Lilac's P.O.V "Think twice before trusting anyone around you. Someone wants something from you, Lilac. I have a feeling that there are more to the shadows than what meets the eye. And until we find out what they want…be careful of anything and everything." I felt a shiver crawl down my spine as Krimson's warning echoed through my mind like an ominous whisper in the darkness. His words, tinged with urgency and caution, stirred a sense of unease within me, causing my heart to quicken its pace. I couldn't shake off the feeling that danger lurked nearby, unseen yet palpable. But Del, how could I suspect him? He had been more than just a companion; he was my ally in the darkest of times. The thought of doubting him clawed at my heart, twisting the once unwavering trust I held for him. But to imagine that Del wanted to hurt me was an even bigger dilemma. I couldn't fathom the idea of Del harboring any ill intentions. His smile, genuine and comforting, replay
Lilac's P.O.V The transition to Krimson's new mansion was nothing short of a whirlwind. The grandeur of the estate was breathtaking, its opulence evident in every corner. I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer magnificence of the place as I stepped through its ornate doors, my senses inundated by the lavish surroundings. It was a stark contrast to the quaintness of my previous home, yet the beauty didn't distract me from the tension simmering beneath the surface. "Where's my room?" I asked him as I brought in my suitcases. I was hoping he would guide me to my room as soon as I entered, but when he hesitated for a bit, I knew that there was something more to his request of moving in that was far out of my comfort zone. "I was hoping that you would stay in my room…with me." His request was steeped in a history I couldn't ignore, a history rife with pain and betrayal. "I can't," my voice was soft but firm as I refused, my gaze steady despite th
Krimson's P.O.V As I stood there, watching Lilac walk away, a heavy knot twisted in my chest. Her departure left an ache that seemed to deepen with each step she took, moving farther away from me. The turmoil within me felt like a storm raging, pulling me in conflicting directions. Her questions lingered in my mind, echoing with a weight I couldn't shake off. I knew I had been acting like a jerk towards her, and it gnawed at me. But it wasn't solely about her or our interactions. No, it was tangled with a web of emotions, an intricate mess that I couldn't easily unravel. Harmona, her memory, had a hold on me that I struggled to break free from. It felt like a betrayal to her, to the love we shared, to let myself grow close to Lilac. How could I move on when Harmona's presence lingered so vividly within me? Yet, despite the turmoil and the guilt, I couldn't deny the pull Lilac had on me. She was a beacon of light in the midst of my darkness, her presence soothing
Lilac's P.O.V I arrived at Silver's condo feeling emotionally drained, my thoughts tangled in a mess of feelings and confusion. The weight of the argument with Krimson lingered, the sharp words and unresolved tension echoing in my mind. It was one of those nights where being alone in my own space felt unbearable, and Silver's presence always brought a sense of comfort. As she opened the door, her expression shifted from surprise to concern upon seeing me. Silver was quick to invite me in, sensing something was off without needing to ask. Her place had this serene aura, a soothing blend of colors and warmth that immediately put me at ease. Entering her cozy abode felt like stepping into a haven—a haven adorned with flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air was fragrant with the scent of lavender, lending a soothing ambiance to the surroundings. Silver guided me to a comfortable room, ensuring that I had everything I needed. The weariness that
Krimson's P.O.V As the night deepens and the moon ascends, casting its pale glow over the landscape, my worry for Lilac grew like an insistent shadow. The quiet hours stretch on, and with each passing minute, my concern intensifies. I've paced back and forth countless times, glancing out of the window to catch any sign of her return. Yet, there's only the serene moonlight dancing on the trees, and Lilac was nowhere in sight. It was hard not to feel a pang of guilt gnawing at me. I know she was upset, angry even, when she left earlier. We had a disagreement—a clash of opinions that escalated more than I anticipated. I never meant for her to storm off, but emotions were running high, and words can cut deeper than intended. Still, amidst the heat of our argument, she made it clear that despite her anger, she wouldn't jeopardize her safety. She promised to be back by nightfall. Lilac was independent and resilient, no doubt. But as the night wears on, my mind conjure
Lilac's P.O.V As I slowly arose to consciousness, I found myself grappling with the weight of my heavy eyelids. My mind sluggishly pieced together the fragments of reality, pushing through a dense fog of disorientation. The air felt heavy, each inhale a laborious effort that failed to fill my lungs as it should. A peculiar lightheadedness swept over me, a disconcerting sensation akin to floating on the edge of a dream. My initial attempt to stretch my arms, to move, met an unexpected resistance. Panic flickered through my drowsy mind as the realization hit home—I was restrained. My fingertips brushed against something coarse and unyielding, confirming my fear. The sensation sent a jolt of adrenaline through my groggy state, clearing the haze momentarily. I tried to rise, only to discover the cruel truth of my predicament: bound, not just by ropes or chains, but tied firmly to what appeared to be a marble table. The cool surface pressed against my skin, a s
Krimson's P.O.V The night hung heavy around us as we tore through the city streets, the engine's roar mingling with the howling wind. Del and I were on a mission—racing against time to reach Silver's apartment. It was imperative that we find Lilac before anything sinister unfolded. "Alpha Krimson, step on it!" Del's voice cut through the adrenaline-charged air, urgency lacing every word. His grip tightened on the door handle as we swerved through the dimly lit alleys, the neon signs blurring into streaks of color. "I'm pushing it as hard as I can!" I shouted back, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The weight of worry pressed on me like a leaden cloak. We had to reach Silver's place, and had to find Lilac safe and sound. Finally, screeching to a halt outside Silver's building, we leaped out of the car. Breathless and tense, we dashed up the stairs, each step echoing the pounding of our hearts. As we reached Silver's door, our hopes soared, but a hollow silence gre
Lilac's P.O.V My eyes brimmed with confusion and hurt as I confronted Silver in the dimly lit room I was being held captive in. "Did you…ever really consider me a friend, Silver?" my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation, my heart aching with the weight of betrayal. Silver, her gaze heavy with sorrow and a haunted past, met my eyes. "I used to belong to a peaceful pack, a pack that had been my home since the day I was born," she began, her voice tinged with a raw emotion that spoke volumes of her pain. "We lived in harmony, in unity. It was everything to me." Tears welled up in Silver's eyes, reflecting the agony of memories etched deep within her soul. "Your father," she whispered, the words heavy with anguish. "He... he attacked our pack. In the dead of night, when darkness cloaked the land, he led a brutal assault." I felt my heart ache for the woman that I had once considered my biggest alley, but now, she had turned out to be my bigges