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
“Excuse me, what the heck was that? What do you think you’re doing?” Eva yelled, her hard stomps shaking the walls as she trekked angrily in his direction.Laurence was beyond shocked that he found his mother and mate had broken into his father’s house and were searching through his safe. But he was even more shocked when Eva had angrily kicked him out of the office and insisted he wait outside for her.
Laurence’s mind was finally pulled from the fog when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He internally groaned and ignored it, pulling Eva closer to his body so he supported more of her weight. When his phone started vibrating again, this time it was Eva who pulled back, her delicate features almost completely hidden from the night. “Do you need to get that?”
“Why aren’t you dating him?” Mateo spoke just over a whisper so his words would only find her, even in their house full of werewolves.Eva tightened her arms around her to
Laurence slipped another glance at Eva, who was now curled up against his truck door sleeping. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t look like she carried the world on her shoulders. He felt his lips twitch up at the sight of her. She was safe, he had to keep reminding himself. It felt too good to be true that she was safe and with him and he knew he would do anything to keep her that way.
Eva could feel the sun peeking between her eyelids through the open window and she groaned, curling into Laurence’s warm body and hiding her face from the blinding light. She was well aware that she was practically on top of him, just like how they had fallen asleep, but couldn’t bring herself to care about how she was sprawled all over him. She inhaled deeply now that she had stuffed her face into his chest and almost moaned at the de
Laurence instantly noticed Eva’s gaze darken and when the color slipped from her eyes, he froze. He stood slowly, knowing that the eyes looking back at him no loner belonged to his mate. Her eyes changed from her gorgeous hazel to a dark obsidian in the matter of seconds and she pulled her lips up, snarling at him. He carefully reached back and looped his arm over a thick tree branch and placed his feet on another branch that was close by, but no longer where Eva was.
The realization of what he had just done came like a bucket of cold water and he instantly released her shoulder, stepped back from hovering over her. What had he just done? He just marked a wolf that was raging out of control and had no sense of the world around her.
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.