(Natasha's POV)"Everyone. Meet my mate Natasha," Diego introduced, and I did a little show, giving a shy smile. Inside, I was boiling, and nothing but blood could calm this rage and I would satisfy my bloodlust."Nice to meet you all," I said, my voice small, but of course, that's all part of the play."Natasha, I do really like your hair." the Luna complemented, and I gave her another smile; this time it wasn't hard to fake it."Thank you, Luna, and I've heard so much about you."She gave me a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.I waited for her to ask about my pack and where I came from, but she never did. Maybe Diego had already mentioned to them that my pack had been attacked and destroyed, but still, I was grateful I wouldn't have to lie any further."Know that you could always talk to me about anything," The Luna says, and I give a small nod.We dug in.That didn't quite go as badly as I expected. I avoided the Alpha's gaze; he might think I did that because I was sc
(Lena's POV)I couldn't shake off this feeling in me. It was like I had seen her somewhere, but yet again, I was sure I had never seen that face before. Maybe it was her scent; it was so familiar.I couldn't trust her. I didn't even understand what was really going on with me; I feared I had made it too noticeable back at the dinning room. Diego had told us about her and how she had lost her pack, so I didn't bother bringing that up. I actually did pity her, and I was eager to meet her. The fact that she survived told me how strong she was, but when I finally did see her, I had this creeping feeling. Something was wrong.I watched every one of her actions.Her smile looked way too bright, her laughter was a little bit too forced, and her innocence seemed like only a mask.I could be wrong, though.Diego was happy; I should be happy for him; I was happy for him, but there was something about Natasha... I refused to think too deeply about it; Diego was happy, and that was all that matte
(Lena's POV)I sat on the table. Damien took out a bottle of Vodka. "Want some?""No, I am fine" Damien poured the content into a shot- glass and downed it in one gulp. I watched the movement of his adam apple. It sure sounded strange that the little action turned me on."Lena, I want to know: is there anything you are not telling me?""No. I told you pretty much everything; my life for the past two years has certainly been no fun. Why?""It's strange; these people coming after you must want something, and I don't know what exactly it is.""Maybe you would have if you kept at least one of them alive to interrogate them."Damien gave me a pointed look, and I couldn't help it. I burst into laughter; he didn't like being wrong."I wanted you protected, and I couldn't take any chances.""As you can see, I am well able to protect myself.""Still, I had promised you that you would be safe here; I can't break my promise; I don't want you running away on me before I could even have the cha
(Lena's POV) Tony had a muderous look in his eyes. "You did this; you sent the archer who killed my mate!" Damien remained silent, watching him. "Why, Damien?" Tony called him by his name for the first time, but I believe he was past caring what punishment would befall him. "Why did you kill her? I did all you asked; I went on my goddamed knees; I begged; and what did I get?" Finally, Damien spoke up. "Why do you think I did this?" He questioned silently, despite Tony's rage, and that only seemed to anger him, if not more. "You captured her from my pack; you threatened her. What more evidence do I need? I knew you were angry at us—the fact that we liased with the vampire prince, the fact you lost your mate because of us—but never did I think you could do such a thing. She was all I had." "I did not kill your mate, nor did I give out the order." Tony shook. I didn't know if it was the silver he had been bound with doing that to him or if it was just pure rage. I believed the la
(Lena's POV)The corpse of one of the patrollers had also been found. Whoever killed the guard took his weapon, making it look like Damien had sent out the order. Could this person be from our pack?, After all, the patroller's body was found at the pack border. It could easily be an outsider; maybe he or she had tried breaking into the pack, but the patroller had been in his way, and had to be killed.Still, that didn't make sense.I walked back to the pack, escorted by a brown-haired soldier; he had been close friends with the deceased soldier. I had requested that he escort me back."Can I ask you some questions?" I asked him, and he seemed surprised that I had spoken to him. I could see the grief in his red slightly-swollen eyes; the fact that he had to be strong and brush it off like the death of his close friend was nothing was very sad."I... Yes... Yes, Luna," he stammered out."How well did you know the dead soldier?""He was like a brother.""Do you know anyone who might hav
(Lena's POV)Her face was completely blank. She was better than I had anticipated."What do you mean by that, Luna?""Don't play dumb. You know what happened in the pack, yes?""I know; everyone in this pack knows.""You know something else I know?""What?" she asked after some seconds of silence, finally willing to play along, almost making me the fool, but if I had to go through with this, then I would have to stand my ground. I cannot let her know that her emotionless mask is getting to me."I know you had some issues with the blonde; I knew he threw you in jail and harassed you; I knew that you felt the need to pay, and then he was dead and his weapon was gone, the Luna had been killed with same weapon; can you explain that?" I asked"No. No, I cannot explain that. I don't know who the woman is, except for the fact that she had been in the cell besides me. She might have been a bitch, - being a bitch is not enough reason to kill her, and again, why would I want her dead?" Natasha
(Lena's POV)Damien never did disappoint. He kept true to all his promises, and even with him gone, I could never forget the feeling of his lips against my wetness, drinking me up, and taking me to heights I had never thought possible. This was an experience I could never get used to.Since my return to the Blood Moon Pack, I have spent less time with Kaden, and I was going to make up for it today.I brought out the packet of colors. When Kaden was younger, I held his hands as he colored the little shapes on the white paper; he loved coloring.Kaden might be only a year old, but he looked far bigger than his age. I suspected that it was solemnly due to his werewolf genres. The thing was that werewolves grew faster than humans, but then at the age of maturity, eighteen years, the growth slows down, and they age far slower compared to humans.Kaden wasn't much of a talker.I bathed him and had him fully dressed up; his eyes lightened up when he saw the rolls of colors. I sat him before
I felt hands around my mouth silencing my scream. I tried prying it away, and failed, but then I stopped struggling, and I did recognize those hands. It was firm and cold; I recognize his scent too.Set.He let me go when I stopped struggling. I was on the bed, only in a very exposed nightgown, though Set had seen my body countless times, so that was the least of my worries."What are you doing here?" I asked, panic ringing through my voice."What do you think?" he asked, a smirk on his face, his hair white, glittering against the moon."The ghost sent you here; he should have known it was dangerous.""No. I volunteered to come.""Why would you do that?""There are a lot of reasons," he says, taking a seat beside me on the bed. "One being that I miss you, two being that you haven't been very faithful to your words, and three being that I just had to see you," he says with a smirk, not even caring if Diego walked into the room right now, but then, on second thought, where was Diego? He