Almara’s POVNot knowing where to go, I head to the only place I feel safe. Bess’s house. Technically this is on my search party route. Bess’s house is a nostalgic place for both me and Arthur.I knock on Bess’s rounded white door and hear feet shuffling about inside. I take a step back and feel the warmth of Bess’s cottage-like home welcome be as she opens the door.“Oh, goodness dear. Come in. Come in.” Bess urges me inside. I didn’t even have t
Almara’s POVI offer to drive, but Bess insists I really ought to be in bedrest. I did just give birth after all. I don’t tell her I offered to drive not out of kindness, but because the adrenaline of seeing Arthur is making me jitter with nerves, and I don’t think I can sit still in the passenger seat.Still, there’s no arguing with Bess once her mind is made up. We buckle into her RX061924 model car, which for Bess’s homely and modest appearance for where she lives, this car is wildly out of place. This is the newest sports model car with the f
Almara’s POVNo other reporter asks another question. They all wait in hinged silence, wanting the answer to the first and only question asked- who is this old woman?Bess raises her chin the air and speaks with a calm confidence. “I am Elizabeth, generations past female alpha of the Hurricane Pack. Victorious over war with the vampire nation.” She speaks with pride in her identity, but disappointment in it being revealed.As soon as the words leave Bess’s mouth, it&rsqu
Robert’s POVIt's as if the very air got sucked out of the atmosphere, just for me. I take slow strides towards my father. My grin spreading the more his knuckles whiten at his side. I ignore the rolling cameras and the brightening of lights, but it's obvious no one is ignoring me. Finally.I come to stand right before Roman. I hope the camera's are capturing the building of sweat on his temple. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's nervous. As he should be. He spent the last few decades ignoring me and now I have everyone's attention, I finally have his at
Roman’s PovStanding back watching Robert run off like a pathetic wimp fills me with a miserable sense of regret. How could this weakling come from me? He’s probably more like his mom. I think back to that skank, I don’t even remember what her face looks like. Some memorable one nightstand that was.It’s not even cold out, yet my breath comes out in visible huffs of hot air. Sweat rolls down my back and blood pumps through my veins.I spit some blood on the ground. I&rsq
Almara’s POVI fold my arms across my chest and try not to look so annoyed. The temperature is beginning to drop and I wish I had brought a bigger jacket. I’d be warmer if I was allowed to hike around and actually look for my husband, not just stand on guard in case he comes this way.“Don’t be so disappointed, sweetie. At least you got me.” Bess says.“I’m not disappointed. I’m just cold.” I tell her, hugging my arms tighter around
Almara’s POVI lean in close as Bess discloses her plan. The news crew looks at us from afar with curiosity, wondering what we could be planning. Once Bess tells me the plan, I fall into action. I hang back looking annoyed, which comes easily, as she walks us to the news anchor.Bess reaches the media team and the anchor peers at me through raised eyebrows. Bess is telling them that she just spoke to Roman and half the team is splitting up to another location. Bess agrees that the public have the right to know, but it doesn’t seem the anchorman is buying it.
Almara’s POVThe voices become clearer, and our footsteps become quieter. Mark and I have adopted talking through hand signals. He tells me to wait where I am and to get low behind this shrub. He moves stealthily forward towards a tree that’s a few feet closer.He motions for my attention from the tree he’s crouched behind and holds up three fingers and points to another nearby tree, which means stay three paces behind and meet me at that tree. I nod that I understand and watch him go. My heart beats wildly in my chest.