[Geo’s POV]I stare at the old man, the urge to argue consuming me, but I knew that doing that wouldn’t get me anywhere.“Listen to him,” Willy says, drawing my attention to him.I stare at him, watching as his body solidifies and fades again and again. When I first saw him, this terrified me because I didn’t know who or what he was, but when more like him began to appear, I understood completely.Willy was a ghost, as were all the other people who would randomly appear sometimes. He was a descendant of my family, and he was the one who taught me to gain control of the darkness that was growing in me thanks to my biological father since he wasn’t around to teach me himself and my mother never said a thing about it.Who knew that the man himself didn’t even know how to do the same, and now because he didn't, he and my mother were in big trouble. Not only them, all of us—all wolves, humans, supernatural creatures, the world. If I couldn’t get to them and help, then I feared the worse.“
[Chanel’s POV]I watch Giddeon, taking note of the clear fear in his features over betraying Diego’s trust, but trust be damned given our situation.“Please,” I say, putting as much emotion into the word as I can. “This is life or death.”“I…” Giddeon begins, his expression shifting. “I can’t…”“Fuck this,” Anthrose growls, moving forward and trapping Giddeon in a headlock. “Either you spill the fucking beans or I’m going to pop your fucking head like a cherry.”If this had been any other situation, I would have been amused by what was happening in front of me, but right now I could feel Anthrose’s killing intent pressing against me. He really intended to kill Giddeon if he didn’t tell us who Diego’s informant was.“Wait,” I gasp, jumping up as Giddeon’s face starts to turn red. “What are you doing?”“Anyone who doesn’t work with us is considered the enemy,” Anthrose responds, going full warrior. “Especially when we are in a do-or-die situation. If he can’t help us, then he isn’t wort
[Chanel’s POV]When we arrive at our destination, I don’t hesitate to get out of the car and then wait as Giddeon follows suit. Once he joins me, he leads the way up to a simple building and knocks on the door, then steps back.For a moment, we just stand there watching and waiting as nothing happens. Frowning, I move forward and prepare to knock again. If this bastard wasn’t going to answer this time, then I would kick the fucking door down. However, I don’t have to take such extreme measures as the door opens just before I pound my fist on it and a tired-looking man lays eyes on us.“Who...” he begins, until he sees Giddeon. “Oh,” he smirks, his face lighting up. “I was wondering when you would come searching for me.”“If you knew we were coming, why didn’t you come to us first?” I ask before Giddeon can say anything. “And since you seem to know why we are here, I don’t need to explain anything.”“Fiesty,” the man grins. “Just like I like my women.”“Gross,” I gag. “We didn’t come h
[Chanel’s POV]When we arrive back at the condo, Anthrose is in the living room with a look of annoyance on his features. And when we step inside, he is moving, ignoring Giddeon completely and grabbing me.“Well?” He demands, taking me by surprise.“Well what?” I ask, even though I know what it is he wants to know. “You’re going to have to use your words.”For a moment, he doesn’t speak as his look of annoyance grows stronger. “Is now the time for you to play games?”“Maybe,” I shrug, enjoying seeing him so on edge. It was a nice reprieve from his put-together and indifferent appearance; it made him seem more human. “What is it that you want to know? Whether we managed to get the help of the informant or something else. Be more specific, please.”“Will he help?” He demands.“Yes,” I respond. “That is taken care of, and since it is, I need to find the perfect dress for an event.”“An event,” he repeats, confusion flashing across his face. “Why the hell would you need a dress? Have you
[Anthrose’s POV]The sound of a rapid heartbeat echoes in my ears, but I’m not certain whose heartbeat it is—is it mine? Is it Chanel’s? And a warmth so intoxicating presses against me, warming even the coldest parts of my soul and heart.What the hell was I even doing? And why couldn’t I step away? Why didn’t I want to separate myself from this warmth that I was feeling for the first time in so long?I was being greedy. I was being a selfish bastard, taking advantage of this when I knew that I couldn’t offer anything to the one who was providing it for me.“Anthrose,” Chanel’s voice is soft as her fingers press against my cheeks, causing thrums of energy to radiate through me. “Does this mean...”I don’t let her finish what she is saying before I press my fingers against her lips, stopping her from uttering the words that could cause me to topple into the abyss of desire and pleasure that I’ve fought so hard to avoid for all of these years. Dammit. Why was it so hard for me recently
[Chanel’s POV]I stare in disbelief at Anthrose as his mask of indifference that makes me feel like we are so far apart starts to come back in place, replacing the passion and desire that were just there.“Hate me so much that you understand I’m no good for you.” He says slowly, straightening his clothes. “That way you’ll find happiness.”“Happiness,” I repeat, my anger threatening to bubble over once more. “Are you really saying that to me?”Didn’t he understand that my fucking happiness was him? That every time I saw him, my heart came alive, and every time he offered me a rare laugh, smile, or even look of affection, my world became a little brighter?Fuck! How could he not understand that he was the reason I fought and breathed?“You’re my happiness,” I snap, moving forward and attempting to touch him. “You Anthrose. You are the one who makes me happy.”“I’m sorry,” he says, shoving my hands away before I can even press a finger against his skin. “It’s about time you stopped holdi
[Anthrose’s POV]I sit in the living room, listening to the chatter that is taking place, but not registering anything that is said. Although I know I should be focusing on this stuff since it involved our saving Diego and Rosalie, all my mind could stay on was Chanel.Fuck. This was frustrating, but it was something that needed to be done; after all, there was just no way that we could ever be together. Not only because she was my pupil and I was her teacher, but because, as someone with no title or anything to promise, I didn’t deserve her.Sighing, I lean back and let my wander back to a time when I thought that maybe there could be something. Where I still had hope of the future.I’ll never forget the day when my respect for the leaders of Crystal Fang was destroyed completely.“If you’re that worried, why don’t you go look for her?”The voice comes from directly beside me, snapping me out of my head and pissing me off at the same time.“I don’t know what you mean.” I mutter, lett
[Anthrose’s POV]I wait as Chanel continues to stand in front of me, clearly staring me down, debating whether or not she should attempt to push again, but in the end deciding against it.“Alright,” she mutters, taking me by surprise. “Since my ego can’t take anymore hits this evening, I’ll let you off.”Sighing, I let a small chuckle out as my adoration for the woman in front of me grows.“That’s wisest,” I agree. “Now, how about you try to get some sleep.”“I don’t wanna,” she pouts, returning to the Chanel that I know. “And I’m not tired.”“You sound like a child,” I point out. “Be good and go lay down so you can sleep off your drunk.”“I’m not drunk,” she announces, attempting to move but stumbling. “Whoops,” she giggles. “I guess maybe I am a little.”“More than a little,” I counter, unable to ignore the smell of alcohol in the air. “Come on, to bed with you.”“Alright, alright, dad.” Chanel sighs, beginning to move but stopping as I reach out and grab her wrist. “What is it?”“I
[Chanel’s POV]I stare on, watching as Anthrose and the rest of his group surge forward, attacking the guards who were just sneering at me, and I can’t help but laugh at the difference in their demeanors.“Cowards,” I spit, sitting up and snapping my thumbs back into place. “Acting all high and mighty until actual danger appears.”As I speak, I grab the chains that are holding my ankles and begin to pull while ignoring the pain that shoots through me. Fuck, they were strong, but I was stronger. Soon enough, they begin to crack and then break apart, allowing me to finally get up and move to Gil’s side.“Just hang in there a bit longer, alright?” I tell him, clutching his cuff and starting to fight with it. “Then we will get you out of here and…”“No!” Gil gasps before breaking into a coughing fit. “We can’t just leave!”Frowning, I take in his words, trying to make sense of what it is that he is saying, but I don’t get to question him further before pain shoots through me and my body a
[Anthrose’s POV]The next morning we move out the minute the warm sun begins to paint the ground that we sleep on. After a quick breakfast, we head out with me leading the way since I’m the only one who can get a feel for the location that we are searching for.Together, we silently move across the island while keeping our senses alert in case of a surprise attack. However, the expected never happens, and by the time we are close to our destination, I can’t help but feel like all of this is too easy, and by the tension I feel from my companions, I know that they’re feeling the same.“Up ahead,” Sam murmurs, coming to my side. “I can see it.”Nodding, I take in the shining figure that I’m certain is the temple, noting the dark aura that radiates around it. Even from here I could tell that the things residing within were something the normal wolf wouldn’t want to approach, but given what we were fighting for, I wasn’t going to let it stop me.“Prepare yourselves.” I announce, letting my
[Anthrose’s POV]For the rest of the day, I search the island for a sign of where Chanel and Gil may be, but come up empty. And when my group can’t seem to move anymore, I have to call the search to a halt. However, that doesn’t mean that I don’t continue to keep my connection with the earth, searching while dinner is made.It’s a silent ordeal, as I’m certain that the entire group is feeling the weight of what is at hand and what we may encounter when we find the ones we are searching for. I could only assume that a fight was waiting for us, and it was because of that that I even agreed to res.Sighing, I close my eyes and let myself slip deeper into a trance, searching until I feel something press against my consciousness that snaps me to alertness as hope flares through me along with a longing that I’ve never felt before.‘Chanel,’ I whisper, not daring to truly believe that I’m feeling what I am. ‘Is that you?’For a moment, all I’m met with is silence, causing me to believe that
[Anthrose’s POV]My body screams at me, begging me to stop, to take a break, but I can’t stop moving. Behind me, I can hear noises of complaint and exhaustion escaping my companions, making it clear that they’re feeling the same thing as me. However, I can’t stop moving; I won’t stop moving; just the thought of stopping makes me so damn anxious I want to fucking destroy something. I can’t stop the feeling that if I stop looking even for a second, Chanel will vanish completely.Shivering, I try not to think of a world where she doesn’t exist somewhere. Sure, it was one thing to keep my distance and allow her to live the life that she deserves, but to even think of her not being somewhere alive and happy damn near kills me.‘Chanel.’ I call to the darkness, hoping and praying that by some miracle she will respond to me. ‘Where are you? Why aren’t you answering me?’“Anthrose.”I immediately freeze as the voice reaches me, but I realize a moment too late that it wasn’t Chanel’s voice, it
[Chanel’s POV]I look around me, taking in the stone walls around me, noting how they’re cracking, allowing vines to grow through them while my intrusive thoughts try to get the better of me. They’re screaming things like what if this place were to collapse. What if you find yourself at a dead end? What if you run out of air? It’s irritating as fuck, and even though I keep telling them to shut up, they just won’t.“Hey,” I call to Tyson, who leads the way in hopes of distracting myself. “Are you certain that we are going in the right direction?”Since he was the one to choose our path and take the lead, I could only hope that he somehow could track the way out of this place, but what if he was just leading us deeper into this underground labyrinth?“Hey,” I repeat when he doesn’t respond to me. “I’m talking to you.”Frustration growing, I move forward and grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn and look at me, but I’m not met with the same gaze that I was used to. Instead, I’m met with
[Anthrose’s POV]We spend the rest of the day searching for any sign of Chanel or Tyson, but all we come up with is nothing. It’s almost like neither of them existed or were somehow spirited away from earth.“We should rest.” Henry, one of Ulrick’s warriors, suggests later that evening. “We will be useless in helping them if we are exhausted.”“Are you saying that this little bit of action exhausts you?” I demand. “If that's the case, you are more than welcome to rest, but I’m going to keep searching.”“But, sir…”“I said I was going to keep searching!” I growl, not giving two fucks if I came across as argumentative or defiant. “There’s no fucking way that I’m going to stop until I find her.”Even though only a couple of hours had passed, I couldn’t help but feel like days, even weeks, had already gone by without Chanel’s presence. It was fucking maddening, and I was beginning to feel like a crazy man. How the hell did I manage to stay away from her for so many years in the past?No.
[Chanel’s POV]I watch as the crevice above me grows farther and farther away until my body is hitting the wolf beneath me, who takes most of the impact. Together, we lay there, watching as the ground slowly begins to close once more, eliminating the little bit of light around us until we are plunged into darkness.Snapping out of it, I jump up and then look to the wolf beside me, taking him in while wondering what exactly he was thinking. And once I shift back into my human form, I wait as he stares at me.“What?” I demand, my annoyance flaring. “Don’t look at me like that.”Letting out what sounds almost like a huff of annoyance, he begins to shift until Tyson is lying on the ground in the wolf’s place.“What?” He asks as I narrow my gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?”Why? Because he was the reason we were here right now. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going when he saved me.“Do I really need to answer that?” I sigh, beginning to look around, taking in the tun
[Chanel’s POV]“Right.”I give Anthrose one last look before turning my gaze toward the creatures that are slowly making their way toward us. They’re different from the beasts that we’ve encountered until this point, but they’re also the same.These look almost like worms, but they have legs and buglike faces. I guess if I had to compare them to anything, it would be centipedes. Just watching them move gave me the heebie jeebies, but I wasn’t about to let them stop me from getting to what I wanted.Giving Anthrose one last look, I begin to shift, and once I’m in my wolf form, I move, surging forward and attacking the creepy crawly closest to me. When we clash, it immediately attempts to roll its body around me, but I leap out of the way.Landing on top of it, I watch as the rest of our group joins in the fray, beginning our first official battle since arriving on the island.‘Don’t get yourself killed.’Anthrose's voice reverberates in my mind, causing my heart to race and giving me t
[Anthrose’s POV]I don’t speak as Chanel’s question flows over me, settling into the deepest pits of my soul along with the loathing and disgust that I’ve felt since the day the thing she is asking about happened, and as much as I would like to say, I know that I can’t.“The plague.” I respond instead, deciding that was a good enough explanation. “It affected my eyes.”“You’re lying.”Chanel’s response is firm, and I know that due to our bond, there was just no way that I would be able to get away with lying to her.“How did it really happen?”How? That was an easy fucking response, but again, I knew that if I were to speak it out loud, then there was a good chance it would dig out the skeletons that I was trying so hard to not think about anymore.“Anthrose,” Chanel’s voice drifts through my muddled thoughts. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”I did. But this was something that didn’t only involve me. It also involved her, and I knew if I were to open up about it, then