Killian's Point Of ViewSheila had been missing for hours, and no one had seen her leave the castle, but that was all over when Allen mind-linked me, informing me that my mate, Sheila, had been found."Mate has returned," Ryker said. I could feel him growl in excitement. It was a great relief that she was found. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't been found, or worse, if something bad had happened to her. I immediately rushed to meet her.There she stood. She looked really tired and her brown hair was a mess, but she looked pretty. I felt the urge to pull her in for a long hug, but those thoughts completely went up in flames as soon as I saw who her companion was. It was Morgan. My little brotherHe has returned, but why? And most importantly, what in hell was he doing with my mate? A surge of anger took over me as I walked towards both of them, my gaze unmoved from Morgan."Hello brother, miss me?" He spoke with a smirk plastered on his face. For reasons I really wish
Sheila's point of viewThe next morning, I was already awake, and the feeling of Killian's body still lingered on my skin. I still couldn't move past that moment, I hated the inevitable truth that as much as I hated the insane fact that Killian affected me, shamelessly, I craved more of his touches.I sighed, embarrassed by my thoughts.I have been locked in my room since I was led back by that traitor known as Morgan. To be honest, this wasn't what I expected to happen to me when I was caught; normally, it was considered a heinous crime for a Luna to flee, abandoning her pack and mate, but thankfully, I wasn't even locked up in the dungeon or severely punished.That's a relief.My door knob clicked open, causing me to jump up from bed at light speed. I watched the door open, leading me to Ria, my best friend."Sheila," she said, with a streak of concern evident in her voice as her chocolate brown eyes shimmered."Ria," I called after her, standing up as we met for a long hug."You ga
Sheila's point of viewI stepped out of the castle into the morning sunrise, its warmth seeping into my body. I was with Brielle, waiting for Morgan before joining the others at the stable. Morgan joined us soon enough, and the three of us gaited to the stables.Many of the pack members were already on their horses. My eyes scanned around and they fell on Killian. He was as usual with Thea, helping her on her horse. I wanted to look away before he caught me staring, but instantly, his perfect amber eyes met mine.Quickly, I looked away.Honestly, I've been avoiding him, and so has he. But I have grown used to that, especially with Morgan's company. He's been literally a good friend to me. I wonder why Killian doesn't get along with him.That doesn't surprise me though. Killian never gets along with anybody. The only person he ever seems to crack a smile around is that whore. Just at the thought of that, I felt a nagging pain in my head. I've gotten quite used to the pain already, and
Sheila's point of viewThis is really bad.Killian's angry eyes were on me, showing nothing but hate and utter disbelief.I watched in confusion and horror as Mason approached Killian with the crossbow and arrow.Killian's unfeeling eyes were on me again, after he inspected the arrow with the one in his hands."It's poisoned," he said, with hooded eyes."And those don't belong to me. It belongs to someone else. A man. He had his face covered, so I couldn't see his face properly. I walked in on him while he was shooting this—" I dragged on, my heartbeat skyrocketing when I noticed the incredulous look everyone seemed to be throwing my way.They couldn't possibly think I would really murder Killian, right? I mean, with Thea, that might have been a possibility, but with Killian, I would never."Even though I couldn't see the face of whoever shot that, he had the crescent mark on his wrist," I finished, but Killian's cold gaze was filled with a rotten glare.His fine lips pressed against
Sheila's point of viewI was left alone in my chamber, crippling to the floor. The door suddenly clicked open, I lifted my head up to find Morgan at the door. The tears that I had imprisoned rushed out forcefully, before I could stop myself, I was up on my feet racing to him. Instantly falling into his arms.Morgan engulfed me, his hands holding me firmly, as more tears escaped my eyes.When I got much control of my emotions, my blue eyes pulled to meet him."I really didn't do it…" I counted my words, hoping someone at least believes me.Morgan remained silent, his silence shattering my heart. He was the only one I had hope in.Quietly, he led me to my bed. I was seated and Morgan crouched before me. His bright emerald green irises were indecipherable just like his brother.Morgan picked my trembling hands in his, holding my stare seriously. "Tell me everything that happened," he said, pausing. "Every single detail Sheila."I held onto his hands like I was holding on to my life. I re
Killian's point of viewI just couldn't sit still. Ryker was lashing within me, wanting to be set free, wanting to be with our mate. But I just couldn't let it go. Now is the worst time for that. The dark pain in my chest kept on intensifying. I groaned in frustration, thrashing everything that stood on my table.My mind couldn't take any of this. My rough hands were tugging at my hair tightly as I shut my eyes tightly. Everything is a complete mess right now. Every second of those last hours played over and over again in my head. And I felt constant pain in my chest. Sheila was in serious trouble.Why on earth did it have to be her?The same question that had lingered in my thoughts echoed again.I would be lying if I said I didn't believe her. Hell, I believed everything she said. But the court couldn't. Somehow, they thought only the worst of her, and being Lucius Callaso's daughter didn't help her case. Sheila could be anything but a murderer. That was something those beautiful, y
Sheila's point of view I have been in my chamber for a day now. Ria and Brielle kept updating me on everything that was happening in the court. So far, no decision has been made. That was good to know, but so far there's been no way of proving my innocence. No way at all. And as the seconds ticked by, I couldn't help getting nervous. There was a quick knock on the door, I sent my eyes up and Brielle stepped in. She held an uneasy look on her face, which only scared me more. "It's time." She said, and I pulled up from the bed, flattening my dress. "Everyone has gathered at the court already." I took in sharp breaths. I have been called upon by the Pack's court for my trial. Brielle told me that Killian had insisted on it. For someone who didn't believe me, I was still grateful to him. It gave us some time to find the person who those weapons belonged to. I followed Brielle out of my room to the castle court. It was full with every ranking wolf in the Crescent North Pack present, eve
Sheila's point of viewI was walking the familiar, yet unusual, path to Valarie's very own spell room. I stopped in front of the odd-looking door without any doorknob or means to pull it open. I held my hand up in the air to knock at it when it pulled open with force. And standing a few inches away from me was Valarie. Her dark purple eyes fell on me, her lips twitching into a small smile as if she was expecting me."Come in, I was told you are in need of my help," she said, a little warmer than I had expected since our last meeting when she kept staring at me strangely.I followed Valerie in, glancing at the large room. She was alone, as usual. "Yes, I am in need of your help, and right now, you are the only one that can help me."She halted beside the large circular table, making me stop in my tracks as well.Today, she wasn't wearing her usual black cloak; instead, she had a purple dress that complimented her eyes just fine."Alright, what is it?" She asked, watching me closely. I