Eva’s head pounded as she finally started waking up again. Her head felt like it was sitting underwater and the thoughts she could conjure up were muddled at best.
What did she do to get a headache like this?
When Eva’s hands refused to move, she snapped her eyelids open.
Two weeks. It’s been two long weeks since he last saw Eva curled up and unconscious in that alley. He was losing his mind with worry as he desperately tried to piece together what was happening. He and his brothers had spent all their time following any little clue as to where she was staying. Laurence found the search frustrating, as he had yet to find anything relatively close to helpful, but still continued in his search.
Eva grit her teeth together as another harsh blow from the hard pipe split across her back. The pain that blossomed was familiar as she had felt it repeatedly for quite some time now. She clenched her teeth and refused to show how much it hurt. She knew her defiance was motivating Oliver to be harsher on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to cave in to his inclinations.
Laurence stared blankly at the illuminated screen in his hand. His mind was telling him to hang up quickly and ignore the call. Yet something in his gut refused to dismiss the thought that it was possible it wasn’t just another telemarketer. His thoughts caused the call to time out and the number went str
Eva let out a deep sigh of relief as Laurence finally jumped in the backseat to grab her brother. It wouldn’t have been much
Eva’s heart pounded and she sprung to life, finally fighting Peter as he pushed her too far. Her brother was going to die. “Eva,” an unfamiliar voice called, but she refused to back down from the hands that gripped her and tried to hold her down.
“How is he?” Laurence asked as he poked his head into Mateo’s room. Landon stood up from the bed and bent over to place a gentle kiss on Brooklyn’s forehead. She gave him a tight smile as she remained in the chair next to the bed and squeezed his hand before dropping it as the distance became too much to hold onto. Landon had known of a place that was close to where the car flew over the bridge. He knew they were in another pack’s territory, but Landon had already app
Eva jumped slightly as Laurence placed a light blanket on her shoulders. She was so deep in her thoughts that she almost forgot he was there. He sat down with her on the ground and handed her a mug. The amber liquid had a small white bag floating around it, the tea giving off a citrus aroma. He then placed a bowl in her lap with a metal spoon sticking out of the warm liquid. “I hope yo
Eva covered the end of the flashlight with the gray sack slung over her shoulder and smashed it into the glass, shattering it with as little noise as possible. The small pieces scattered and glittered in the moonlight as they delved onto the hard concrete, their harsh edges the only thing making them visible in the darkness. Eva waited silently, listening intently for an alarm or people freaking out. When nothing caught her attention, she snaked her thin arm between the sharp contours of the glass and flicked her wrist so she could reach the lock. She clicked the lock in the opposite direction to unlock the door and
5 years later Laurence cursed under his breath as his truck pulled to a stop and he put the vehicle in park. The once glorious pack just north of where he used to call home was now nothing but splintered wood and piles of ripped fabric. The dark home was glowing in the night, lit by some dim lights that managed to remain intact. Five years and three destructive wolves later, Laurence still wasn’t used to seeing the damage these wolves could make on their packs and families.
Eva followed as Laurence launched the last of his bags into the back of his truck. The morning dew stuck to her shoes as she tread across the grass, her feet chilling from the moisture. She stood beside him as he gazed at his empty home, only furniture left inside the large house. Eva saw the longing and the pain etched on her mate’s face and a pang of sadness settled in he
Eva lifted her eyebrow and looked warily at Laurence as he placed down a large bowl of pasta in front of her. “Eat. It’s not poisoned.” Eva watched him carefully as he sat beside her, his own bowl of pasta much smaller than hers. She had lost a lot of weight that she needed to gain back. When Laurence picked up his fork, Eva finally did as well and she spooned a forkful of pasta into her
Laurence stared at the gray tombstone, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pressed black suit. His brothers remained by his side, all of them completely silent as they stared at the burial site. Everything felt like it was happening too fast, but also that it wouldn’t be over soon enough. Laurence pushed back another wave of emotion and swallowed hard, clearing his throat.
Eva slowed down as a yell floated through the night. She honed in on the direction it came from and slowly slipped down from the tree, landing swiftly on her feet and stepping towards the yell that unmistakably belonged to Peter Arroyo. She could hear his increased breathing and heart-rate as she came across Peter, who was laying under Mateo’s large black wolf, his gun pointed straight at Mateo’s large form. “Careful, Pete. We wo
Every muscle in Eva’s body tensed as she glared at the gun pointed at her face. “What are you doing?” Amber matched the heat in her eyes with her own distrust. “That man ruined my life. He took my future away from me and my family. Trust me, this is what he deserves.”
Laurence gave one last fleeting glance as Eva nearly dragged his father’s large body around the corner. He had felt his heart drop in his chest when he realized that Eva was trying to extract her revenge on Peter. He knew she could handle herself and he knew that she would not give up easily, but he also knew that the Arroyos played dirty.
Eva glanced behind her to see Mateo slip the gun from the back of his pants, obviously feeling the uncertainty as she had. He made brief eye contact with her before slightly nodding. Reaching into the side pocket of her pants, she slipped out the large knife and curled her fingers around the hilt. The dagger was long and sharp, but it was hardly going to be as effective as the gun Mateo held. At first, she argued with her brother about the weapon, but she finally relented and grabbed the dagger once she realized he wasn’t going to give it up.
Eva gulped and stepped out of the car, eyeing the road ahead of them. They would continue their journey on foot. They weren’t too far from Peter’s building, but they were far enough away that their cars wouldn’t be obvious if they left them here.