DAMIEN’S POV: “I am going to kill her.”Rosaline spins around with her jaw dropped and horror written all over her face.“No, you are not,” she said, washing her hands on the sink and marching right past me. I grabbed her by the arm and stopped her.“You heard what she said? She hates wolves like us; if she finds out who we are, she is going to kill us,” I said, and she yanked her arm free.“She is not going to find out, as long as we don’t transform and we manage to keep our emotions in check. We will be fine,” she said, heading towards the front door, and I followed closely behind her. I was not liking any of this. Fuck, to think I came here to get away from drama, and we just walked right into one.“That might be hard; didn’t you hear what she said about these new spirits, bullshit? What if one of us gets angry and goes all wolf?” I ask her, and she freezes. She turns around to look at me, bewilderment written all over her soft, gorgeous features.“Don’t tell me you actually belie
ROSALINE’S POV:“Long ago, in this very village, there lived a man who was thought to be heartless. The elders believed that he was incapable of feeling any form of emotion because, when he was born, unlike most babies, he did not cry. But his mother did not look much into it and thought of it as nothing, but as time went on, it became concerning. He could not cry, he could not laugh, he did not smile, and he did not frown either. He was just stoic all the time. He was stigmatized and called all sorts of names. No one wanted to play with him while he was growing up. Everyone thought he was weird, and some thought he was cursed. He tried so hard to feel something; he thought that maybe something was wrong with his heart. He even soon believed that he was indeed cursed. One day, during the time of his early twenties, He found a girl crying and asked why she was. She said that her father refused to buy her the dress she wanted—a very trivial thing for someone who is in their twenties
ROSALINE’S POV:I twist and turn on my bed, trying desperately to fall asleep, but to no avail. It has been more than two hours since we said good night to the Salvatores, yet there has been nothing good about this night. It was hot. Way too hot.I am sweating more than I should. It is strange. I could have sworn the weather was cold just a couple of hours ago, so where is this heat coming from?A frustrated sigh leaves my lips, and I sit up. Damien is sound asleep by my side, and there is not a bead of sweat on his skin. How is that even possible? That could only mean the problem was with me. Was I sick? I did not feel sick.They always come for the nonbelievers first.Bullshit. I am starting to let all that spiritual nonsense get into my head. I just need a cold glass of water.I throw the sheets on my body and leave the room quietly, so I do not wake Damien up. I head down the stairs, and there is this creeping sensation on my neck that makes me uncomfortable. Why do I suddenly fee
ROSALINE’S POV: He was feral.I watched with absolute horror as Damien held the barrel of the gun in his hand. The metallic scent of blood filled the air as I watched it drip down his arm. His eyes had taken on a hellish shade of black, and his canines were so long they nearly reached his chin. He snarled at Courtney, and I knew that the sight of seeing someone holding a gun to our daughter had driven him insane.Courtney whimpered with fear, but she did not back down.“I knew it; you were all monsters. I got that scent of wolves from all three of you the second I set my eyes on you, and when I found out you were the owners of this property, it could not only be a coincidence,” she said with a shaky voice. She sniffled, and her eyes grew redder from both tears and rage. “It’s animals like you that killed my parents and took my sisters from me; I must avenge them!"She takes out a stake from her pocket and attempts to stab Damien in the heart with it, but he is faster than her and cat
DAMIEN’S POV:“You never told me you could transform,” I said to Ariana, and she shrugged. We sat together on the shore, building sandcastles. Last night, neither Rosaline nor I wanted to leave her alone, so Rosaline and Ariana slept on the bed while I took the chair. I held on to the gun that bitch dropped in case we had any more surprise visits. This morning, I felt a tap on my knee and saw that it was Ariana. The first thing she wanted was to build sandcastles with me. How could I possibly decline? She had not said a word to me, and I really wanted her to. Last night, I can only imagine how confused she was by how much pain she was feeling. I expected her to say something, but she did not. She just sat on the sand beside me, focused on building her castles.I would be lying if I said I was not worried. The least I could do was try to make some sort of small talk.“I did not think it was important,” she said, and I frowned. I dropped the bucket in my hands, and she met my eyes.“Of
ROSALINE’S POV:We searched for Courtney everywhere.After William had informed us of his wife’s unruly disappearance, it was clear that they had no idea what had transpired between us last night. Damien and I offered our assistance in her search. Well, I offered, and Damien could not care less about Courtney. And if I am doing something, Damien is as well, whether he likes it or not.We left Ben and Ariana at the beach house and made them promise to lock the doors and open them for no one except us. After that, Damien, William, and I went into town and searched for Courtney, but to no avail. We asked the neighboring residents and villagers, but no one had seen her. It was like she had just vanished.“This is so unlike her,” William said once we returned to the beach house. “She would never disappear without saying goodbye or leaving some sort of message. She knows how worried I get.” He said, pulling his hair with frustration.Damien and I shared a knowing glance. I considered tellin
PEACE’S POV:I hate my name.I might have failed to mention that in the past, but it’s something I can’t change. Not because I couldn’t just go to a law firm and get my name changed, but because my parents named me after something I could never have. Peace.How ironic.My entire life has been nothing but chaotic. My sister, Stephanie, should have been the one with the name. not me. She was always so happy and bubbly, while I was a bit too serious. Perhaps because there was nothing to be happy or bubbly about. My parents were killed right in front of me, and I had to sacrifice a lot of things to make sure my sister and I never suffered the same fate.But at the end of the day, it proved to be useless. I put her head in a gift box to remind me of that.Such brutality, and for what? All we wanted was to leave happily and peacefully, but we never could, no matter how far or fast we ran.Perhaps this was why I was scared of what was happening now. Scared of this feeling, I got it in my che
ROSALINE’S POV:“I am pretty sure they must be dead by now.”“Damien!” I snapped, horrified that he could even think of such a thing.He raised his hands in surrender, and I shot him a glare. It has been three days since we returned from our vacation with Courtney. She had succeeded in convincing Peace to leave this palace and go live with William and Ben in California. I wanted to stop her, but it seemed she had already made her decision.And besides, she deserved a normal life. Away from all this madness. I mean, her sister got decapitated because of me; the least we could do was let her go.“You know I am right; the safest place she could have been was with us. It does not matter if she flies to Russia; if your father and Magnus want to find her and use her as bait or collateral damage, they will,” Damien said blatantly, and I huffed before sinking deeper into my chair.“Any news on them? Magnus and my father?” I asked, and he shook his head to the side.I did not know why, but whe