Cleo’s POVAs Daphne became distracted by Eric, Roman took the opportunity to restrain her. I knew she thought I had mind linked Roman but in truth I was communicating with Eric. Who else better to distract someone than their mate? It may have been a desperate move, but it worked.“Why didn’t you tell me the moment you knew she was here? Do you have any idea what could have happened?” Roman gripped my folded arms as I watched my sister lay still on the ground. I had half expected for her to kick and scream but she didn’t. She remained quiet her eyes closed. She wasn’t unconscious, she was listening.“You were busy, so I called Eric. Besides their taking her to the dungeon so you would have known shortly anyway.” I tried to keep the sarcasm from my voice, but I was just so pissed off with him that any trying was futile.“And you think that Eric would have been able to protect you had a fight broke out with the other wolves?” I knew he wouldn’t, he wasn’t half as strong as my mate, but
Romans POVDaphne’s wolf spoke for her that much I was certain of. Though it worried me she was able to come forward at all. There were zero doubts in my mind that magic of some kind was at play, but I needed to know how much control it had over her. And what the source of it was. Magic had it limits as did those using it. To re-enable someone to shift wasn’t something your ordinary witch was capable of. It would have taken the entirety of a powerful coven at the very least, and there wasn’t many that powerful around. No coven that would weaken itself for a wolf anyway. All signs led to the work of Hades; coincidence just wasn’t an option.Not giving Daphne or her wolf the chance to provoke Cleo further, I pushed her from the cell nodding to Eric who knew to quickly pull the door shut sealing it from the inside. I was fine with having given Daphne a chance, but now, in my eyes her wolf had just made a declaration of war on my family. That was something I wasn’t about to let slide. No
Cleo’s POVI knew Roman had me locked out for my own good. I understood yet couldn’t help but hate him at the same time. Daphne was my sister and although she deserved to pay for her crime, there was no possible way I would have been able stand idly by and watch Roman be the one to do. In a twisted way it would have felt like I was betraying my own flesh and blood.“I Eric Blair, reject you Daphne Barton as my mate.”Hearing Eric’s rejection I fell to the ground. The sound of Daphne’s screams had my heart aching like I’d never before experienced. Rejection was said to be like a knife to the heart. Half your soul ripped away, leaving you an empty shell just hoping the moon goddess would take pity and bless you with a second chance before the craziness drove you to take your own life. The problem being second chances, they were about as rare as someone having multiple mates.Unable to hear her scream I went back to the pack house and straight to the private library. Hades, my father. H
Romans POVOut of nowhere my vision became blurry, pictures of Cleo shifting entering my mind. It was as if I was there, both as a witness and participant to everything that happened. The beads of sweat on my neck proof of the pain she felt as her body changed. When the shift was finished there she stood. No longer a wolf but a beast similar to that of a Lycanthrope thanks to her demonic half. The thing Johnathon from the council feared as he warned me on the phone the night I called him had happened. Cleo and Freya had become one.Suddenly the pictures disappeared my vision once again taking in the sight of the cell in which we stood. I knew it was only a matter of time until something else was going to happen. There was no way Cleo would have taken this step had she not had a plan. I tried to connect to her, to feel what she felt but was met with nothing but a cold darkness. The second I described what I saw Kai reached out to those on border control asking them to keep their eyes p
Cleo’s POV The flames burned for all but a second before they became more of an annoyance. That scared me. Fire, heat anything that extreme should have hurt me. Should have left me scarred, breathless and begging for release but it hadn’t. Flames created my own hand didn’t hurt me, but this was hell fire. Engulfed in flames of hell I felt relaxed a sense of calm and the feeling of home that even Roman couldn’t provide me. As the flames disbursed Freya rose from her knees. In the legend’s hell, the underworld was pictured as an underground cave. Lava rivers flowing throughout waiting to snuff the life from anyone that dare touch and every soul damned to this place. That picture however was very, very wrong. This place looked nothing like the underworld pictured in Hercules as I grew up. No, I wasn’t standing in a cave but what looked to be a desert. The skies were a blood orange which seemed to be home to giant flying beasts as they circled above me. ‘What are those things?’ ‘Guard
Cleo’s POV “Time moves differently here Cleo; you’ve been here what? A few hours? That would be few weeks up there. You really ought to have done your research before venturing places you have no clue about.” Hades lifted his gaze fixing at me for a split second, a small smile playing at the corner of his thin lips. “By now I’m sure your mutt is going out of his mind. That is unless he found some other bitch to share his bed in your absence. Lucille perhaps?” Growling I launched myself in Hades direction only he was two steps ahead of me. Raising his hand, it connected with my face sending me skidding across the ground. Everything within me hated this man and the way he was able to get under my skin with just a few words. Looking at my bump the seriousness of the situation I was in began to weigh heavily on my mind. If the time difference was true, it meant I would have maybe two hours left until my world would change forever. Each minute was now critical. “Oh Cleo, I’m joking. About
Daphne’s POVAfter Eric marked me, he refused to see me. The greater his absence became I could feel the mark on my neck burning into me, the venom wanting me to lose all control. Without me marking him in return my body would begin to crave him. Something that was already beginning to happen. Every thought that entered my mind was of Eric. Nothing about them were sexual which hadn’t surprised me in the least.Two weeks had past, and every day Roman would inject me with something that kept my heat at bay. Though the pain remained the need to fuck was nowhere in sight. Being down here was lonely and in truth gave me time to think. Time to reflect upon the choices I made that led me to being here.More than anything I wished I could turn back the clocks of time and tell that demonic bitch where to go. If I could I’d reveal her true identity. I’d scream it so fucking loud that not a soul in either this life nor the next would miss it. However, I couldn’t. Another poorly made choice I had
Romans POVWithout thinking I smashed through the window catching Cleo off guard yet the man controlling the flames didn’t even flinch. Turning to face me his face shared similarities with Cleo. Their noses, their eyes and even the posture they held were the same. There was no denying this was Hades.“ROMAN! ITS A TRAP GET OUT!” Out of nowhere a flame spiralled around me pinning me to the wall. “YOU HAVE ME, LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO!” I growled hearing how my mate begged for my life until realisation set in.Lucille didn’t want to be Luna, she wanted me here and knew exactly how to accomplish it.“SILENCE!” Pulling the flames that bound Cleo closer to him I thrashed trying to break free and get to her. Every move I made the heat grew stronger burning into my flesh. “You may have the fire element under your belt my boy, but this is hellfire.” He sneered as he placed his long sharp blackened nails on Cleo’s large bump.My heart began to race knowing he wanted the pup dead. As Cleo screame