All Chapters of Her Four Cruel Wolves: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Farren's Point of View I slept with one eye open the entire night. Stirred at the slightest of sounds. Turned the noise this way and that within my mind until I was sure no one was going to come for me. This left me tired in the morning. Drained of all the energy I had had yesterday. But I wasn't going to rely solely on a small lock. Werewolves had a much higher power-to-mass ratio than humans. One lock wasn't going to keep whoever wanted to take me out of this room. So, I had shoved one of my mother's antique dressers in front of the door as well. Waking up was difficult. My bones were tired. Eyes puffy and red. There would surely be black bags beneath my eyes but I wasn't going to stick around long enough to examine them in the mirror. Last night's encounter with whoever had been in my house left me feeling unsure of this place. If Camilo and his men could get in here they could get me anywhere in Lupitum. Except for my home. Once Priamos and his family showed up, I would be

Farren's Point of View Two men came forward out of the crowd. Bound Leon's hands together in front of him without even asking for permission from their Don. Knew that this was what he had wanted in the first place. Nodded at Camilo as they dragged my brother outside. His legs had gone slack beneath him. Terror had set in and bravery had fled. The fear in his eyes would haunt me for the rest of my life. Knowing I was the reason he was getting punished felt even worse. He wasn't a horrible brother. Not like most men I knew. He had just gotten angry. Lost his temper when I hadn't backed down. Who could blame him for his actions? I had always just been a nuisance in the family. Caused my mother and siblings irrevocable pain. And when the time was right, I would leave. Leave them to deal with whatever damage I had caused them. Mended their broken pieces and tried to carry on. But I always came back. Made it worse for them as time went on. My brother's blood would fall on my hands tod

Rafael's Point of ViewThe maids cleaned the blood off of the porch in the wrong way. They used normal soap. Shitty soap, might I add. No hydrogen peroxide. No thick bleach and a whole lot of scrubbing. Oh no, that would be too much work. Would take too long. Instead, they threw the closest soap they could find on it. Which was Camilo's body wash. The don hadn't been amused by it but let it slide. Because his mother was due home any minute and she hated the sight of blood. Besides, she would ask what had happened.Not that Dominique wouldn't rat us out eventually.But if there was going to be a UV light in the area, this spot would light up like a Christmas tree. Not that I would help them out. At the end of the day, we could blame anything on Dominique if we wanted to. Although the police in our area were lax at best. "You missed a spot." I mused, picking at my nails. My shoulder dug into the brick. Became numb after a short while. The two maids looked up at me then turned their he

Farren's Point of View They stood as one when Mrs. Parades stepped out of the house and into the garden beyond. Smiled at her with flashing white teeth. But their eyes would trail towards me as I followed. Took in the displeased look on my face and simply brushed it off as nothing. Because they saw nothing wrong with what they had done. How could they when they had been taught all their lives that violence was okay? Underneath the irritated scowl, I was seething. Felt my cool rage rise and fall as if it had a life of its own. Breathed in the timid air and released flames from my lungs. My hands clenched into fists the closer I got to the bottom. They dared to ruin my day and then show up here as if they had done nothing wrong. The older gentleman looked over his right shoulder at me. Beamed brightly. He looked a lot like Rafael, with his dark skin and endless dark eyes. His shoulders were broad as well. Frame large and imposing. But he was even gentle with the teacup in front of hi

Farren's Point of ViewRafael sat with a split lip. Camilo with a black eye. Neither looked at the other across the kitchen. Although both of them winced whilst they were being tended to.Alejandro had taken up the task of cleaning Rafael. Amy cleaned Camilo. I was sure that they had decided it in such a way because Amy might have murdered her son. From the furious look in her eyes, this might have been more true than anything else. But it wasn't the only emotion running rampant inside of her. She was disappointed in Rafael.So was I.Arthur stood watch beside me. Hands crossed. Stern look on his face. Fury wouldn't begin to cover how he felt. I felt different. Would never forget the blood spilling from Rafael's lip as Camilo dealt the first blow. Or how Alejandro had desperately tried to pry him off of Rafael.The shrill voice of Amy screaming at them to stop as they were rolling around on the ground. Until Arthur jumped in. Jerked the two apart and tossed them to the side as if they