(Quinn's POV)As the final particles of the supernatural fade out of sight, I am left standing open-mouthed. I have no idea what the gift is that she gave us, where she went, or how she knew about our encounter with Arion. Then again, nothing in this place has been straightforward. Actually, it’s like the entire universe has gone crazy since the eclipse. Hopefully, when we find the obsidian veil, things will return to normal when the sun is back. “Come on, let’s head deeper into the forest to see what we can find,” Salvatore says. “Alright,” I reply, but I am not sure if I want to explore anymore with all the strange things we have found so far. We move further away from where we met Arion, and I hope we are on the right path. The relic he said we needed to use the veil is the most important thing right now. There are way too many things that we have to do, and it’s best to focus on one thing at a time. I’ve come a long way from my mission to bring back the sun. I knew it would be
~*~Warning the following chapter contains a sexually explicit scene. ~*~(Salvatore’s POV) We follow the path around the village until we reach an old abandoned mine shaft. It’s the most random place for a library I have ever seen, but the supernatural said it was here and I have to believe him. We venture inside the tunnel that runs into the cave, following the old cart tracks that run underground.Wherever this secret library is inside the maze of tunnels, the tracks will lead us to it. As we move deeper into the tunnels and further underground, the air is heavy with the scent of dirt and dampness. How anyone could have spent their lives working underground in such harsh conditions, I do not know. It is difficult enough for me to breathe easily in here, so I can only imagine how hard it must be for a human. We walk in silence, focusing on trying to find the hidden library. I use my vampiric sight to scan the area, looking for anything out of place, and then I see it.“Over there
(Quinn’s POV)We get dressed quickly. The air in the library is freezing against my clammy skin. Salvatore watches me as I put on my jeans. I check my pocket to make sure that Arion’s relic is still tucked safely inside. When I feel the small, solid pendant, I let out a sigh of relief. We are going to have to be more careful now that it is in our possession. It’s so tiny that it will be easy to lose, and although what just happened between us made me feel amazing, tossing my jeans on the floor with the relic in the pocket was kind of reckless. As Salvatore and I leave the mine shaft, I feel like everything is finally falling into place at last. We have something that will help us use the obsidian veil. Although we don’t know exactly how it works, I have faith that the relic changes everything. As we make our way through the dense forest, we try to be as quiet as possible. I move with caution. Every step I take is calculated. My heart pounds in my chest and adrenaline courses through
(Quinn's POV) Pulling the blanket over my naked torso, I glance through the bars of the cage at the clock on the wall. Fuck. I should have known it was going to be a bad day. It usually is, and now I am late for class again! I have labs this morning with Ms Meera, the queen bitch of all my tutors here at Oak Park University. She doesn't like me, and now she is going to kill me. If by some sheer stroke of luck I make it through the lesson, I will probably end up wishing that she had. Today is the last mock practical assessment before my final exam. I am nowhere near ready because I have been partying all week instead of studying. Last night was a full moon, so technically that one isn’t my fault. I rarely hit the clubs so hard, but we are going home at the end of the term, and I am doing everything in my power to get everything out of my system. When we get home, I need to be the women that the pack needs. Which is anyone but the real me. I groan and turn to grab my clothes from th
(Salvatore's POV) The air is thick with the stench of blood, it fills my nostrils as I walk across the carpark towards the abandoned warehouse. The light of the full moon streams through the shattered windows casting shadows on the walls. This place is sinister enough without me being here. My brothers are already sitting at a long wooden table waiting for me. “Ah, Salvatore,” Dante greets me with a sinister smile, “You made it.” His dark eyes penetrate through me to the place my soul should be. “Of course,” I reply, the bitterness clear in my voice. I scan the room, taking in the other members of the seven. I don’t know what possessed Dante to choose such a derelict meeting place. As the longest ruling vampire mafia, it isn’t like we don’t have the money to pay for a more civilised meeting place. “Brothers,” I greet the rest of my family, and take my seat at the table. The cold metal chair presses against my back, reminding me of my place at the bottom of the order of the seven.
(Quinn's POV) Goosebumps rise on my skin the second I step out of the dorm. Shivering against the freezing cold, I curse Emmerson for making me wear this skimpy dress. So much for it almost being summer, I think miserably as we walk across the street. England, never hot and I'm always pale. I long for a place with some colour to it. Somewhere tropical, where life would be so much better.Living in the UK is like living in a world of washed-out colours. The sun seems to only offer its light in watery patches. The streets are lined with dingy brick buildings, dull grey skies sit heavy above them, as if they have been waiting for a lifetime of rain. Even the grass and shrubs appear drained of colour, no more than an afterthought painted in dirty watercolours. A feeling of sadness settles over me whenever I pass through these areas. It seems to be a permanent reminder of my own lack of freedom.But when I approached the edge of the city, something changes. Instead of being surrounded by
~*~ Warning the following chapter contains a sexually explicit scene. ~*~ (Quinn's POV) The man stands before me, naked and magnificent. I'm mesmerized by his beauty as he strides towards me with a predatory grace that's almost unnerving. Usually, I'd be turned off, but right now, there's something exhilarating about the way he moves. My inner wolf basks in the power of the situation. I can feel her delight at my choice of partner. I pretend to follow his lead, letting him think he's the one in charge, while I relish in my power and revel in this moment. When he reaches me. He grabs me around the waist and lifts me off the ground. We move towards the only empty wall. I'm glad that we didn’t go to the bed. Missionary is not on the menu tonight. I wrap my thighs tighter around his hips and pull him into me. I don’t need foreplay. I am already wetter than a swimming pool, and ready to get this thing moving. Tracing his ink with my finger, I wonder if there is any meaning behind th
(Salvatore's POV)As soon as dusk becomes darkness, the city comes alive with a pulse of its own. The busy streets of London are buzzing with excitement. My senses come to life as I pick up on the supernatural world that coexists in secret alongside the humans. Despite the noise, I can hear everything around me. Each heartbeat is a symphony playing just for me. It's my siren’s song calling to the monster within, beckoning it to let loose and feed. I stay hidden in the shadows and observe the scene around me. There are so many people out tonight. I can smell their desperation. Their only desire is to escape their mundane lives for one night. The darkness is a cloak, hiding me from the prying eyes of the more curious humans. The beast inside me is hungry. No matter how hard I try to ignore him, I know I can’t suppress his desires for much longer. My nostrils flare as an intoxicating scent catches my attention. The smell just makes the beast more excited. I give in to the primal urge