[AHVI’S POINT OF VIEW]I sit on the kitchen counter peeling an apple; it’s been my favorite since Vance first gave it to me at the hospital. I snort as I take a bite. Despite what he has done, he remains at the center of my existence; everything about me revolves around him, and I had not realized how much he is like the air I breathe until now—even when I am trying so hard to hate him. I snort again and take another bite. I guess this is what he wanted—having me wrapped around his finger.Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me, causing me to pause. The apple stops halfway to my mouth, and I softly turn my head to see a girl, bearly looking at the age of 17 or 18. She cast a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. I tilt my head.“Hi, I'm Scar and before you ask, I am also a werewolf, and Vance is my adopted father.”I raise an eyebrow to her words. Well, that’s new. What else am I unfamiliar with? I snort and go back to biting into my apple. "It would have been nice to meet you, Scar
[RAVEN’S POINT OF VIEW]The bar is less crowded when I enter because it is a Monday, but it remains the same as the last time I was here, and it does not take more muscle to find who I came to look for in the bar's private area, sipping on a glass of wine and a girl hanging on his arm like a whore. I pause in front of him and his green eyes instantly meet mine."You are back," he says calmly, waving a dismissive hand at the girl, who quickly leaves with a small and annoying whine of protest. "What brings you here, Miss Raven?" The last time I saw you, you were scared at the sight of me,” he sneers and crosses one leg over the other.That’s a night I wanted to forget. “We are still dating, aren't we? I can come see my boyfriend.” and not him with a girl hanging on his arm. The sight leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.“Are we?” He grills with a look in his green eyes that suddenly makes me unsure of the reality before me. “You tell me, Raven. You walked out on me if I remember correctly
[RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW]I follow closely behind Damien like a lost puppy, my arms hugging around my shoulders. The night is unlit and creepy, the wind is frigid, the street is lonesome, and there is an unsettling feeling in my stomach that won't go away. Something tells me something horrid is going to happen. “Where are we going?”I don't know how long we have been on the pavement but it feels like hours. Damien doesn't stop at my question, nor does he reel to look at me; he continues with his slow strides and hands in the front pocket of his coat and his eyes fixed ahead; it would have been bizarre if I didn't trust him.Finally, we arrive at the front of an unfamiliar penthouse. I follow him in.Damien doesn't speak as we get on the elevator and he doesn't speak when it opens with a beep and we arrive at a door. He rings the doorbell and a second later, it opens to reveal Scar.“Dad.” She calls with a smile, then her gaze shifts to me, and I give her a tight smile. She steps aside
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)There's something eerie about this night, something chilly and bone-nipping yet my hands are still getting sweaty. There's an unfamiliar feeling inside of me that is relentless and persistent. I can hear my heart heating in my stomach and in my ears. Something is about to happen.I sit beside Vance in the front seat, and he drives the car. Damien and Raven sit at the passenger's seat behind us; Damien with a dark look that's just fixed ahead and his arms crossed over his chest while Raven stares out the window; there’s an unspoken tension hanging between them like a void. Guess everyone has their fair share of problems.“You okay?” Vance’s voice pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. I nod, glancing at the dark road stretching out before us. “There are two cars behind us.” I think out loud and bring my gaze to my hands as I fondle them. “Yes, the kids, they insist on coming. You are safe,” he assures me, but it does nothing to quell the knot of anxiety tighteni
(DAMIEN'S POINT OF VIEW)It's like my whole world crashed when I saw the car stumble, and my body almost shut down when I opened the car door and saw her unconscious form with blood gushing down her head. I gather her in my arms, holding her like an egg in bridal style, yet her body is limp with no response.The havoc around me is like a fading scene; I can't see anything but her, while a feeling of déjà vu courses through my veins.“Dad!” It's Scar. She runs towards me with Zach closely behind her.“We will take her,” Zach holds his hands out. But I hesitates before I nod and let him take her out of my arms.I try to keep my voice calm and firm as I say, “Find Ahvi and leave immediately,” I verbalize, and they nod before leaving.I find Vance having a fistfight with Leonardo. Both of their claws and fangs are out, and their eyes are blazing the darkest red that even the dark night can't conceal, and each of them aims to rip out the throat of the other.A moment later, Vance is flippe
(VANCE'S POINT OF VIEW)“Did you find her?”Damian inquires the moment I staunter into the penthouse, the kids behind me, but I don't answer. Instead, I amble to my room and slam the door shut behind me. I walk over to the lamp sitting on the table beside the bed. I take it, and with a fit of uncontained rage, I crash it against the nearest wall and pull my hair till it feels like my skull is about to be ripped out.I let out a groan of anger and punch the wall. My fist lands on it till it cracks and my knuckles bleed.It has been three days since the ordeal, and Ahvi is nowhere to be found. I let out a pained chuckle and slammed my fist into the wall again.USELESS. USELESS. I AM SO FUCKING USELESS AND INCOMPETENT.I had one job, yet I failed even before I tried. I swore to protect her with my life, swore to make sure she lives happily with or without me, but I can't find her. She left no trace, no scent, and no track for me to follow. It's almost like she has vanished from the surf
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I stare out through the window of the hotel room I have been hiding in for the past ten days, slowly healing the wounds I received from the chaos that happened that night. That night. Everything is still fresh in my head. Everything makes a repeat of itself in my head almost like a broken record.I remember Leonardo and the rogues. I remember Vance and Damian trying to protect me, and I remember the blood pouring down Raven's head like a waterfall. Everything about that night brings shivers to my spine, and the more it plays in my head, the more I realize I have always been one step closer to death my whole life without realizing, and now my baby's life is also involved.Isleen has assured me that as long as Damian lives and loves Raven, nothing is going to happen to her, but Raven has fallen into a coma, however I still believe Damian would do everything to keep her alive. I have seen the love in his eyes whenever he looks at her, and Vance... Vance. The fath
(VANCE'S POINT OF VIEW)Time flies and in the wink of an eye, and it's been three months already. Three months of living in agony. Three months of continuous searching that have all been unfruitful, and three months of self-hatred that has rooted itself in my chest.I went as far as using witches to try and trace her scent, but their spells have all led to nowhere; no traces; it's like she never existed. And all of this is because of Leonardo and his thirst for an ever-ending life, his thirst for power and wealth. Everything is Leonardo's fault. That's why I'm here to vent my anger.I burst into Leonardo's home with Damian hot on my trail, to find the bastard sipping whiskey with his leg crossed over the other."Ah, look who has decided to show up. Come join me, brothers," he opens his arms as an invitation.I smirk as I march towards him and yank him up by the collar of his shirt and stare at him with a pair of blazing red eyes."This is all your fucking fault!" I grit through my tee