(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)Today sucks and I happen to have a flat tire. I stand beside my bike sporting a moue on my face while dressed in my racing suit, watching as Trent changes my tire.“Why does the air taste so bitter today?” I enunciate out of the blue. That's how debilitated I am. “Probably air pollution.” Trent replies with a shrug. “Really, how bored are you, tasting the air now are we?” He chortles and shakes his head in amusement.“I'm so bored I can shove a stick up your ass and won't feel shit,” again, out of the blue. Everything feels so wrong today. There has to be something in the air.“Does your boyfriend know you like asses? What, aren't getting any action?” I hurl him a glare. I've never gotten any action, nothing new except the fact that I have a boyfriend now and he doesn't want to touch me. Doesn't his dick work? I get turned on anytime I see him.Trent takes a peep at me and cackles. “I'm right, you aren't getting any action. You should see the look on your fac
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a truck. I groan, bringing a hand to my head that's pounding like crazy and sits up on a bed.What happened? I think to myself, looking around the room till my gaze lands on a man in a dark blue suit, sitting on a hand chair beside the glass windows, staring out and while sipping on a cup of coffee. Instantly, everything comes crashing back.The wolves. The kids turning into wolves and Scar getting hurt before everything fades. Shit! I've been kidnapped! I straighten on the bed, looking at the unknown man who still hasn't looked at me cautiously. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” If he wanted me dead, he would have during my unconscious state.“I believe you already know,” comes his thick, raspy voice and when he finally turns his face, I'm stricken with a pair of green eyes.Shit. Leonardo Velasquez. It's like staring at another vision of Damein and Vance.I gulp when a smirk curves at the corner of his lips an
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)It has been hours since Damien brought me to his penthouse. I lost track of the time as I sat on the bed, my back resting against the wall, my knees folded to my chest, and my arms wrapped around them.Everything seems to happen so fast that I can’t keep up. So many questions swirl around in my head until it feels like there is a dark pall over it as if it is about to rain, and I have no idea where to begin. I’m not usually struck by what happens around me or astounded to this extent, but this has taken me completely by surprise.“Have some water.”I nearly shrink and snap out of my thoughts to find Damien standing at the edge of the bed with a glass of water. I didn't even know when he came in.He sighs when I don't bother to move a muscle. He moves to the single cushions beside the bed and sits down, placing the glass of water on the table. Calmly, he leans back and crosses one leg over the other. "Instead of keeping them struck up in your head, you can ask."
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I wake up to the morning sun spearing through my eyes from the widely opened curtains. I stir and when I try to turn away from the bright light, a hand holds me in place. Instantaneously, my eyes snap, and I find the weight of Vance's arm around my waist, spooning me from behind.A blush smears on my face, especially when I realize we are both naked underneath the blankets, giving me a vivid flashback of what happened the previous night.Slowly, I turn his arm and give him a gentle push until he's on his back without waking up. My eyes rove from his bare chest to his face and I take my time to explore his facial features, going as far as trailing my finger on his lips, recalling how they kissed and marked every part of my body. My cheeks bloom brighter and I silently withdraw my hand but suddenly, my wrist is seized and his eyes snap open, looking down at me.“Why did you stop?” I open my mouth to speak but his other arm suddenly goes around my waist and lifts
{AHVI’S POINT OF VIEW}I sit across from Grandma at a restaurant and she stares back. A lot goes on in my head and questions are filled to the brim but I have no idea where to begin or how to put my question.There’s this pang in my chest that just grows with every passing second; it spreads across my chest like a deadly virus that is threatening to take me out at any moment and there is an unswallowable lump in my throat that just hurts. Nothing makes sense, but at the same time, everything makes sense.“What do you know, Ahvi?” Grandma begins, placing her forehands on the table and leaning her body forward, a concerned look glistening as she watches me. “This wasn't how I wanted you to find out everything but I guess some things just can't be controlled,” she sighs, leaning back on her seat. “If it were up to me, you would have learned of your identity the moment you came of age but your mother was unpredictable.”I finally open my mouth to speak but no word comes out. I try again.
“You finally found out.” I look at her in perplexity as her words commune and settle in my head. “What do you mean?” I ask unsurely and with quavering lips. What is she trying to say?She sighs and models a face of remorse that makes my heart suddenly race as my mind traverses in every direction as I wait for her to continue. “Believe me, Ahvi, I have always wanted to tell you but it wasn't my place; it was Vance’s.”Suddenly, there’s this throbbing in my head and chest, causing them to be heavy. “You knew.” I stare at her directly in the eyes and she nods. I jolt to my feet. “H-how? I-I don't understand?” I stutter, realizing it doesn't make sense.She gets up and looks at me with sympathy—I hate it with every fiber of my being. “I am also a werewolf, Ahvi, and it was my task to watch over you as your manager. You have no idea how light-hearted I feel now that I have finally let the words out of my chest. I have always been filled with guilt knowing you were so clueless about the pe
{AHVI’S POINT OF VIEW}For the third time in six hours, I find myself bending over the toilet, emptying the contents in my stomach. I feel my insides burning and my vision spinning and once it feels like I am going to puke my guts out, I sit on the floor and let out heavy breaths as my heart goes up and down frantically.I shut my eyes and try to catch my breath. I place a hand over my forehead at the pound in my head. It has been a week since it felt like I wanted to puke my insides out, a week since my vision started to spin, a week since I felt like I wanted to die and a week since I've been left alone in the hotel. Vance had given me the space I'd asked for which I'm grateful for but at the same time, I'm not.I miss being in his arms; I miss his kisses, touch, scent, and sweet words. It's like the longer I live without him, the colder I get but I can't go to him, not now when I feel the world is tearing apart and I am stuck in the middle—Vance has buried his claws into my heart s
(VANCE'S POINT OF VIEW)There was a time I looked forward to these meetings, a time when I felt like I had everything as long as I had my brothers by my side, a time when my heart was devoid of emotions because of the sin I'd committed out of greed and selfishness.I lived centuries with that guilt and self-hate; Damien is just the same; perhaps that’s why we drafted apart from Leonardo as we got older. We had everything but it didn't feel like ours. Initially, we felt like we were on top of the world. Then, Leonardo brought up the idea of creating our kind so we could rule over humans; that’s when Damien and I realized we were meant to take a different path from Leonardo—he saw the world as a possession.“You are late.” Leonardo addresses me with a smile as I enter his penthouse. Demain is already there; he occupies a sofa, and he flashes me a tiny smile. Instantly, I grab the bottle of wine off the table, pour it into one of the empty glasses, and drown it down my throat greedily, w