"I'm coming with you," Francesca said, following Tristan out as soon as he barged out the supply room door. "No!" he immediately exclaimed, eyes wide, hair mussed, and the front buttons of his dress shirt misaligned. It seemed almost comical to Francesca, if only the situation wasn't serious. "Not this again," she complained, then choked back her tears. "I let you go alone to face Stefano before and I almost lost you." "Qin ai de, you are in no condition to fight. You know that." Tristan whispered at her, cradling her face in his hands. Around them, some curious nurses have started to notice their distressed demeanor, but no one dared to ask their Alpha about it. "I'm fine, Tristan. I can fight. Besides, I told you I decided to be Alpha, right? How can I just stay here while everyone's in trouble?" "I know you're strong. Hell, you can probably take me even in your condition. But Francesca, for my peace of my mind---" "What about my peace of mind? You'll be out there. The pack wi
"The specialized Zeta units are keeping our enemies in line with guerilla tactics. The traps we've set up around their territory have slowed them down significantly, too." Lynn's voice wafted from the speakerphone at the center of the long table in the room. The "Underground" that Tristan was talking about turned out to be a mini-mansion just right underneath Emerald Tower. It wasn't just a meeting room where Tristan briefs his pack members, just as Francesca had initially expected. "How many casualties do we have so far?" Tristan continued to inquire. There was a pause at the other end as Lynn answered, "We're at ten from the Zeta units and 25 from the Etas." Silence filled the room. "What about the humans, and our civilians?" Tristan spoke again, his grief barely concealed from his subordinates. "The gammas have worked their magic, so we have none so far." came Lynn's voice on the other end. Tristan's shoulders sagged in relief, and Francesca could tell that the people
"You okay?" Francesca looked up, her worrying thoughts interrupted by Gianna's concerned face. Tristan had already left when she woke up that morning, leaving her only with a short goodbye note. But she was also about to leave soon, so there was no time to dwell on her anxious thoughts. Francesca gave Gianna a tired smile, "I'm okay. How are you? Did you get a good rest at your new place?" "Yes, I did. Thank you. You guys didn't have to bother with that, by the way. I really would've just been fine looking for a place on my own." Gianna answered, closing the kitchen door behind her. She had come early from her place to visit Francesca and had demanded coffee the second she arrived. "Don't be silly. Of course, we had to help you." Francesca said. Gianna opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a knock on the front door. "I'm ready when you are, Ma'am," Ivan said through the camera outside the door. He was dressed in all black, ready to go. "It's time. Bye, Gia," Fran
The resistance's hideout is in a secluded room in a New Jersey bar. A bar, of all places. Somewhere Francesca would never thought her Uncle Julio would step in. But the way she remembered Stefano's memories could not be wrong. One of his Zetas was here, investigating the place. Only, they did not find anything then so they did not bother. Francesca did. It was the painting of the phoenix on the wall. She painted it. Her Uncle Julio and the other rebels were hiding there. And she was right. She could see him now, just sitting at the table near the stage, in front of his wife, Lolita. It was as if he was waiting for her. "Uncle, Auntie," Francesca said as he neared them and she pulled her hoodie down. Gianna and Ivan, who had been quietly following behind her also did the same. Francesca could tell from the way the energy of the room shifted that the people there had just recognized her. She couldn't tell yet what their stares meant. Yes, she had help the prisoners escape, but she ha
"What was that? Where did those people come from? Do you know how many men I've lost?" Kaya slammed her fists on the wall, her human hands barely transforming into that of her wolf's before it connected. But Stefano wasn't listening to her, preoccupied with what he just witnessed. "The entire time, they were just here. How could I have been stupid?" he whispered to himself, barely reining in his out-of-control wolf himself. "Stefano. Are you listening to me? What are we going to do now?" Kaya shouted. She turned furiously towards her fellow Alpha, bumping into Lionel. "Ow, man. Be careful. I hurt my shoulder out there." Lionel groaned, earning him a glare not only from Kaya, but from his brother, as well. "Calm down. We haven't lost yet." Stefano said, "We will still move on to the second phase." Kaya narrowed her eyes at him, "You're hiding something from us, aren't you? You said the moon has powers that could give someone the power to conquer the entire werewolf hood. What else
Francesca woke up again after passing out for what might be the tenth time today. What the hell just happened? Lynn was acting loopy and passed out too. And Gianna...she did all that. Her friend was acting strange, or she wasn't Gianna at all. Francesca and Lynn needed to get out of there. There must be people in the other rooms, too. She could get help-- "Sorry about that. I just wanted to calm you down so I can talk to you. But I forgot how weak your body was. I used a more potent spell than necessary." Gianna's voice wafted from where she was standing near Lynn's bed, who was still unconscious. "What's happening?" Francesca choked, "Lynn. What did you do to Lynn?" "Nothing. I just put her to sleep. She'll be fine." Francesca glared at Gianna, "What is happening? What are you--" "When did you start calling me Gia?" Gianna asked musingly, studying her nails. "Calling you--" Francesca said, thrown off by the question, "I-I don't remember." "You felt really guilty, didn't y
All of them were thrown into prison, Stefano and his subordinates barely glancing at them. Silence filled the hall as all of them settled on the floor. The rebels who helped them huddled on one side of the room, and Brendon's and Tristan's men on the other. Tristan kept a close eye on his cousins, which was difficult to do since the guilt was weighing on him like a brick. Gavin is glaring at Tristan, while Jacob had a bewildered look on his face. Calvin was sleeping peacefully on Gavin's shoulder, the guards gave him some sedatives because he won't stop making a fuss as they were all getting transported. "I...I felt so guilty about what happened, what I put you through that night. So I planned to expose Stefano, his work in the mafia." Jacob broke the silence around them. Brendon looked up from his hands at the revelation, his brows furrowed. Tristan waited for Brendon to ask Jacob to explain, but he didn't say anything. Jacob continued, "But Stefano...he.. he found out and came to
Gianna, or Veronica, whatever her name was, had removed her hand from Francesca's throat, but Francesca still felt like choking. Her body was paralyzed but she could move her mouth, at least. She guessed Veronica wanted it exactly that way.Francesca was supposed to talk. So she did, "I don't understand. How did you become Stefano's wife?"Veronica grinned at her, pleased, "We knew Selene's host was going to be a werewolf so I did my search. When I found you in his pack, I immediately manipulated him to marry me. As you can see when you look at me, it wasn’t difficult at all.""Are you really his first wife?""No, he’s immortal and had so many women in his entire life. The ones that preceded me were dead shells before I kicked them out.""Those poor women." Francesca felt sick to her stomach. Veronica snorted, "Please, I did them a favor." A sense of dread washed through Francesca, "You didn't kill them, did you?" "Why don't you take a guess?" Veronica said, though she avoided Fran