“Are you sure about this?” Eric whispers, grabbing my arm. I nod, "I have to try," and charge forward leaving Eric behind I could hear Damien talking. It took me a moment to see him, high in a tree. He was in Lycan form. He could talk in beast form? ‘I think there is a lot we haven’t been told.’
Raven “Woah, easy.” Klaus mutters as I try to sit up. I felt like I had been in a washing machine with how dizzy I was. Closing my eyes, I lie back, trying to stop my mind from swirling. Even Midnight was quiet which was very unlike her. I suddenly sit up right, looking around for the Rogue when
“He rejected me.” I splutter. “I am aware. A good job too.” He takes the seat next to the bed, watching me. “It would have made it harder for me to find you.” “Is he dead?” I sigh, why did this man make me feel so irrational so easily? “No. He is in the dungeons though. Alpha Neah is trying to ge
Neah “What do you want?” I demand as I stare at the Rogue, chained to the wall of the dungeon. It growls back at me. I had been asking it the same question for days and yet it still refused to speak. ‘This is a bad idea. We should have waited for Dane.’ Nyx murmurs. She didn’t like us being down
My scowl deepens. “Something about me believing that he would be the only one who wants our pups. What if he is right? Have you heard anything about his pack? Ashburn city?” “He is trying to mess with your head. Roan will be killed in front of everyone tomorrow. It doesn’t matter what he says.” He
Raven The crutches were a nightmare, but not from my point of view. Damien and Dane walk either side of me as though I was going to fall any second. Any stumble, I would hear them catch their breath and I was half expecting someone to say it would just be easier if they carried me. That’s what Dan
But as I stood here looking at all the men, knowing how messed up all this is. I knew one thing for certain, we were all tied together because of Neah. All of us. I stare at the beast that was once Salem. I don’t hear the voice I know. I don’t smell his scent. I just see an angry beast. Was I alway
Damien “Desire?” She whispers back to me, refusing to look away. “Yes.” Her hands rest against my chest, a small crease forming between her eyebrows. “A desire for what?” “To live.” She glances down to her hand resting over my heart. It beated steadily under her touch. Yet her own heart starts