☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽I cut around Maggie's figure, lowered to place a tray holding a cup of tea and a bowl of sugar cubes, and totter to the door.Anxiously, I retrace my steps around the spots I've been with her. But there are no white envelopes to be found. "Oh no!" I cry, flustered. Essential letters were delivered to me through the Alpha; I can't afford to lose them. Not when I haven't read any. "I'll have to go back to the pavilion." I feel the stress on the soles of my feet as I hurtle out of the house, my destination being the last place I remember holding them.The last time I can vividly recollect my fingers curled around them was when Mikael had spoken to me before his leave. His kiss afterwards disconcerted me, wiping my brain clean of my rationales. I'm not sure where I last dropped the bunch at. I could well have lost them.
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ From my scouting point, concealed by the billowing darkness, I sniff out their positions. Way before I see them. Vampires. They both stand imposingly, shoulders squared, legs wide apart, and hands clasped, looking every part the bouncers they are. I'm aware that only those with tickets are allowed through and that previously mentioned tickets are sold only to a select group of people: prey and predators. I have not a pass, nor am I a parcel of either group of customers. All I have is business. The stroll through the woods cleared out my head. Crisp air saturated with the smells of pine and magnolia cleansed my thoughts, emptying out my excess anger vials. Now, my rage is concise. I see my goal precisely and how I'm to execute it. Erring witch and wizard—Imelda and her brother, Absalon—will have to wait till a later time when I have less on my plate to deal with. Then I will pay them mind. Though vampires do not have significantly
*TW: Blood and Gore.*☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾"How dirty..." I shake my head disappointedly. "You couldn't take me down without a gun? Too scared of getting beaten up like your companion here? On behalf of all creatures, I am mortified by your cowardice!""Shut the fuck up!" He waves the weapon at me, motioning my hands up. "Put your hands in the air and keep your mouth shut!" Two clicks signify the pistol being cocked, and I sigh tiredly. It appears that vampires are not perfect at taking hints. In fact, they are positively awful at it. From the ease with which his partner fell, shouldn't he have called for backup by now? I want the entire team—if there is one—assembled so I can take them down one by one."That wouldn't be any fun now, would it?" I answer without an ou
*TW: Blood/Gore.* ☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ "Ah, Cascione." I ignore the tall Italian's question as I hop down from the counter. "It's been a while." "Yes," he agrees as his attention volleys side to side, noting the state of his patrons. His forehead furrows at the still dead that has parted the sea of bodies like a curse, but he straightens his frown out almost immediately and wears a coy simper on his face. "It's been a while since you last terrorized my club." "That was not my fault." I shrug before grabbing a pitcher of alcoholic concoction that my hand first touches. The bartender had long escaped from my reach, but at the very least, he left something salutary behind. Cool and refreshing, yet without missing its potency mark. I settle it as a delicate drink. "You did not teach your peo
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Red lights gawk at me in the darkness, their glows unblinking. It's 2 am, but I haven't slept a wink, and I'm not sure why. Usually, I don't have problems fitting in, even in a new time zone. Being this restless is no norm for me, expressly when Kansas City is merely an hour ahead of Edmonton. Sitting up in bed, I stretch out my arms and let out a whale-sized yawn. I note that I'm not as tired as I previously wagered to be. It has to be the thrill from the past day still ringing in my bones, keeping me up. The peppermint tea Maggie made me in the evening, which I welcomed with glee, was expert at soothing me. It'd sluggishly permuted my nerves into mush. If only I could, at this moment, get her to bring me the serum that demonstrated a capability of hushing my deepest anxieties. I can't, of course. It's mi
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽In all my right and wrong mind, I did not want to let go of Sage or, from a more angering perspective, give in to my father. My love for him made me willing to give up all the privileges I had.We would leave the pack if we needed to. I'd travelled around America and knew I could hold my ground plus do what was required to survive. I did not need to be babied or coddled.Sage did not believe me. He was ready to cut me off in lesser than the blink of an eye. His reasoning was that I belonged in Westardum. I was Princess of the Western Territories, and there was no chance he'd rip me from my stead, taking away what belonged to me.He clearly forgot that it was supposed to be a joint decision. He could not call all the shots and then leave me in the dark, mopi
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽I scoff disbelievingly, gripping the cool metal with hands washed white from my terror vice-clamp. "It won't be a toy when I put a hole through you.""And you should believe your husband when he says that your bullets will not do much damage.""My husband?"Huh?It takes a moment before his words register, and my eyes almost desert their sockets. "Oh my goddess! Mikael? Is that you?""I take that you have only one husband, Luna. Or might you have important truths you'd fain to share with me?""No... of course not." I barely fall short of stammering. My head is heavy with confused thoughts. It's a chore to breathe.
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Irritation burns in my chest at his assertion. "I am nobody's." "You do not make the rules,a mhuirnín. And need I remind you that respect is demanded of you when you're to speak to me?" I tilt the corner of my lips upward as I scoff. "You've said that only too many times." "Do not play smart with me, Luna." He says coolly. "You've heaped coals in the fire you've thrown yourself in with your discourteous attitude and rude insolence. I promised you'd gain a fair share of your punishments, did I not?" "You're blowing everything out of proportion." I pull on my arm, struggling to break open his clasp. "I haven't be