looked familiar stepped in our line of sight. Warrick gasped and when I look at him, I suddenly knew why. The man standing before us was his father. The resemblance was uncanny except where his father was cold and closed off, Warrick was warm and open. “Dad? What the fuck? How are you here?” Warrick asks. His dad turns his cold eyes to him, and they widen. “Son. What have you done?” he asks. His voice low and deadly. “Me?! What have you done?” Warrick shoots ba
---Warrick--- I can’t do this. I can’t reject her, my entire body rebels against it and I can’t utter the words. There has to be another way out of this if I could just think through the pain of having my wings hacked from my body. My dad threatens to kill Divina and I can tell he is not bluffing as he presses the gun tightly against her temple. I shut off all my emotions and push Nox down so deep that I can no longer hear his pleas for me to find another way to not takes his mate from him, from us. As I say the words that sever our bond, Divina’s cries nearly do me in. Her desperate pleas and devasted face will haunt me for the rest of my life. As the pain rips through my heart, I double over and try to pull myself together. When my father tells her to reject me, I steel myself for the pain that will o
---Greg--- The man walks out of the tree line and never takes it eyes off Divina. He doesn’t acknowledge my presence since he is completely focused on her. “Who the fuck are you?” I ask him and his eyes snap to me, just noticing me for the first time. “Watch your language, son,” he says and looks back at Divina. “I’m not your fucking son. Who the hell are you?” I say and step between him and Divina. The man stands to his full height and narrows his eyes at me, sizing me up. “I’m her father. Who are you?” he says. “That’s a fucking lie. Her father is dead.” I counter. He looks at me with sad eyes and sighs, running his hand through his hair. “My
---Warrick--- I shoot up out of bed and my screams die down as I realize where I am. I am back at the Blood Moon Packhouse in my bedroom. Every night, for the past three months, I am plagued by nightmares. I relive her death over and over. My sweet, beautiful mate. I watch her fall lifeless to the ground after my father put a bullet in her brain. I can’t stop replaying the look on her face when she realized I was going to reject her and her criesfor me not to. The guilt is eating me alive. I was trying to save her, protect her, but it didn’t matter. My cold-hearted father killed her anyway. As soon as we got back, I had to tell her mom and Alp
---Greg--- It’s been three months and Divina still hasn’t woken up. Michael assures me she is okay and to give her time, but I am starting to get really worried. She mumbles in her sleep and on more than one occasion she has woken us up screaming, but she has never regained consciousness. The healer that Michael called in said that she has been traumatized and her mind is keeping her unconscious until she is ready to face everything. I want to go home, but I can’t bring myself to leave Divina, and there is no way for me to reach out while we are here because no technology nor mind links work here. I spend my days helping out however I can and have s
The man rolls his eyes and cuts them to Selene. “Seriously? Do I look that much like Michael that people get us confused?” he asks, clearly annoyed. Selene giggles and her eyes dance with mirth. “You both look similar, but I never have had a hard time telling you both a part.” The man turns back to me and says, “No, I am not Michael. My name is Archangel Gabriel.” I gulp and whisper, “The Messenger Angel.” He nods and he visibly relaxes. “I’m assuming since you are here, you have a message for me,” I say bluntly. “I do. Your friend, Divina, is probably the most important person in the world right now. We were hoping that she would be able to avoid the current path that she is on, but now that she is on it, all you can do is help her through it,” he says. “How am I supposed to help her?” I question him.
I am pulled back into myself, and Divina and I are still locked in our battle with my forehead against hers and my hands holding her face still. She pushes me back with a strength I had no idea she possessed and glares at me with her blue eyes swimming in tears. She is angry with me for forcing her to face reality. A feral cry leaves her lips, and she launches herself at me. At first, I was resolved to let her get her frustrations out and was going to let her use me as a human punching bag, but shit, her hits fucking hurt! I do my best to dodge and block her attacks without harming her, but she is moving faster than I have ever seen her move in training. She is like an avenging angel that plans to burn the entire world down around her. My eyes widen when her entire body starts to glow, and her hair mov
--Warrick-- “I have a surprise for you,” I tell Divina and she looks up at me, her brow creasing slightly in confusion. “What, surprise?” she asks and looks around the front yard. Her eyes land on Greg standing on the porch by Aria and a huge grin spreads across his face and he waggles his eyebrows. Divina snorts at his antics and looks back at me. “Why is he acting like a goofball?” she asks, warily. Her eyes are wide, and she looks more innocent and beautiful than I have ever seen her. No makeup, the freckles that lightly dust her cheeks and nose on display for me to see, and her hair is starting to come loose from her hastily thrown back hair. I take her natural beauty in and am more determined to show her we could work. Ember and Milly come running around the corner of the house, shrieking in delight as one of the older pups chase them across the lawn. Divina’s face lights up as she watches Ember, and I can see the mother she will someday be, and I am more than ready to start
Greg watches as Warrick ushers Aria and Liam inside and I can hear the distant laughter of Ember and Milly as they run across the back yard, playing tag. When the door closes, he focuses his attention on me and studies my face for a long moment before taking my hand and tugging me along. I don’t ask him where we are going, content to just walk silently beside him enjoying the warmth of him. We walk and walk for a good ten minutes before Greg stops suddenly and turns to me. “Tell me what’s bothering you, Angel,” he says and watches me intently. I groan and drop my head into my hands. “Where do I even start!” I wail and then everything tumbles out of me. “I’ve been asleep for three freaking years, Greg! I lost three years of your life, the rest of my family’s life, Bren, Brandon, Gloria, Damien, Ember.” My voice cracks at the end when I say Ember’s name. “Hey, it’s okay. Shhh,” Greg says, and pulls me into his arms and presses my head to his chest. I don’t fight him. I need the comfort o
---Warrick--- It has been a week since Divina woke up, but we have barely gotten any time alone. As soon as the word got out that she was awake just about everyone she knows, and loves converged on us. Ember has barely left her side and is afraid that Divina will go back to sleep and not wake up again no matter how many times we assure her that won’t happen. I moved us back into the pack house and we are currently sitting on the porch swing with Divina tucked up under my arm and her head resting on my shoulder. My fingers lightly grazing up and down her arm as I relish in her closeness. She lets out a content sigh and snuggles in closer. Little Ember is nestled in my lap with her feet draped onto Divina. She is always touching her now. Always. (After it was clear that Divina wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, I drug myself away from her and made the long trip to the Timberwolf Pack and brought Ember home with me. I knew Divina would not want her left there and I have grown to lo
---Divina--- Oh, God, my head throbs and I am too hot. Way too hot. Why does it feel like I am pressed against a furnace? I try to move, but a weight is pressing down on my chest and my arms are not wanting to cooperate. What the hell is tickling my nose? I blink my eyes open only to slam them shut as white-hot light pours into my eyes from the window. I groan and turn my head to the side trying to get away from whatever is tickling me and that damned bright light. I feel something shift and move on my chest. It feels like little hands and feet scrambling to a sitting position. “Are you awake?” a little whisper sounds close to my ear causing me to flinch. When I try to speak my voice is hoarse and my throat is dry. “Yes?” I say and it comes out as a question. I blink my eyes and stare into beautiful green eyes, with an angelic freckled face that is framed by flaming red curls. “Ember? What are you doing here and when did you get so big?” I ask. Ember’s eyes grow soft, and she gives
It is complete chaos as the crowd tries to get out of my way. I could care less about any of them. My only thought is to get that angel bitch and then make Warrick pay when I am done with her. I wonder if I should kill him too, or just make him watch as I snuff out her life and then force him to be my slave mate. Hmm. That actually soudns appealing. I could ask Ahrimon to compel him with her bite. If he survived it that is. It’s been an option all along, but I have been hesitant to use it because demons kill their mates more often than not when trying to mark them. The blood lust is unreal and hard for them to control themselves. Like a vampire, but a hundred times worse. Our eyes lock on our target and we make a beeline for her, not caring who is in our way. We toss werewolves and pups around like they are rag dolls and their cries of anguish fill us with pleasure down to our bones. Ahrimon was made for chaos and destruction and she shivers in pure bliss at the upheaval we are causing
“I am so nervous! I can’t believe this day is finally here!” I exclaim and marvel at the beautiful dress my best friend, Janae, picked out for me. “You look absolutely stunning!” she says and smooths down the sides of my dress. I squeal and do a little happy dance. “Oh, this is really happening!” Janae sighs and turns me around to face her. “I hope you know what you are doing. All those things you have told me about Warrick in the past.... I just hope this isn’t some revenge plot or something to get you and your family back for killing his mate.” I scoff and knock her hand off my shoulder, “Nobody killed her. She is still alive and being held prisoner as we speak.” She raises an eyebrow and gives me “the look”. “What?” I ask her. “Does Warrick know she is being held prisoner right now?” she asks. “I... I don’t think so.” I tell her. My confidence starting wain. “You sure about that?” she asks. “Look. Even if he does know, he doesn’t care about her anymore. She chose that Greg guy ov
--Vanessa-- As I watch Warrick drive away the reality of becoming his Luna sets in and I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my face. Finally, I am going to take my rightful place by his side. Daddy will be so proud of me for not ever giving up even after Warrick kicked me out of his apartment. I have been told my whole life that I would be Luna of the Blood Moon Pack and our pups would be the key to changing the world so that werewolves and demons would take our rightful place as masters of this world and those who have driven us into the shadows will suffer the consequences! The angels’ and humans’ time on this earth are numbered. No more Miss Perfect Angel, with her stupid perfect skin and hair, and her strange blue eyes, standing in my way. She must be the daughter of one of the Archangels to have even survived what my dad did to her. I can’t believe Selene would pair a werewolf, angel hybrid with a werewolf demon hybrid. What kind of sick joke was she playing when she
I pull my Camaro off the side of the road and stare at the entrance to my pack's territory. I haven’t been back here in so long. The thought of what I am about to do turns my stomach and I come close to turning my car around. “Hey, Warrick, is that you?” my father’s Beta calls to me from the gate entrance. “Yeah, it’s me. How’ve you been, Beta Gedeon?” I ask. He walks to the edge of the entrance and squints over at me for a moment before answering. “I’ve been good. What brings you back here? I didn’t know you were coming,” he asks. I clear my throat and take my time answering, “I’m here to see Vanessa. I heard she was staying here while our dads were away.” Gedeon gives me a long look and sighs, “Yeah, she’s here. That girl is bat shit crazy.” I couldn’t agree more, but I have a part to play. I am out of my car and in his face before he can blink and wrap my hand around his throat. “Don’t you ever disrespect my future Luna like that again,” I growl in his face. Gedeon’s eyes go wid
Over these past few weeks, I have been busy. I got word to Divina’s father and gave him all the details. We’ve been in constant contact making plans. Greg and Aria are an integral part of these plans. I hate having to rely on him again, but no one can know that Divina and I have had contact, so when we do formulate an escape plan, I can’t be there. The Angel settlements know the danger coming their way and have joined together unlike anything I have ever seen. From what Greg has shared with me, they were a peaceful people and didn’t know how to fight and had just been relying on staying hidden this whole time. I find that hard to believe because I have been helping to train the men, they have sent to the Timberwolf Pack, and they are vicious fighters and have learned very quickly. More than once, they have mentioned Divina’s fighting skills and how she would take on multiple men at once and it was like she was dancing through and around them. One man spoke how fighting should be so vio