~Leia’s Point of View~
My mate was here, he came for me!! He still loves me! He’s fighting for me! How the hell he got my grandfather here I can’t even begin to understand. But this is going to go bad and fast.
I gripped my abuelo with all I had, knowing he would keep me safe. I relaxed slightly at his familiar scent, some kind of hot pepper, which of course suited him. Like the food, he looked innocent enough but spend a couple minutes around him and your nose will burn a bit. Maybe it was the fear he instilled, I never could separate the two.
Now wasn’t at all the time to relax. Javier still had a gun and he was a desperate man. I had heard him sound the alarm for more boots on a call only minutes ago. Now the squeal of tires and the sound of
~Dough’s Point of View~ These pieces of shit just don’t give up!! I almost thought ‘what’s it gonna take’ but I can’t go there. That’s not a question I needed to put into the universe. I didn’t have my damn phone, who knows where it is at this point. The only thing I could do was try and keep my mate calm. “There’s an exit, get off,” I yelled as the car sped up alongside of us. A few other cars on the road didn’t deserve to be in the middle of our shit and I knew it was probably only a matter of time before shots would go off. I just needed to buy us some time. My boys would come for me, they’d have to. They had to come. *You better ma
~Leia’s Point of View~ Finding a spot outside to make love to my mate, on a towel in the middle of nowhere... Seems like a worthwhile mission. Until you factor in that my arm is a bloody painful mess, his leg is bleeding and he’s shot. We’re both seriously exhausted and feel beaten down. But we’re not yet beaten, and if all we have is now we should definitely make it a night to remember. For however much longer we have. I wasn't sure that Dustin’s vision scared me. It absolutely should, but the last time I contemplated facing down death I was alone and desperate. Now if I decided to go off a cliff, at least I had my mate beside me, hopefully to be in the afterlife with for all eternity. Or something, I don’t know. I don’t even know what I believe in anymore. My mind was just too much all over the place.  
~Dough’s Point of View~ I held my amazing mate and played with her hair. Making love to her now, outside like this had been unlike anything I could have ever imagined. It was wild and untamed. Two people absolutely in love and obsessed with each other, that have nothing to lose. Who may fear death but it's not as bad since we aren’t alone. But, she deserved better, and it killed me that I couldn’t give it to her. I had no idea what time it was but I imagined we didn’t have long. I called out in my mind again to Jesse, to Ryan. Please don’t let them be dead, please goddess. I was glad I could give Leia closure on her friend, but I had no clue about mine. They couldn’t die … they just couldn’t. But then
~Leia’s Point of View~ My dad begged me to come to him, pleading with his hands, with his eyes. There was no damn possibility now of him convincing me he was sincere. That he cared about anyone but himself. It was pointless. Dustin was my heart, soul and my everything. If I can’t have HIM, no one will. No one else gets my heart or my body. Mine. Over a cliff, if that’s what it takes. Dustin’s grip on me tightened and in a split second he flipped me around so I was facing him and without thinking I held onto him like a death grip. Like my life was depending on it. Would we fall together and stay together the whole way down? How poetic,
~Dough’s Point of View~ Apparently I slept for two days. But that time had seemed like forever. I had a flurry of visions, a couple about me. Several about some female I didn’t know, and I didn’t know what that meant. A couple were about my friends. Alice and Troy would take over the farm, and Miranda would give birth to a single pup now and twins at some point later. The babies would be a complete joy to all of us, even the extended family. They would bring everyone even closer together. I didn’t see Ryan in any of my visions, or understand what happened to him. Even though he’d confided in me there was still so much I didn’t know. I was desperate to learn more however. Part of being able to see the future is being thrilled when we get to see it happen in real l
This is part four, the last installment. Ryan's story. ~Ryan's Point of View~ They say a cat has nine lives, well shit. I’m at about a million and nine at this point. There is only so much you can take before it’s too much. There’s been many, many times I thought I hit my limit. But it seems the universe just isn’t done with me. Can I ever figure out my purpose? I was born into my first body in 1941 to an older couple, immigrants from Europe who spoke five languages between them, and who had almost given up trying to have children. I was an anomaly, a mistake. A freak show. That’s what they called people they couldn’t understand. The reality happened to be that I was a fairy born to human parents. Maybe it skipped a generation somewhere, maybe an angel called in a favor for the couple, I don’t know.
~Sadie’s Point of View~ Present Day “Okay now who knows the answer to number four,” I asked, wiping my hair out of my face. Why can’t I ever remember to bring a hair tie? Why can’t I just get a bunch and leave some in my desk? Because I’m easily forgetful, and even more easily distracted. Especially today. I had been doing good, real good until I read the paper yesterday. There was an obituary that captured my full attention. The dead guy was the father of a boy I’d dated in high school. Well, he was a man I guess, he had been 17 and I’d only been 15 at the time we met. That had been part of the problem. He was also very much not a shifter …
~Ryan’s Point of View~ ~Two Hours Ago~ What are the fucking chances that my dad gets a place in LA about twenty minutes from my Sadie? Impossible, you’d think. But after he conquered Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, New York … it seemed LA was next. I’d never been out to see him since he moved. Well not while he was home. I’d gone several times when he wasn’t there to snoop around. I never trusted the bastard, not for a second. In all that time I never knew how close I was to Sadie, to my only love. Granted my father jetted between numerous cities, he was hardly ever in the same place for long. But still, it was a bit too weird to think he ended up going there and living so close to her. When I'd been forced to leave her I fully left her ... I didn't try to find her. I d
~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