Enya pov
"Well, that's a wonderful son you got there. Not that I am Vince's biggest fan, but I am sure there are enough people, I mean dogs, who would disagree with me." I chuckle. A moment ago, I was having fun with the conversation, but just the thought of the two of them being related threw me off. What if the old man is a spy and he's just trying to get information from me? Before he can say a word, I lie down on the ground and wrap my arms around myself. "Don't mind me; I am going to take a quick nap. Wake me up when they bring food, water, or whips."
The old man chortles. I can imagine him shaking his head in denial. "They won't torture you, kid. You can think a lot of bad things about us, but we aren't the bad guys." Yeah, like I'd ever believe one of the monsters pretending to be a good person. The fairytales weren't as sweet and bea
Enya povI let his words sink in. Honestly, I didn't expect his side of the story to be so heartbreaking. No, I don't feel sorry for him, but looking at his experience as a stranger, it does sound pretty sad. I thought his son literally threw him here to get the title, but apparently, nothing is what it might seem. But what was I expecting? That I would know everything? Surely that can't happen, even if it was my greatest wish. I am stuck in a pack of wolf shifters; there's more to everything than meets the eye. I swear, sometimes I am so naive it makes me sick.The old man brings me back to reality as his voice sounds closer to me. He's probably standing near the metal bars that separate our cells. "Since you are so silent, I assume you have no comments or questions. I'm pretty much done with my story, so how about you tell me yours?"
Vincent povI laugh so hard my eyes water. I haven't heard anything so ridiculous and stupid in a long time. The last time someone made me laugh like that was in high school. But the look on my Beta's face can only mean how serious his question was. I wipe away my tears and straighten my posture. Like a kid trying to look serious, I clear my throat a few times before speaking up. "That was a great joke, my friend, but warn me next time before you try to say something so absurd. One of these days, I might choke on a piece of food and die. Do you want it?" I raise an eyebrow at him."You are an asshole, Vince." Ares crosses his arms in front of his chest and frowns. I have never understood anyone who can freely express themselves yet won't allow the same luxury to others.
Vincent povAs I approach the cells, I don't bother to turn on the lights. We only use them when someone brings food or water to the prisoners. My father has all the extras in his cell, but I assume they are talking since I don't see a spot of light. He never uses the light when anyone else is in the cell- it's his way of showing what he calls respect. Just as I expected, she talks to him. I hear his voice. “We're not the bad guys here, but as sad as it is to admit- it seems you are the real monster here."The only problem is that I must have arrived near the end of their discussion, and my father will notice my presence. So, instead of trying to be smarter, I clear my throat and speak up. "Don't waste your breath on a lost cause, dad. She's not worth it." When I get close enough, I lean against the door of his cell. The
Dirk pov"Perimeter clear, no sign of intruders," I hear the guard's voice over the radio. After the alarm went off, I dispatched one of our best teams, but it's been hours, and they still haven't figured out what triggered the alarm. Now that my daughter isn't here, the loyalty of Alliance members is starting to crumble. Many new members are refusing to follow orders since she was taken away right in front of them. Not to mention the rumour of Enya's death making the rounds. They can talk their heads off, but I am confident my daughter is alive. I raised her to be a warrior, a weapon that can't be destroyed. I'm sure she's alive, trying to break free or waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Just a bit of time, then I will come for her- no monster will keep me from my child.I sigh and press
Enya povI bite my lower lip. Maybe, just maybe, it's not a good idea to address a crazy-ass wolf by a short name, especially when he's leading a whole pack of monsters. The awkward pause makes everything worse, and only his father, who clears his throat, doesn't seem to be bothered. I close my eyes and lean my head against the cold wall. Whatever is to come- that's on me."Son, may I say something?" I hear the old man's voice, but part of me wants to ignore anything they might discuss. The other part, however, wants to be curious and keep listening. It's a difficult decision to make."Sure, dad," the monster doesn't sound angry. Is it possible that his father is the only person he can't feel anger towards? But then again, I get it. I couldn't be angry at my father if he tried to kill me. T
Vincent pov When Enya starts cooking, pretty much all the members of the pack go to their rooms. We don't like to stay up late- everyone has to get up early, so we have little to no time to rest. I sit at the kitchen island and listen to the melody she's humming. I'm sure she thinks I can't hear her, which makes this experience even more special. My eyes fall on her tiny frame, and I can't help but wonder how a woman like her can be on the Alliance’s side. Sure, I know she has some fire in that small frame, but her role in their plan still doesn't make sense to me. As silly as it is to admit, I like her name; it definitely fits her better than the nickname I gave her. Of course, I won't give up that nickname anytime soon. Her voice brings me back to reality. "Would you like some?" I stare at her in shock. As I don't trust my voice anymore, I just nod
Enya povIs it just me, or is this man far too curious? "Why so?" Vincent asks as he stares at the dishes. He looks like there is nothing more fascinating than the thin layer of bubbles covering them. The focus in his eyes and all over his face is way too intense. Weirdo.I shrug and rinse my plate. "I don't know. I'm the only one without someone back home. Maybe it's just because I don't believe in love? Neither does my dad, so I really don't know if it's real. I don't believe in things I can't see." Explaining anything even remotely related to feelings is a pain in the ass for me. Since I was about three years old, my father has told me how dangerous it is to feel. If I ever let anyone get too close, they could use it against me. Letting down the walls I have built seems like the biggest waste of time. It took me so much time to get to where I am now, a
Vincent pov The time I spent with Enya was everything I thought couldn't happen. She's fun, easy-going, and kind when she wants to be. I have this voice in the back of my head reminding me that she's a hunter, but to my surprise, it's not Damian. My wolf didn't bother to show up and lecture me for being nice to someone who has brought nothing but sorrow to my people. I'm sure she wasn't involved in every Alliance attack on us, but that doesn't make her any less guilty. Yesterday, I couldn't fall asleep. First of all, the idea of her taking my bed was ridiculous. There's no way I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. I laid down on the sofa and watched Enya sleep while my thoughts kept returning to our conversation. It was funny to see someone so eager to learn about love while claiming that she doesn't believe in such feelings. I