(Salvatore's POV) It’s been days since I tasted a drop of fresh blood. I locked myself in my room, so I could read the ancient book I came across by accident in peace. The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows on the ancient parchment, making the cryptic script dance across the paper. I lean closer, the musty scent of old paper filling my nostrils as I frantically try to decipher the hidden meaning within the pages. “Could this be?” I murmur, my hand shaking slightly as I trace a finger along a passage of text.For humans, the world shall lose all light. Immersed in the shadows of perpetual dusk, they will struggle to find their way. The supernaturals, with power untold, face a destiny that is yet foretold. The twilight unveils strength and strife. A test that threatens their existence and can end their life. The words seem to reveal a terrifying truth. A dark future awaits both humans and supernaturals alike. My heart races with fear and adrenaline as I realise the full implic
(Quinn's POV)“Whether you are ready doesn't matter. We have to adapt to change.” Magnus frowns at my mum.“Magnus is right, Quinn. You've had years to think about your decision. There is no point in putting off the inevitable,” my mother adds. The whole thing feels wrong. They are tag teaming me into making a choice that will affect the rest of my life. They don’t care about me or my feelings, and they are intent on railroading me into choosing between the twins.“I am not ready for this yet. You can’t drop this on me, and expect an answer now.” I rub my brow. The tension radiating from my mother is nothing compared to what I'm feeling.“There's no point in delaying things.”“Shouldn't I have time to come to terms with this?” I ask, my voice filled with hope.“What's the problem is? Either of my boys would make a fine husband. Any girl would want them,” Magnus growls, and I can tell that I am making him angry.“That isn’t what I am saying. I just don’t like the fact that I will hurt
(Quinn's POV)I wake up with a pounding headache, thanks to the eight shots I’d downed last night. The room spins for a second as I sit up. My friends must have brought me here after I passed out. All I want is to go back to sleep and never wake up, but I have a date to prepare for. I don’t know who is coming, where we are going, or what to wear.Dragging myself out of bed, I stumble to the kitchen in search of caffeine. Coffee is my lifeline now, and I need it strong and black to shake off this zombie-like feeling. My face feels swollen from all the crying. Magnus, our pack’s leader, has given me hardly any time to choose between the twins. Filling the kettle, I look in the fridge for something to eat. There is bacon, eggs, butter, and jam, but the thought of cooking makes me feel sick. I put some bread in the toaster. My friends can sort out what they want when they wake up. With my stomach settled, I tiptoe up the small staircase to the bathroom to avoid waking my friends. I need a
(Quinn's POV)The cabin's door swings open, and my friends, Piper and Emmerson, glance up from whatever they were doing while I was out. Their eyes are full of curiosity as their unspoken questions hang in the air. I take a seat next to them in the sitting area.“How was it?” they ask in unison, their voices dripping with anticipation. “It was okay, actually. Not what I expected, but I learned a lot about Landon, which is good.” I pause, thinking about whether I should tell the girls about Landon, knowing that they are gay. “He knows about the two of you,” I finally admit. “You told him?” Emmerson exclaims. “No, I wouldn’t do that to you. He said he saw the two of you outside a club. But he hasn’t told anyone.” I add to calm their nerves. “Well, at least we know we can trust him. That’s a big plus in my books,” Piper says with a warm smile.“That’s what I thought too.” I grin. “So where did you go?” Piper asks.“To the lake,” I smile, thinking about how much effort Landon had put
(Quinn's POV)I’m glad my friends are willing to go along with what I want. All my life, I have put other people’s needs above my own. I have always done what everyone else thinks is right, and it's made me unhappy. I am sick of it. For once, I want to do something for myself. It isn’t a lot to ask for. I can't get out of becoming the packs Luna. I have known my destiny for years. As soon as I could talk, my parents drilled it into me I was going to be the queen. At first I just accepted it, but the older I got, the more I resented it. If this is going to work out well, not just for me, but also for the pack. I have to choose the twin that I feel the most connected to. I am so lost in my own thoughts, I don’t notice that the cabin door has opened until Logan speaks. “Are you ready?” he asks, moving in front of me. “I guess so.” I shrug and stand up. He looks nice, but he hasn’t put the same effort into our date that Landon did. I hated it bothered me, but I am a little disappointed.
(Quinn's POV) I can’t believe how fast the last couple of days have gone. Magnus will be here soon, and he is going to want my answer. Could I even do what Logan suggested and just tell him no. I don't know much about our alpha, other than he is powerful, and he doesn’t like it when people don’t do what he asks. Is it worth challenging him on this? I should just flip a coin to make my choice. It's the only thing I can do right now to choose between the boys. The girls can’t help me, I already know they would pick Landon. I would if I were them. Everything he said meant they could have the life they want, but can I live like that. It doesn’t make me a bad person to want to choose my partner based on who would make me happy. My happiness would make the pack a better place to live after all. Out of the two boys that Logan was the right choice for me, and I am certain he would be on board with my plans for the pack. I just don’t think he would be the best leader, and that is weighing on
(Salvatore's POV)Not so long ago, the casino, was a bustling haven of entertainment. Now it has transformed into a macabre feeding ground for my brothers. Everywhere I turn, I see people in various stages of transition, their humanity slipping away with every second. My gaze sweeps across the room, locking onto Dante, who is feeding from a young blonde woman sprawled across his lap. Her torn shirt exposes her bare breast. "Enough, Dante!" I shout, my fists clenched at my sides. "We can't keep turning humans at this reckless pace. It's a path that brings nothing but trouble."Dante's dark eyes narrow, his predatory features twist into a sinister sneer. "You dare question my judgment, Salvatore? As head of the seven, I am more than qualified to make decisions on behalf of our kind."I bite down hard on my lip, suppressing my burning rage. "It's not about your qualifications, Dante. It's about our future. If you continue at this rate, there will be no one left to feed on.""I hear your
(Quinn's POV) I bolt away from my mother’s apartment. I don't know where I am going or how I am going to get myself out of this mess. The way Magnus is acting is diabolical. This isn’t the olden days, and the last I knew, we were not in a dictatorship. Whatever.No one can help me. I can’t blame Logan for this. He only told me what I wanted to hear. His words were true. I am the one with all the power. It was written all over his dad's face. Magnus just wanted to prove his balls were bigger than mine. I can’t blame him for that because he was the alpha, after all. If he backed down to me, it would leave him open to a challenge from one of the other males in the pack. The Woulfes have been running the pack for a hundred years. It's all they know. If they lost their position in the pack, it would kill them. Being in charge runs in their blood. They couldn't follow anyone else. Magnus makes the rules to keep us safe, and he has taught the twins the skills needed to run the pack. Aside