Grey's POV I never understood the term 'on cloud nine' before walking out of that office with her scent still all over me and mine left on her. The sound of her heart still racing in her chest was a sense of pride as I had no intention of leaving her for long. I traveled quickly to the bar, almost
"Alden!" "Greydon? What is it?" "She was shot! I can't heal her, it isn't working! Why the fuck isn't it working! Her pulse is so quiet...what is happening?" "Calm down, where are you?" I gave the address, never releasing my pressure on her stomach. "You're too far from me. Come to the catacombs
Elodie's POV My consciousness was as stable as a feather to the wind. Unable to resist either the pull or the plunge, I was taken to and from a state of reality and back to that darkness I feared would be that final, fatal slip. Each time, I found silent relief to know that Grey remained nearby as
Grey's POV Years ago, dripping in blood and the mercy of whatever God left me alive, I promised myself I'd never step foot on the soil of my own pack. I wasn't even there when they honored my mother, buried my father, or lost those I saw grow into their leadership roles along with their buck teeth
We arrived at the catacombs with a pull to my gut. If I lost her in the time I was away, there wouldn't be a single heart left beating before I claimed my own. Luckily, I caught the faint presence of it as Alden jumped to life at my return. "Did you-" "It's done." I interrupted, unable to hear th
"So much anger could be so useful-" "I'll be there. At the camp. I just want tonight." "You have an hour. Or we come to collect and we'll burn your moonwhore if it's a second longer." He left me alone with Alden as I moved to her and fell to my knees. "Elodie..." Her name on my shaky timbre was
Grey's POV I can't remember the last time I'd walked the streets of Chicago, but I can guarantee I've never done it covered in this much blood. Caked in my nails, tangled in my hair, and staining every fiber of my remaining clothing. But every breath, every step, and every moment felt empty without
Grey's POV Two Years Later "Please tell me you found my son..." Mrs Smirnoff asked, hands raised to her mouth with the hopeful look of a mother decimated with the shake of my head. Maybe if she'd ensured her son had the morals of hard work and selflessness than he wouldn't be a current missing per