VANESSA’S POVThe last two days have been hectic. I have been busy preparing for the party since Tristan told me about it. It was going smoothly and wasn’t too much of a trouble for me, well except for the part that my anxiety was high up the roof. I tried to brush off the thought of Declan but it kept recurring no matter what I did. I even hoped to the goddess that this was all just a dream and there was no party but with each preparation I made, it was clear that this was real and I would be meeting Declan again. I couldn’t help but think about the betrayal Tristan and the people of the pack would feel. What will they think of me? I knew Declan and he wasn’t the type to let things like this go. He was the type to drag things out, to make things worse and damn the consequences. I struggled to act cool about the whole thing to avoid Tristain's suspicion, but it was harder with the disturbing thought that Declan would ruin everything for me.More than often, Tristan has asked me
DECLAN’S POVTonight is the Alliance's party and if I really wanted to sabotage the party, it was best to start with getting on Tristan’s nerves just a little. Well, it’s not so little when I have come in here with one of the random females who warms my bed especially when I was meant to attend with my Luna instead. I didn’t have one and I could have come alone but where is the fun in that? And the female—Vivian, I believe her name was—was more than happy to tag along to a party filled with powerful men.As we stepped into the party, we were welcomed by the fancy lights and an even more fancy setting. The colors of the table clothes were warm and pleasing and matched the overall vibe of the party. The further I went into the hall, the harsher a strange feeling tugged at me. Something about this hall, everything about it seemed oddly familiar but I brushed it off. It couldn’t mean anything. My gaze travelled around the hall, settling on the tables that had the nametags of each of the
DECLAN’S POV.For the very first time in my life, I had no words to shoot back at someone. I was left dumbfounded, caught off guard by the words and the best I could do was stare blankly at him. "Are you a bad man?" He asked again.What the hell does someone even say to that? The boy came closer to me and like he carried a plague, I stepped back to create space between us. I’ve never actually dealt with a child before. Heck, I have never even been in the same room with one.When the words pup and child are mentioned, all I see is: poop, diapers, drool, snotty cries, sleepless nights, madness and oh, more poop! And now here I was, standing in front of one that embodies the whole package. It irked me. I felt trapped by the boy and the last time I felt that way was when my father was dying and his final wish on his deathbed was for me to marry a woman I never wanted. That thought made all of the feelings I’ve tried so hard to bury since I finally got closure by getting rid of her, r
VANESSA’S POV. I looked everywhere for Dame but he was nowhere to be found. My entire being was plunged with fear and I blamed myself for leaving him behind with the maids. I should have known better. I shouldn't have gone to sleep knowing how much of a risk it was to not be around Dame tonight.He was nowhere around the house and the more a thought occurred to me, the more agitated I get, trying to clamp down on the thoughts and delude myself. There was now way Dame was at the party. My thoughts were cut short by the sound of a commotion no doubt coming from the hall where the party was being held. A dark brooding feeling curled up in my guts. Something was terribly wrong and I knew it. I was in nothing but night wear but I couldn’t care less as I went down a flight of steps towards the hall where the party was being held. Dame is somewhere out there and I need to find my son. I ran into the hall and what seemed to be a party wasn’t much of that anymore. The hall that was neatl
DECLAN’S POVI didn’t stop running.With an unknown pup in my hands, I didn’t stop running.From the very moment I pushed through the throng of people that were already outside the hall, my pace only got faster as I found my way to get to a safe distance with the little boy in my arms. Running without actually looking where I was going led me into the woods surrounding Tristan’s pack and I didn’t stop until I was sure that we were safe and were not followed by anyone.An explosion rocked the forest, sending birds flying off their trees with terrified screeches and I laid low. From where I stood, I watched the flare flames and of smoke coming from the direction of the heart of Tristan’s pack. It was easy to tell that the godforsaken rogues had set fire on the pack and I was only lucky to have gotten away without getting hurt.Asides from the sound of crickets echoing into the night and of toads croaking out, there was nothing else that posed a danger to me and the child I had brought w
DECLAN’S POVSince choice eluded me, the only option was to take the boy back home with me. Before coming to that conclusion, I really considered just leaving him at the hospital to be the doctor and nurses’ problem.I couldn’t stop blaming myself for taking the boy with me and I cursed the instincts to save someone that I never thought I had. Heck, I couldn’t even save Ellena back then in the face of death. Things like this is why I always look the other way when anyone needs a favor. Heartless. Wicked. Selfish; call it whatever you want but I’m reality, the act of kindness is a burden on its own. I wouldn’t say saving the boy was me being kind but look where it got me anyway? Leaving the boy at the hospital would be a terrible idea and it might take months, goddess I hope not, to get him to talk. I realized it was better I do it myself since I brought the problem upon myself too. I mean, how hard could it be to get a little put to talk? And so, I took home since I couldn't have
VANESSA’S POVIt's been two weeks.Two weeks of living in what feels like a torment on my soul.Two weeks of tears, pain and anxiety.Two weeks—the longest periods I have ever been away from Dame.Everyone keeps saying the same thing: I should give up. I should accept that he is gone. If we ever find him, it would be his dead body anyway. He’s only a child and there was no way he could have survived being alone for two weeks. The rebel rogues killed him already. They are probably holding him hostage to strike a deal. I shouldn’t put the pack in more distress. It’s only one child, I could still make another.Every time they said those words to me, I shut my mind off because there was no way in hell I’d just accept that my baby was gone forever. I refuse to give up. My baby is out there somewhere. He was smart and barely stressed me out like people said babies would, but he’s probably scared wherever he was out there. Scared and in danger. How could I give up knowing that? Just like ev
VANESSA'S POV"It's been a couple of weeks already. If you continue to starve yourself this way, something might happen to you."Arya.The poor maid was doing her job, trying to talk me into eating the food she brought into my room since I haven’t stepped foot out of the room in the safe house in days. Neither have I had it in me to eat whatever food is being brought into my room. I haven’t been feeling or feeding well since the attack. Most of the time, I lose my appetite as soon as I see the food, and my mind would immediately wander off to none other than my missing son. I’d be plagued with questions upon questions with no answers in sight; Is he okay? Did he have someone to pet him to sleep? What are they feeding him? Are they even feeding him at all?What if Tristan is right? What if he’s truly gone forever?These thoughts have become the first thing that runs through my head every time I try to eat, and I suddenly become tired and unable to stomach my food. "You need to get yo