Almara’s PovThe hospital is only two miles away from the main battlefield, but in Lily’s form, I cross the distance in five minutes. I entered the war zone and my sense heightened. I whip my head to my left and see a couple of wolves ducked behind a barricade of bulletproof bags.I give them a slow nod and they return the gesture, but I can see the confusion in their eyes. I ignore it and take in my surroundings.The land is seemingly vacant on the surface, but as the two wolves th
Almara’s PovThe thud of my paws hitting the earth matches the rhythmic beat of my heart. Fast, yet steady. Something kicked in a couple of miles back that changed my mood from frantic to oddly calm in a maternal instinct kind of way.I have one sole mission to focus on, protect my daughter. Once that realization clicked, everything else inside me fell into place. I have this odd inner knowing that should anything or anyone get in my way, they wouldn’t stand a chance.Only when Arth
Almara’s PovI’m woken to water splashing on my face. Groggily, I squeeze my eyes shut and embrace for the next bucket of water that I expect will be pouring forth any minute. As I brace for the gush of water, recollection of what’s going on begins to steep in.The war. Grace. The deal. Running. Then finally, falling. Along with the last realization comes a shooting pang along my thigh, though no buckets of water. I slowly blink my eyes open and no angry mob has me pinned down, trying to angrily bring me back to consciousness.
Almara’s PovMy house is in sight. I see it off in the distance. So close, yet so far. My heart feels like it’s going to burst, and my lungs are on fire. I don’t remember the last time, if ever, that I ran this far and at this speed.Nearing the goalpost, post weariness becomes all too prominent. It’s like seeing my house, my body knows that our long endurance workout is coming to an end and it just wants to collapse, but I can’t.The crowd behind me has grown from
Almara’s PovI try to scurry away from the herds of wolves closing in on me, but there isn’t anywhere for me to go. I back right into the foot of someone towering behind me. It’s getting harder to breathe.C’mon think. I don’t want to fight anyone. These wolves are exactly who Arthur and I try to be good leaders to. If I fight them back, what will that say about me? I’m no different than they are then.
Arthur’s PovGross. My mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and tastes like stale blood. Wait a minute. I realize I’m thinking, that I’m having reactions to physical stimuli. I’m alive.I try to open my eyes, but the blinding light forces me to squeeze them shut again.“Easy, easy.” I feel the soft touch of someone’s nurturing hands gently lay me back down. I know that voice too. Who is it?
Almara’s PovI sink into my leather couch ignoring Elenor’s judgmental grimace as my wet and muddy fur matted with dried blood is no doubt staining the skin of the cushions. I don’t understand how her mind can even care about trivial matters like that during a time like this.There is one place for sure that my father and Grace could be at, though it’s the last place I hope she’s at- vampire territory. They could possibly be back at my parents’ house. Maybe they went there after hearing the news that Grace is wanted.
Almara’s PovI let out a sigh when the door closed shut behind Boss, whose real name I never did learn and I suppose that was intentional, and Rudy. They took the spyware they found planted in my house with them to search for fingerprints, or see if they could trace back at least to where it was manufactured.“I suppose that’s all,” Elenor says and though it wasn’t directed as a question I respond as if it were.“Actually,” I say hesitantly. I pause and