Blake's POV
It would be impossible for me to continue with my plans if I kept her in the shadows. The fact I'm keeping so much shit from her, is eating at me.
Making my own damn words itch at me from when I told her to quit keeping secrets from me. I made her promise to never hide things from me, yet I have so many hidden things from her.
Two years before she returned, I found out that a top warrior from the Crescent Moon pack had passed away while she was supposed to be off in college. I would be lying if I said it didn't scare me. Millions of thoughts went through my mind, what if that happened to my mate?
That's when I knew something was not right. I took advantage of an invitation the Crescent Moon's new Alpha had made us. I had already met Tasha by then. We had just talked once back then. But I used the fact she was attracted to me to my advantage.
I seduced h
Selene's POV Blake continued to talk on the phone. He quickly changed and asked me to stay in the room."Baby I gotta work this matter with my Delta and my top trackers. Please! Stay put until I get back. I'll get Tyler back safe and sound... I promise." He cupped my face, and gave me a kiss on the lips before turning on his heel and leaving.AS IF!! This was my brother we're talking about.I was extremely enraged. The love and care I had for Jaz before, was vastly different now. In just a few weeks she managed to awaken an anger in me I didn't know I had. When I find her, and I get my hands on her; I will make her regret ever messing with Tyler Slate.&
Selene’s POVI woke up with the sun rays hitting my face. Though I laid in the shade, my face still felt the warmth of the alluring sunrays peaking through the branches of the trees surrounding me.I realized I laid on my stomach on top of a blanket, on top of me was a thin sheet covering me from mid back and down.I have no idea how I got here, nor how did I end up being covered. Thankfully as I glanced around, I realized I was close to where I had left my clothes, right before I shifted and let Hazel take over.I heard a foot stir in the ground and the breaking of a small branch. It startled me at first, but his sweet smell told me I was in no trouble at all. I turned slowly to look
Third Person POVTyler sat on an old rugged chair. His head hung low, and hands tied to the back of the chair with silver shackles that weakened him a bit.Though the room was fairly lit with the moon light, he was unable to see a thing from the blind fold. His body full of all the lingering sweat and blood his body was covered in, making him rather uncomfortable. This was evidence his body had been harshly beaten countless times and was making him angry just to think of it.Acting vulnerable was never his thing. But if he had to trick them into taking them down, he had to play his part. He just hoped help came soon.Silence lingered in the air. He had excellent hearing, due to the numerous hours Blake obliged him to practice with a blindfold. He c
Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length.He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside."Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says.The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear."Grandpa... it's me!" Blake responds the old wolf."I knew it. I could smell you a mile away. M
Third Person POVSelene had fallen asleep after countless times trying to bust the window bars open. After a few hours, she had no longer cared the silver bars were burning her skin. All she wanted was to run to his side. She tried hitting it with her feet, pushing the damn bars with her bare hands. Pinning her entire body against the bars....nothing worked!Eight long and excruciating hours had gone by. Her mind was a complete whirl of torment. She was determined, and she was far from giving up. But all her efforts and frustration were beginning to wear her out. The tears in her eyes kept pouring out, relentlessly staining her cheeks, all the way to her shirt. Her hair sticking to her face, moistened by her tears."Fuck!!! Come on!!! Blake, please? You can't do this to me." She let her body fall on her knees, covering her face with the sides of her hands to muffle her cries.****
Third Person POVTyler hung his head. His wounds were now completely healed. Though the shackles on his arms still held the sting from the tight grasp on his arms, the wound around his wrists unwilling to heal completely. He was tired and sore from being in this position. It had been over twenty four hours since he was brought here.His stomach grumbled and his throat felt dry and raspy. Just thinking about food made him salivate, giving his stomach churned from the bitter taste of his own mouth. He had been here for over a day after all.'Damn it Blake! Where the fuck are you? I bet you went to your grandpa's house first before coming to my damn rescue.' He thought to himself smiling. A small, barely noticeable smirk in his face.
Third Person POVDamian sits at his chair. He grips the arm rests tight, clenching his jaw. Before him stands Tasha, her hands tied in front, and blood running down her mouth.His eyes are blood red, anger is more then evident in his perplection. He fuses and clenches his jaw as he slowly stands; slowly making his way towards her."Remind me again my dear, why I allowed you to talk me in to letting you be a part of this mission? Did you not say you would make sure that I'd have Selene in my presence by the time I saw you?" He lifts her chin up softly before him. Tasha's jaw trembles and maintains her eyes low, unwilling to look at him in his eyes.Her whole body shaking in fear of what he may do to her. Tears roll
Blake and Tyler make their way back inside his grandfather's house. The sweet aroma of food invades their nostrils as both men followed by the rest of their small group follows behind.His grandpa stands at the wood fire lit furnace. The pot on top bubbling and simmering. His grandfather grabs the spoon and gives it a last stir before taking it off the hot top.Placing the pot on top of the counter he greets all the boys and waits for them to sit. One by one, he serves them a good heaping of food in a bowl each. Quietly, peacefully, they eat."I was sure I wouldn't see you until tonight. I'm glad to see you boys back so early. I have been worried since the moment you left." He lifts his head looking around towards the boys.