~Jesse’s Point of View~
It was all I could do to keep my composure when my mind was trying to retreat and be the terrified little kid I knew myself to secretly be.
This was the big leagues and I was barely t-ball capable. I shed my hat, gloves and coat since I felt as if they were weighing me down.
*Let me shift,* my tiger begged, upset at seeing his mum in such a fucked up situation.
He’d been quiet tonight, knowing there wasn’t much he could do. But this was taking things too far. His fury and his pride wouldn’t let him stay back and do nothing, but I couldn’t let him even try. He’d stand no chance and I couldn’t do magic while shifted.
“Jesse don’t,” m
~Miranda’s Point of View~ Jesse, nor any of the guys would really give me details on the myst war as Alice and I came to call it. I was sure it was for the best but my imagination was worse. Especially since Ryan was gone, and no one knew where he’d gone or for how long. Murphy said shifting into his full true self likely was very hard on him, and he needed a long rest. But I was terrified he was hurt or not coming back. I don’t do well with unknowns.But that seemed to be my life now. Having to take the word of others. Take things one step and day at a time. There were nine witches that survived the battle or lived simply because their houses weren’t targeted. They all immediately pledged themselves to Jesse and he hated it. He established a three person panel by which he, his dad and Gwen would all run the coven
~Dough’s Point of View~ I’ve literally never met anyone else like me. Never heard of such a thing. No one has. Anyone I’d tried to meet who claimed to be like me was a fraud. All the others in my school house, in my life … all have someone like them. Someone they can talk to, bounce ideas off of and learn from. But me? I’ve had to go at it alone, completely alone. Sure, Troy didn’t have a vampire dad growing up but he had his wolf family to help guide him. Then he could at least find other vamps to help him once he got older. Ryan … well I was still not totally sure about him. I couldn’t see his future, he was just a weird ass black hole of unknown. I was sure I didn’t want to know with him though. As a child it was impossible to keep my secret, and how does that work in a family full of criminals? Movers,
~Leia’s Point of View~*One Hour Ago*“I won’t fucking do it! No, absolutely not,” I screamed at my father.He was on his same bullshit about me settling down and picking a mate. I didn’t have a path, I’d never stuck to anything. I just liked hanging out with my girls and being chill. I went to NASA for all of a month and stopped going. School wasn’t for me. I couldn’t concentrate.I was now pushing 20 and to him I might as well be an old spinster! I didn’t even have a boyfriend or any prospects. So of course to my father, that meant I had to get married and he got to choose!The fuck it does!
~Dough’s Point of View~“Leia, can you hear me,” I yelled, as I dropped into the car.I was getting cuts from the glass but I ignored it. My adrenaline was in overdrive. My mate was possibly dying. I hadn’t even kissed her yet, heard her sweet voice. It was not her time.I reached down to try and unbuckle her belt, but it was jammed. I growled and bared my canines, biting it until it ripped enough.I’d kill to be able to hold her now, tell her I’ll make her better. To tell her about my dreams, about how I already am so in love with her. About how I waited for her, and the life I was desperate to give her. The life I had imagined we’d share. There was no time now
~Leia’s Point of View~ Warmth and softness surrounded me, like the best kind of waking up. On a cold day when you have nowhere to be, when it’s freezing outside but you’re snug in your bed all cozy and safe. And … alive? I forced my eyes open and looked around. Definitely a guy’s room, boring and plain. No color. I suddenly realized my whole body ached, with a stiff soreness. Oh, and there was an arm over my hip and belly, holding me tight. A powerful feeling was there, between our skin. A bond like I’d never felt. It was all over my body since he was pressed up against me. There is no way this is Javier, no way. He’d never be in a room this small and basic. I took a deep breath. *It’s our mate,* my
~Dough’s Point of View~ Omar fucking Fuentes. Yeah I knew who he was, and now that I thought about it I was super pissed. I had racked my brain for years trying to figure out how I could find my obviously dark skinned mate from my dreams. It never even occurred to me that she was related to them. I’d probably met her at some point when we were pups. Omar Fuentes. Shit. The name felt like fury in my mind. How could my angel come from that? I had to tell myself she wasn’t them, there was no way she was like them. I was certain she’d probably run away from them. That’s why they were after her, that’s why she was terrified. That’s why she cried in her sleep and she only calmed when I held her. I had classe
~Leia’s Point of View~ “What the hell is that? An earthquake,” I screamed, grabbing a blanket off the couch and pulling it over my head. I knew that was stupid, but it was all I could think to do. I felt Dustin’s weight fall on the couch next to me. No, there wouldn’t be earthquakes here, that’s stupid. He’s gonna laugh at me. “It’s uhm, my dad. In our helicopter,” he said, sounding annoyed. I jerked the blanket off my head and let out a small laugh. Dough boy. Money boy. Of course he has a damn helicopter. My dad didn’t even have one. And he has a flipping helipad next to his house at the academy. I’d never seen someone with THAT kind of pull.
~Dough’s Point of View~ The last thing I wanted to do was put my dad in the middle of my shit, but he offered. More importantly, he was right. He hadn’t been the best father, he just gave me things and hoped that was enough to make up for his shortcomings. Mom had little interest in actually parenting either. Yeah I wasn’t going to sit in the corner and cry about the fact that they hardly ever got to a sporting event, never saw me win my ass off in debate tournaments. Nobody could hold a candle to me and I could argue both sides of anything. My dad would be proud and happy if I’d become a lawyer. Believe me I thought about it, but I have to look in the mirror at the end of the day. Lawyers, more importantly the kind of lawyer he would want me to be, would be shady as h