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
ROSALINE’S POV:The sun was warm, and the air was tranquil. It was just Ariana, Damien, Federick, two other guards, and me on the property. I had ordered a little truck to help move some of our things, but Damien did not agree. He did not want to let many people know that we were moving.“Anything you need, I will send someone to go buy it. But whatever is in that house stays there; we need to give off the illusion that we are still living there. If anyone even has the slightest information that we are here, then everything can go to hell,” Damien said.“I know, I know. But some things can’t be bought; they hold a lot of sentimental value,” I said as I watched the guards take some of the boxes into our new home. "Ah, be careful with that box. Those are Ariana’s favourite toys,” I scolded, and he bowed regretfully.“Forgive me, Luna. I will be more careful,” he said, and I nodded. I watched them take the boxes into the house before returning my attention to Damien. He looked at me like
ROSALINE’S POV:This cannot be. This has to be some sort of dream.Why couldn’t I move? Was it fear? Or possibly paralysis?I was surrounded by darkness. There is this uncomfortable chill that goes up my spine, and goosebumps erupt all over my skin. My eyes searched around, but there was nothing to be seen for miles. It was as though I had fallen into an abyss. I could not even see the ground I was standing on; all I saw was darkness.But all that changed in a second. I was still surrounded by darkness when a mirror suddenly appeared before me. I couldn’t take my eyes off my reflection, maybe because I was too scared to. The woman staring back at me was so different and so scary. She wore a long white gown that pooled around her feet. Her hair was down and messy; some even stuck to her face because she was sweating profoundly. But that was not the only thing that terrified me most about her.No.It was the smile on her face. It almost stretched to her ears, and the look in her eyes wa
DAMIEN'S POV:The flames burned my skin as I ascended the stairs on all fours. My head felt dizzy, and the smoke became intoxicating, but I couldn't stop now. It wasn't even an option.I didn't care if I got burned alive, as long as my daughter got out of here alive.I knew making her room fireproof would be a good decision. Back when I was talking with the architects that would be handling this house, I told them I wanted one room, which would be my kid's room, to be fireproof while the rest of the house would be bulletproof.I did so because I knew kids could be careless and cause havoc. That was why I had to get Rosaline out first; she was the one in more danger. I never once thought that the entire house would be set ablaze. What the hell could have possibly caused this?Well, that wasn't important right now; all that matters is getting my daughter out of here.I jumped over the flames and braced myself to kick down the flaming door.Pain shot up my entire body as I kicked down th