Myra's PovThe laughter was sickening. But it stopped again. And this time finally.As the huge man moved over to a stool, raised it up and sat on it; then leaned forward with the beer bottle still in his hand. Holding a drunk sneer on his face."No seriously, tell me..." he snickered, "What kind of bargain is that?" he chuckled, humored."Where a man is paid by someone else to kill his own daughter, and he'd actually do it?..." he asked, gesturing each word with his head, mockingly.But then he paused. Taking a slow glance at the bottle in his hand, before suddenly staring aimlessly at the distant wall.He seemed to freeze.As there was a sudden silence. And it engulfed the room; sharp enough to slice steel, and low enough to hear a pin drop."How stupid do you think I am!" he yelled, getting up suddenly.And the sound was disturbingly loud, reaching wide across the room with a high and deep force; making a bang like a fired fowling piece. I could see Francis' eyes roll back in an
Myra's PovI never knew the sound of my own name would horrify me. As I suddenly stayed glued to the seat; holding its edges with both hands, breathing heavily and panting. I didn't know how he knew my name. Because I didn't think Francis or Elora had told him.At least not yet.I could see the muscled man smirk and move away, turning back and to his stool. Then sitting down and pausing; patiently waiting for me to stop my panic attack.I frowned, disturbed, but eventually calmed down. With my breathing steadily slowing, and my hands loosening their tight grip on the chair.I looked at my knuckles and saw they had gone white. But my wrists were still swollen red, and I wondered why they didn't hurt when I held onto my chair like a vice.Maybe fear was a painkiller?"Are you calm now?" came the man's voice, asking with a raised brow.I could see his eyes relaxed, and I was surprised. Even though he was drunk, he still managed to stay sober enough to talk to me. And I nodded slowly in
Myra's PovBut I didn't want to believe it. And I struggled hard not to. Yet I just couldn't dispute it.Because by nature, only wolves of the same family could read each other's minds through a connected mind link. As it was meant for parents to contact their cubs if they ever got lost; and for cubs to call for help when they found themselves in danger.It wouldn't connect with anyone outside the family. And now I frowned in disgust, wondering if I and this brute were actually family?But I sighed in relief as another thought came to mind. As he could only read my thoughts and I couldn't read his.That meant we weren't fully connected...And that meant we weren't really family. And at least not directly.But that didn't make any sense? If we weren't fully family then he wouldn't be able to read my thoughts at all? He wouldn't have any access since he wasn't completely part of my bloodline?I didn't know how else he still managed to do it, and now I wondered if this drunk psychopathic
Noah's PovI was surprised as the boy immediately ran to the table and dropped his weapons. Then reached in his miniature coat pocket and pulled out a line of paper and a quilt.The coat was small and the pocket was smaller, and I was surprised at how full sized writing materials managed to fit inside.I watched him run back to me and urge me to sit down, and I did. Then he gently shoved David and Donovan to another seat. And they fell in beside me into bamboo chairs that creaked as they sat down.Then the boy folded himself on the ground, crossing his legs like a monk and setting himself straight. As he began drawing things on the paper; running his hands both up and down, sideways, and across the page. He moved with the precision and focus of an artist and his eyes stayed glued to the paper as he sketched. And David and Donovan squinted at him as he drew."What do you think he's drawing?" David asked, curious, touching Donovan.And Donovan chuckled."Probably a goat with pretty flo
Myra's PovThe man laughed as he saw my thoughts form into surprise on my face. And I couldn't hold it back myself.As this was the same man I had seen when I got lost in the forest. The same one who dragged the dead body I found laying in that clearing, and chased me when he found out I was following him.I couldn't believe it."I see you remember me now?..." he asked loud, and with a chuckle.I watched him move over to a table at the far end of the room, then pause. "Our time together was quite a race don't you think?" he laughed, raising his head.But I stayed frozen. With my mind going unstable amidst scattered thoughts.Because how did he find me? How did he meet Reyna's parents? How did he know about the castle? About Noah? That I was the one who followed him?It had been dark and the trees covered everything in shadows. I had run head first with arms swinging wildly, screaming as I tried to run past my own hurting feet.He couldn't have seen my face? Or tracked me? Or even kno
Noah's Pov Jacob had been a member of the Elders of Old, and stood the only one still living even after their era. Up until the day of Myra's execution.The laws too hadn't seem to die in his mind, as he was still holding the hatred for Omega's in his soul. He was still hell bent on erasing their people from the face of the earth.I had my hand still in my palms as Danny cried at the cruelty. And I cried too. The cruelty suffered by innocents at the hands of people who were afraid and envious. The evil metted out on a pack all wiped out by a nation who wanted everyone within a threshold.And sought to kill anyone who even unintentionally exceeded it. I remembered Jacob's mad glare at seeing the mark on Myra's neck, how he immediately wanted her inexistence, and would have loved it on the spot. He still believed in the danger the Omegas posed, and wanted to play the hero, even if aged, and even if it meant killing a young girl.And it made me sick.I remembered his vicious disapprov
Myra's PovI felt my face fall and my heart rise. As I squinted at the man with dark hair now flowing and a scar that showed abundance of brawn more than brain."What are you saying?..." I asked, confused. "I don't understand, wha-what are you?""I am friends and family..." he answered immediately. "I am here for you, not them." he said pointing at Elora."What do you want with me?" I asked, shaking."Your assistance..." he replied, slowly.He stood up again now, stretching as he did, then clasped both hands on his waist facing me."Why do you think I haven't killed you?" he laughed. "You think I'm lonely and need a conversation?" he chuckled."No!..." he asserted. "You're alive because you're important, and your existence is necessary for my plans...""Wh-what plans?" I asked, out of breath."You'll find out soon enough..." he answered. "But I first need you to understand I am more to you than an acquaintance, or as you think; a murderer..." he explained."Your mother shielded you fo
Noah's Pov"And we won't let you hurt us..." I could see Danny pull back the arrow further to him, and I knew if he let it go now, even my wolf reflexes wouldn't help me. "What's going on?" I asked, raising my hands up in surrender."We don't want to die, that's what!..." Donovan answered. "We're making sure if you try anything funny, you'd reach the goddess before you raise a claw...""I'm not going to do anything..." I said, frowning."That's what the Elders said at first too!..." Donovan shot back "They said we could stay and there was nothing wrong with us, but then in the blink of an eye, we became bounty!..." he snapped "And face models for wanted posters...""We became prey..." David chimed."And your fathers were predators!" Danny yelled now. "They killed every last one of us, they killed my mom, my friend, everyone!" he screamed.I stayed frozen as Donovan now pulled his sleeve and showed his bare arm. My eyes widened, staring at him as beside his elbow, and on the joint we