~Miranda’s Point of View~
I swore I was done with him, hell I’d wanted to burn his house down. But now I was here again, ready to throw myself at his feet if it meant he could help me. Help my mate.
Last night Jesse stabbed his grandfather, and we had no clue where things stood now. I still couldn’t believe it. Of course I knew he could be capable of something violent, especially if provoked but I just don’t picture him having that in him. My Jesse was a sweet lover.
*He killed our mom,* my wolf said, rolling her eyes.
*Completely different! And aren’t you always on his side,* I snarled at her.
There would be zero chance the coven would leave us be now. I was desperate, just as my mom had been two decades ago. What do you think about Luca's story!
~Miranda’s Point of View~ I was still reeling from Luca’s big revelation. It was so much to process and it made so much sense with how he was, the man I knew. Why he did things the way he did. I was desperate to talk it all through with Alice. But that all had to wait. Right now Luca was standing over Jesse, demanding answers. “A surgeon huh? He wasn’t able to heal himself,” he snickered. “Apparently you sliced through his stomach and intestines,” Luca said, stone-faced. “He threatened me, my mate and my cub. I had no choice. As long as he lives I’ll never be free. My father and aunt will never be free,” Jesse said, looking away. “And you don’t think there won’t
~Jesse’s Point of View~ I hated having to split up the group but there were too many houses and no real way around it. I took four houses off the list as not being too important, and because they had young ones. I didn’t want to get into all that, but thankfully most in the coven didn’t have kids. It had to be an all at once attack, the witches could just teleport into the main house and warn them, give them time to do protection spells. Murphy insisted on being at the main house, where the four most dangerous witches were, and where David of course was holed up and recovering. We were desperately hoping he was still weak and wouldn’t be able to fight much. We couldn’t get too close to the house before the actual attack. I never knew how David alway
~Jesse’s Point of View~It was all I could do to keep my composure when my mind was trying to retreat and be the terrified little kid I knew myself to secretly be.This was the big leagues and I was barely t-ball capable. I shed my hat, gloves and coat since I felt as if they were weighing me down.*Let me shift,* my tiger begged, upset at seeing his mum in such a fucked up situation.He’d been quiet tonight, knowing there wasn’t much he could do. But this was taking things too far. His fury and his pride wouldn’t let him stay back and do nothing, but I couldn’t let him even try. He’d stand no chance and I couldn’t do magic while shifted.“Jesse don’t,” m
~Miranda’s Point of View~ Jesse, nor any of the guys would really give me details on the myst war as Alice and I came to call it. I was sure it was for the best but my imagination was worse. Especially since Ryan was gone, and no one knew where he’d gone or for how long. Murphy said shifting into his full true self likely was very hard on him, and he needed a long rest. But I was terrified he was hurt or not coming back. I don’t do well with unknowns.But that seemed to be my life now. Having to take the word of others. Take things one step and day at a time. There were nine witches that survived the battle or lived simply because their houses weren’t targeted. They all immediately pledged themselves to Jesse and he hated it. He established a three person panel by which he, his dad and Gwen would all run the coven
~Dough’s Point of View~ I’ve literally never met anyone else like me. Never heard of such a thing. No one has. Anyone I’d tried to meet who claimed to be like me was a fraud. All the others in my school house, in my life … all have someone like them. Someone they can talk to, bounce ideas off of and learn from. But me? I’ve had to go at it alone, completely alone. Sure, Troy didn’t have a vampire dad growing up but he had his wolf family to help guide him. Then he could at least find other vamps to help him once he got older. Ryan … well I was still not totally sure about him. I couldn’t see his future, he was just a weird ass black hole of unknown. I was sure I didn’t want to know with him though. As a child it was impossible to keep my secret, and how does that work in a family full of criminals? Movers,
~Leia’s Point of View~*One Hour Ago*“I won’t fucking do it! No, absolutely not,” I screamed at my father.He was on his same bullshit about me settling down and picking a mate. I didn’t have a path, I’d never stuck to anything. I just liked hanging out with my girls and being chill. I went to NASA for all of a month and stopped going. School wasn’t for me. I couldn’t concentrate.I was now pushing 20 and to him I might as well be an old spinster! I didn’t even have a boyfriend or any prospects. So of course to my father, that meant I had to get married and he got to choose!The fuck it does!
~Dough’s Point of View~“Leia, can you hear me,” I yelled, as I dropped into the car.I was getting cuts from the glass but I ignored it. My adrenaline was in overdrive. My mate was possibly dying. I hadn’t even kissed her yet, heard her sweet voice. It was not her time.I reached down to try and unbuckle her belt, but it was jammed. I growled and bared my canines, biting it until it ripped enough.I’d kill to be able to hold her now, tell her I’ll make her better. To tell her about my dreams, about how I already am so in love with her. About how I waited for her, and the life I was desperate to give her. The life I had imagined we’d share. There was no time now
~Leia’s Point of View~ Warmth and softness surrounded me, like the best kind of waking up. On a cold day when you have nowhere to be, when it’s freezing outside but you’re snug in your bed all cozy and safe. And … alive? I forced my eyes open and looked around. Definitely a guy’s room, boring and plain. No color. I suddenly realized my whole body ached, with a stiff soreness. Oh, and there was an arm over my hip and belly, holding me tight. A powerful feeling was there, between our skin. A bond like I’d never felt. It was all over my body since he was pressed up against me. There is no way this is Javier, no way. He’d never be in a room this small and basic. I took a deep breath. *It’s our mate,* my
~Two Months Later, Ryan’s Point of View~ Recovering from my shift was almost like re-growing my human body. It was painful as hell, it was lengthy. Now this was the second time doing it in a year so it was worse. My demon didn’t want to let go, but he also understood he couldn’t continue in this way. I was finally in the last stages of my shift, my skin still rough and discolored. I was able to tolerate people food again, not requiring blood and raw meat to survive. My voice had returned, and I was confident I could face Sadie now. My Sadie. I wanted to swear this would be the last time I’d have to abandon her for a long while. But that was just something too unknown. The only thing I could contr
~Sadie’s Point of View~ Since nobody wanted to bother the witches to bring this female to Greece, Dough flew her in his private jet. I may have to ask another time if that’s available, I’d always wanted to be able to say I joined the mile high club. *What’s that,* my wolf asked. I smiled in the mirror as I tried to tame my hair while I explained it to her. She didn’t see the big deal, sex was sex regardless of where it happened. I had to roll my eyes. I explained to her about the thrill of it all, the possibility of being caught. She still didn’t care. A wolf in the throws of sex would not care about an audience. Tunnel vision. I heard voices downstairs and my heart practically thumped out of my chest.
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I couldn’t go in the house. I constantly paced in the backyard of the Greco mansion and I was certain that I was making the guards insane. For some reason I felt like Ryan could find me more easily out here. Which really made no sense. “You’re going to walk a hole in my yard,” Luca laughed. He handed me a glass of wine and I accepted it. “I can’t thank you enough for how generous you’ve been with your home and your time,” I said, as we both sat down in front of the pool. “I haven’t always been there for Miranda how I should have. I wasn’t the best husband. Maybe I feel the need to help now with what I can. I understan
~Ryan’s Point of View~ “This is it, whatever the fuck it takes. This shit ends now. Tully will come,” I said, as Jesse helped me up. “Whatever I can do mate. We’re all ready. Dough is staying with the girls,” he said, as I stood. “Let’s get outside,” I added, then he teleported us to the street. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but I had a sudden rush and I began to thrust my demon forward. This was the worst place to do it, a residential area, lots of people around. It had to be done. I knew when this was over, if I made it … I would be so drained I’d be dead to the world for a month. Sadie might hate me. I had to risk it. The night air was sti
~Sadie’s Point of View~ With all the weeks, all the time I had to build up my anger, my rage at Ryan… My desire to strangle him, my desire to tell him off every which way … I thought it would just burst out of me. But it all completely died and left my mind the moment I saw him. My whole body shook and my wolf lost her mind. My Ryan. My whole world. “Ohh!! Oh,” I shouted, running into his room. I covered my sobs as tears fell down my cheeks. He laid in bed and smiled at me, but didn’t get up. I knew he still couldn’t walk too much, or too far. But seeing him like this, it just hit me all at once. I knew why they hadn’t let me visit him, but my imagination was far worse. My Ryan had always been so damn
~Ryan’s Point of View~ I could barely keep my eyes open and if those fuckers gave me one more protein shake I was going to puke. It was like they went to the store and bought one thing and that was all they were giving me. I smelled Tully, but I could hardly see. A big part of me wanted to beg him to end me, I would have welcomed it. But I had to stay alive for her. I just couldn’t give up. Just keep breathing Ryan. Keep your heart beating. The rest will heal, sometime. “Maybe you were really serious,” he said, pissed off. “I generally am. Demons aren’t known for their comedy,” I mumbled, having no clue what he was talking about. “Where the fuck i
~Sadie’s Point of View~ “Talk to me Jesse,” I squealed, as his parents both rushed into the room with wet towels. “He’s being held hostage, I don’t know where exactly. Once I get my strength back I can try teleporting outside maybe. We need help, serious help. I’ll need to gather the coven,” he mumbled as his parents cleaned him up. “What can I do,” I blurted out, to no one in particular. A flurry of activity erupted around me and I was pushed away and into a corner. It was for the best anyhow, there was nothing I could do and I knew it. “Have you got internal injuries,” his mom shouted.
~Ryan’s Point of View~ In all my years, in three lives … one thing I always knew for certain, was that I didn’t control shit. In my first life, I had no parents or no guidance, no sanity. Then once I got mixed up with vamps I truly lost any semblance of what it meant to be me. Be an individual. In my third life I thought that would finally change. Born into money, status… I could finally call the shots. But all that went away when I lost Sadie. When my father brutally let me know he controlled my life, not me. That he controlled who I loved, and stole the very air from my lungs. The reason my black heart beat. When I first lost Sadie I went on a complete bender, ready to just fuck up anyone and everything. I didn’t care who I hurt or what happened to me. I was miserabl
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I could have easily lived the rest of my life and been very happy not to set eyes on this female again. I watched Mrs. Whitmarsh as she laughed with Troy. He had been apparently posing as a tourist male who was interested in her, and since she was also a telepath she wouldn’t be able to read his thoughts. There was no point in me trying to control my mind around her, I wouldn’t be able to. She was likely the only person who could tell me the truth. Tell me what the hell really happened between her husband and my parents. I was prepared to torture this bitch to death if she didn’t give me some damn answers! I looked at my hand gripping the glass on the table to the point where it was ready to break. I quickly let it go and felt a warm hand