Damien Her fingers remain tightly coiled around mine as I lay her on her bed. Raven doesn’t speak a single word as tears continue to roll down her face in uncontrollable sobs. The pain she is feeling is unforgiving and until now, I never knew that losing a twin was almost the equivalent of losing a
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes narrow. “You could have easily killed him. But you didn’t, you even purposely missed his heart after he had hurt Raven.” “And that was an emotional mistake.” “Because a part of you hoped that your old brother was still in there?” I don’t answ
Raven It took me less than a second to realise I was alone. Damien had brought me upstairs but he hadn’t stayed. Maybe he was regretting claiming me after he watched me sob my heart out like a child. My chest felt broken. Every breath seemed harder and harder to take, like my lungs were shrinking
Neah I sit hunched over with my forehead on the cool wooden desk as Dane, Eric and Klaus try to come up with a plan. But every scenario was a waste of time. Salem was smart. He had outsmarted Raven, Jess, even his own brother. Turning my head to one side, I glance at Mallory who is asleep on the s
Damien I would usually have been impressed by Neah’s kill if I wasn’t so worried. Mallory nudges me, giving me the same look of concern. I knew what was going through her head and I slowly shook my own. We would need to be really careful. Raven keeps her head buried against by chest, grossed out
He shakes his head in denial. “Roughly the same amount of time before a bitten Lycan turns fully Rogue if they don’t control themselves.” “She wasn’t bitten. And you still turned.” “Then maybe it’s something to do with her being bound. I don’t have everything figured out. All I see is that she is
Raven Damien is tense as he moves around my room. He had checked the windows several times before closing the curtains. Thankfully, there were no more bloody handprints. ‘He looks so tired.’ Midnight murmurs ‘There’s a lot going on’ I mutter back I knew better than to ask him if he was okay. It
The constant warnings. Telling me he is dark, that I should be scared of him. That I will one day hate him. How he talks about Neah changing. I let go of him. “You think you will be dragged back to that life?” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer. “I used to. Everyday was a fight.” “You don