Emily’s POVTheir voices became louder and although I couldn’t hear what they were saying, I could tell that they were having a heated argument. Dexter was mad and was throwing things at the Ripper who appeared to be the calmer of the two. I kept my eyes glued to the Ripper and I wished he could stare at me with those dark eyes of his like he had done at the party months ago. Dexter was yelling orders to his betas present and they began to encircle the Ripper. Harrison came from behind Dexter and handed a glistening bottle to Dexter. He rose the bottle up in the air and began talking in a harsh tone to the Ripper. Much to my surprise, Dexter smashed the bottle on the ground and the Ripper’s deep furious growl echoed in the dark. In sheer annoyance, he tried to grab Dexter but was prevented by the six betas who immediately blocked him from Dexter. I watched as the Ripper beat the living daylights out of the betas, flinging them in the air

Emily’s POV There was no place in the world that I hated more than that shitty enormous building which we called our pack house. I hated everything about it, from the expensive floors to the high artistic ceilings and the gold portraits on the walls but to be honest, what I hated the most was the people in there. I hated the wide smiles on their faces, I hated the way they all acted like one big family and the way they took pleasure in trivial things like going hunting and joining stupid groups. My hatred for my pack began years ago, probably from the day I was born. Mum had always told me of how I cried nonstop when I was born and I so much wanted to tell her that it was because I hated what I saw and I had wanted to go back. The limousine stopped at the parking lot beside other cars and trucks. There was absolutely no doubt that we were one of the wealthiest families in the pack. Besides the Ferguson’s and Beta Harrison’s family, the Austins were at the t

Emily’s PovI was so happy, relieved and excited and I couldn’t believe how today had taken a shocking turn from a livingnightmare to the best daydream ever. According to Blade, Mathilda was fine and was receiving treatments at the hospital which was a huge relief to my burdened mind but what actually pleased me the most was the fact that Blade was innocent of all the charges that had been placed on him. At least he had said that he hadn’t done them and I couldn’t doubt him because of how much I loved him. “Today is literally the best day of my life, everything has turned out perfectly. It seems too good to be true.” I said with extreme delight. “Mathilda’s fine and we’re also fine.” I saw something in his facial expression which drew my attention. The moment I had mentioned about us being fine, a sad look wafted through his entire face. “Why are you with that long face?” I asked. He smiled faintly. “Well, you’re right. We are fine, at least for now.”“What do you

Blade’s POVI knew that I should probably trust her but I couldn’t. Something about the whole story seemed off but I just couldn’t point out to what it was. So, I kissed her cold cheeks, her forehead and then her trembling lips before telling her goodnight. I felt very uneasy with everything she did. From the way her eyes lowered to how frequently she forced a smile and nodded her head in anxiety, I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong. What was she lying to me about? What was she trying to hide from me? In spite of my worries, I kept my thoughts to myself and watched her carefully as she got into a cab and disappeared from my sight. I don’t know how long I stood there, motionless, looking at the spot she had been standing and replaying all her awkward actions and strange behaviors she had displayed this evening. I remained there until the old hands of the coffee granny gripped my shoulders, knocking me out of my thoughts. “Why are you standing here like a

Emily’s POVMy heart was pacing so fast that I could hear it over Mum and Dad’s discussion. I took in deep breaths, drank two full bottles of water, attempted to meditate but yet nothing seemed to calm me down. My hands still trembled and I couldn’t help the heaviness of my breath. We were at the packhouse already and my parents were talking to other senior werewolves. I jerked back, yelping in fright when my mother touched my arm, drawing me back to reality. “Are you okay?” Mum and Dad asked chorally with genuine concern. Other senior wolves didn’t look bothered at all as they all wore mean smirks and scowls on their faces, expressing their undisguised disdain towards me. They all knew me as a malicious and mischievous kid who never went by the rules and who was prone to crimes and other silly shenanigans. Although they never spoke their mind to my own hearing—probably because they were scared of offending Alpha Dexter—I knew about their ill opinions