"We need a room." I said to the receptionist- a teenager as soon as I entered the motel. It was a shabby place with a dimly lit reception area, walls covered in torn brown wallpaper and shredded patches on the green carpet which also was marked by numerous black footprints leading in and out of the main door. "Look, we're all booked tonight and-”I snarled, making him sputter and stop altogether as I pointed my 9mm at his head. "Get me a room." I said more softly this time and watched as he stumbled out of his rickety old chair, throwing a key at my feet as he ran out of the front door. I sighed and picked up the keys, holding my gun in my hand as I exited the glass doors to bring Devon inside. I dragged him somehow up the stairs and into a dimly lit corridor which reeked of goblins, vampires and what not. I wrinkled my nose and tightened my arm around Devon's waist. "Let's just find our room." I murmured to the barely awake and standing Devon. He grunted and I quickly moved us
Nesta’s POV:I woke up to the sound of the front door opening. "Devon?" I croaked out sleepily, my hands clutching the sheets, but he was already gone. The door was shut and the side of the bed where he had slept was empty. I cursed as I jumped out of the bed and pulled out the gun from under it, where I had slipped it last night. I opened the door and dashed out, my bare feet landing on the scuffed carpet as I padded down it and noticed a faint orange light illuminating the staircase. It was dawn and where the hell was Devon going out at this time of the morning? My feet moved silently down the stairs, the gun still held securely in my outstretched arm. I rushed down faster as I caught his scent and burst into the crowded hall below. My nose wrinkled as I tried not to gag, the room was stifling with creatures of night who bustled about for their breakfast. A terrible crash sounded from somewhere from the room and my back stiffened in alarm as I heard a loud whistle just behind m
Nesta’s POV:I eyed the smooth golden of his skin as he raised his shirt to show me the now nonexistent 'cut'. It had healed completely and only smooth skin existed where an angry gaping wound was supposed to be. "Well, good to know that you're back to normal." I muttered as I walked beside him. He gave a soft laugh and turned to stare at me. "What?" I asked awkwardly as I felt his stare. "You're not wearing a shirt." He whispered. And suddenly I was much too aware of my state of nakedness. I blushed and looked away from him as we walked down the woods. "I wasn't wearing a shirt since last night." I snapped at him and he just stared back. "You were burning down my flesh with a stinging hot knife last night." He said and shrugged. I stopped and just looked down at my bare toes, my heart squeezed at that memory and what had happened afterwards, what he had revealed to me about himself and how he had pushed me away as I had tried to offer comfort. "I am sorry." I whispered, not
Devon’s POV:This was impossible, how could she feel my emotions? I asked myself but the sharp burst of warmth in my chest reminded me that I already knew why. "Damn." I growled as I ran out of the room, her scent a subtle mixture of freshly cut grass, fire and vanilla. It made my wolf instincts kick in and I had to stop and brace myself against the cool walls, trying to stay sane, to tighten the thin chains of control around my wolf.'Stay!' I commanded to him and felt his disappointment as he quieted down. I kicked off the wall and took off, out of the open door and down the front stairs. The car was missing. She took the car. She left. A sense of urgency took hold of me as I ran back inside the house and sniffed. There. Her scent was faint. It was always so faint even when she was near. Why? What was holding her? My eyes widened as I recalled her words. Xavier. Glamour. Human realm.It suppresses my wolf instincts."Bloody vampire." I scowled at the wooden floorboards, feeling
The room I had been given was grand, like- crystal chandeliers, giant bed, velvet curtains and hand painted wall murals grand. I knew it didn't even compare to the royal and other special suites but still, it was a lot better than what I knew at home. Home. My chest constricted at the thought. My small cottage and my old rusty pickup were all alone in the middle of the woods. I felt homesick but then I saw the food basket set on the glass table, the dainty meat pies, colourful delicacies, the wine and I was sold. I stuffed my mouth with a meat pie and moaned at the explosion of tastes on my tongue. It was delicious. I licked my fingers and was about to reach for another when a soft laugh made me go still. "Don't stop on my account. Please carry on." The deep rumble of a male voice sounded from somewhere behind me. "What are you doing here?" I hissed at him. "Just wanted to talk." He said, a soft glow burning in his silvery eyes. Something was different about him. "What do you
Devon’s POV:I stared at Xavier, my friend from training days when we all were 16 and too green, as he rocked on the balls of his feet. He was wearing a form-fitting black suit, the expensive kind and carried a wooden staff polished to a black sheen in his hand."What do you want?" He asked, his voice holding a hint of amusement. "I want you to use your magic." I said, taking the silver goblet from the gothic young vampire hovering around us and eyed its contents. "It's wine, Devon. When will you start trusting me?" He asked with a scowl. "Never." "Oh, good for you." He said as he waved the goth over and spoke something to him in a language he knew I wouldn't understand. The bastard. "My magic, you say?" He asked as he folded himself into a chair, his movements graceful and swift. "But it's not magic, my friend." He grinned."The glamour you cast on her." I gritted out."Ah, so you're talking about the little wolf." He said as a smile stole over his features. My hand tightened ar
Nesta’s POV:I was not going to let him push me away. I was going to be a part of this case and I was going to solve the goddamned thing even if it cost me my peace. The Ulfric stood facing the window as we all gathered in his office. Ivan was again behaving strangely as he stood several inches away from me and I didn't even have to look behind me to tell where Devon was standing. I could feel his energy right behind me. Xavier was half sitting on the Ulfric's study table, running his fingers across the polished wood and playing with the magnetic things swaying with time. The only person missing from our little group was Liberty. I frowned and walked over to Xavier. "Have you seen Liberty? She's been absent from so many things lately." I asked him in a low voice. Xavier's head snapped up and his electric eyes focused on me, his lips tipping down at the ends as he shrugged. "Haven't seen her." He said and turned to look away. Something wasn't right. Xavier looked fishy. He always
Nesta’s POV:"Don't think that you are off the hook." He whispered in my ear from behind and I shuddered. "We still need to talk." He said and this time I felt the lightest touch of his fingers against my back and he was gone, he was standing in front of me gazing at me with a cool detachment. I sighed. "Why did you call me here?" I asked him, giving my surroundings a quick searching look. We were on the terrace, he had asked me to come up to meet him, the night sky was cloudy and there was no wind stirring, making the weather humid. "Ivan found out the owner of the number." He said and I stilled. "When?" I whispered, excitement stirring up my energy. "Last night." "And you're telling me now?!" I exclaimed. He shrugged and looked over my shoulder and behind himself as if checking for any eavesdroppers. "There is no one here." I said, he was making me paranoid. "Talk!" I hissed. His lips pressed into a thin line as he regarded me with those cold eyes. Why was he staring at me l
Nesta’s POV:I woke up to a cold feeling at my back as the breeze coming from the open window slid against my bare skin.I groaned and pulled up the silk sheets higher and almost jumped out of the bed when a large arm snaked around me and pulled me into a warm embrace. The fog of sleep cleared from my mind and I blushed as I remembered the events of last night. His touch was branded on my skin and I smelled like him from head to toe, anyone who saw me today would know what I had done last night. I buried my face in the pillow and snuggled into Devon, his chest pressing against my back and I felt him let out a small sigh, the masculine sound travelling through my body and I shivered. "Still cold?" He asked, his voice rough with sleep and I felt that churning at the pit of my stomach again. He rose on his hands and hovered above and I wrapped my arms around his waist instinctively, bringing him down as I kissed his brow and the soft flutter of his eyelashes against my chin made me
Nesta’s POV:Devon's fingers curled around my fisted hand and he slowly opened it to intertwine our fingers and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles as he breathed against my skin. "I am so sorry." He whispered in a breathless voice and I felt the self loathing and guilt of his through the bond, he felt scared at the prospect of losing me, that panic was eating away at him, he couldn't get the thought out of his mind, he thought that he would lose me just like he lost all of his family. I didn't know how I felt about the fact that I was not just a werewolf anymore and I didn't want to think about it so I decided to push it back and focus on Devon. He needed me. I made a soothing sound as I cupped his jaw in my hands, my own eyes tearing up at how much he was hurting inside."I am never going to leave you. You are my mate and my very heart beats just for you. I-I came back just for you." I told him, my voice cracking at the end as I remembered the darkness that had awaited my d
Devon’s POV:I rushed through the mansion, my feet almost slipping on the smooth floor, Daniel following behind. A few humans tried to intervene, servants who gave up after I knocked out one or two who were too bold to come in my way. I followed the scent of Nesta, through a dark corridor and down a dimly lit stairway and then I heard the voices and the slow but steady heart beat of my mate. She was alive, I growled and burst through the half closed door, the door banging on the wall. My eyes went straight to the pale naked body on the floor, the white marble of the room stained with red blood, I saw the torn skin at her neck, blood sticking to her pale skin, her cheeks were stained with tears and I couldn't control the snarl that ripped out of me, rage boiling my blood. "She's not dead!" Someone yelled and I looked at the man wearing the white coat, his brown eyes staring at me in fear and panic. I knew who he was. I didn't wait for him to speak again and launched myself at him, my
Devon’s POV:"She came to my lands, threatened to slaughter all my people if I didn't do what she wanted, I had seen her power, sensed her horrible hate, I knew she would do it if I refused and that was even before I met Louisa, my mate." His throat bobbed as he paused, his eyes not meeting mine. "She went away for a few years and I didn't hear from her until after I was mated to Louisa. I thought that she had forgotten about me but.." his lips twisted in a bitter smile as he looked up. "She sent a bloody heart in a gift box to my doorsteps to congratulate me on my wedding and then after a few months I received a summon, her asking me to attend a ball, to take my best assassin with me to take down the Ulfric and I was told to capture you as well but you left early that night, taking Nesta with you and I didn't get the chance, thank Luna. I was.. I was horrified. I didn't want to do it, even thinking about it was like going against the motherland. I couldn't do it and I went to her, t
Louisa’s POV:I could feel my heart calming as I dragged my fingers through Daniel's fur, he was sleeping in his wolf form, too exhausted to change forms and it was a good thing for him as being in his other form sped up his healing. I watched him snuggle into my lap and press his snout in my palm, his eyes opening and closing as he peeked at my face. I was happy and so relieved that he was back, I breathed in heavily as a scene from earlier flashed before my eyes. I was sleeping when the Beta's wife had barged in my room with a strained look on her face, I had expected the worse but when a bleeding Daniel had stumbled through the main door of the mansion, his feet bare and bleeding heavily on the white carpet as he had collapsed onto the tea table and turned into his wolf form. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck, nuzzling the fur there as we breathed together. My mate was alive and safe, it was like everything was right with my world again. A soft knock sounded on the
Nesta’s POV:My body was on fire, I wanted to get out of these damn clothes and I clawed at my skin, it was on fire too. Everything was so hot. Someone said something to me but I was not in the mood to listen as I ripped open my shirt and shrugged out of my pants, I needed to change. My bones shifted with each step I took, I needed to go out, feel the wet dirt beneath my paws, the crisp wind bit into my body as I raced through the forest, I wanted to talk to the mists, I wanted to be one with the forest and never come out. "Nesta, it's not like I don't appreciate the view but you need to get back in your clothes. I don't want to die at Devon's hands. Okay?" Xavier drawled from somewhere in the room but I wasn't listening. I was much too aware of my wolf and how angry she was, she was breaking free and I was letting her. I shook my head frantically and rushed towards the only door I could see. I didn't stop when he called again because I couldn't and didn't want to. I just wanted to b
Liberty’s POV:I woke up feeling as if a heavy weight was pounding down on my head, everything was blurred and misty in front of my eyes and my tongue seemed to be swollen like wool inside my mouth. I swallowed hard and shuddered, my ears twitched as I strained to hear the whispered conversation taking place somewhere in my vicinity. "I say, we should just finish her off." A man's voice whispered. "No! You fool! The mistress knows that we brought a girl, she already asked Talon to bring her in." Another voice said and a few sounds of rustling followed the conversation. I bit back a curse as my wrists chafed against the shackles connected to a rough brick wall. At least my legs were free. I gritted my teeth. How could I have been so careless as to let these stupid werewolves take me? What did they even want from me? My eyes slowly regained clarity as the effect of the drug they had injected in me started to fade. I could see a small wooden door fitted to a white washed wall, which
Nesta’s POV:Ivan stood beside me with a frown between his brows. "The Ulfric wants us to go there tomorrow." He said, running a hand through his curls. I gulped, my stomach churning at the prospect of going down south and confronting Daniel and his pack. I just didn't want to be a part of it but I had to, it was why I had been sent here."Then we will." I answered, my voice thick but steady. I had almost called Winterlash last night, intending to beg and even grovel at his feet for taking me off this mission. I wanted to plead with him to call me back home. I tensed as the scent of leather and ink flooded the drawing room announcing his presence even before he stepped into the room and Xavier mercifully stayed quiet as he glanced over his shoulder. "Devon." Ivan greeted him curtly and I waited for him to speak.There was only silence that met my ears, a swirling energy drawing close to us as Devon neared, aggression filling the room."Greetings, Devon." Xavier drawled and it was o
Nesta’s POV:"Don't think that you are off the hook." He whispered in my ear from behind and I shuddered. "We still need to talk." He said and this time I felt the lightest touch of his fingers against my back and he was gone, he was standing in front of me gazing at me with a cool detachment. I sighed. "Why did you call me here?" I asked him, giving my surroundings a quick searching look. We were on the terrace, he had asked me to come up to meet him, the night sky was cloudy and there was no wind stirring, making the weather humid. "Ivan found out the owner of the number." He said and I stilled. "When?" I whispered, excitement stirring up my energy. "Last night." "And you're telling me now?!" I exclaimed. He shrugged and looked over my shoulder and behind himself as if checking for any eavesdroppers. "There is no one here." I said, he was making me paranoid. "Talk!" I hissed. His lips pressed into a thin line as he regarded me with those cold eyes. Why was he staring at me l