With my mother free, and Wippet and Lucien as prisoners, Thomas has been able to seize control of the pack. I'm not sure what my next move should be. There's no way I can go back to the mansion where my father lived, not after what Lucien did. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd want to. That place is filled with too many bad memories. So I decide to stay with my mother at the mansion where we've been staying. Even though we don't have any real jobs, Lucien's wealth is enough to last us for years to come. But I know I can't just sit around and do nothing.I realize that the child growing inside me, Lucien's child might be here sooner, it’s already been 6 months although my tummy isn’t protruding so obviously. And while I'm still filled with anger and hurt, I also know that I can't deny my child his or her own father. So, I go to Lucien to ask him one more time: Why did he do all of this? What was his reasoning? I need to understand, for my own sake and for my child's.I approach t
Later, I'm in my room with my mother, and I decide to tell her about what I saw Thomas doing - holding meetings with the other wolves. "I think they're up to something," I say. My mother looks at me, worry etched on her face. "What do you mean?" she asks. I can tell she's just as concerned as I am. "I don't know," I say. "But I have a bad feeling about this." My mother nods, her brow furrowed. "We need to be careful," she says. "These are dangerous people.""Do you know where the bloodmoon stone is?" my mother asks. I shake my head. "Thomas has already activated its powers," I say. "It's no longer usable." My mother raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" she asks. "I can feel its presence - it's still here, in its raw form." I feel a shiver run down my spine. Could she be right? Is the bloodmoon stone still here, somewhere?"Who might know where it is?" my mother asks. "Lucien," I say, my voice bitter. But as soon as I say it, I hear the door open, and Jacob walks in. "Lucien knows," he s
“Where are the daggers?” He asks and I tell him it’s hidden under my bed. As I watch Jacob, I see him reach for the daggers I keep hidden under my bed. He holds them tightly in his hands, his fingers wrapped around the hilts. I can see the tension in his body, the determination on his face. I can tell he's preparing to battle those men outside as hard as possible, and I feel a mixture of fear and anticipation. "Jacob, be careful," I say, my voice shaky. He smiles at me, trying to be reassuring. "Don't worry, I've got this," he says. But I can't shake the feeling that something terrible might just happen.Just as Jacob is about to make a move, my mother stops him. She looks at him with a strange glint in her eyes, and then she speaks. "I have a plan," she says, her voice steady. "We're not going to do anything rash." Jacob seems relieved, his shoulders relaxing. "I'm glad you're here, your majesty," he says, bowing to her. I'm curious about her plan, but I trust her completely. If anyo
Jacob inserts the key into the lock, and the door swings open with a creak. He steps into the cell, calling out Lucien's name. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, slowly, Lucien's eyes flutter open. He glares at Jacob, his expression full of hatred. And then, he grabs Jacob by the neck, his chained hands still strong enough to cause damage. I gasp, my heart racing. Lucien turns to me and my mother, his eyes full of rage. "What do you want from me?" he snarls, his voice full of venom.“Let Jacob go, we’re here to rescue you and you have no right judging my actions because if it’s my way you wouldn’t be living right now”, I say. My words seem to enrage Lucien even more. He laughs, a maniacal sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "You think you can lecture me?" he growls. "You're the reason I'm in this mess. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be the alpha in charge." His grip on Jacob's neck is now so tight, I can hear him gasping for air. Lucien uses his free hand to take the keys fro
I drive the van down the long, winding road, the engine humming softly. The silence is almost deafening, the only sound the occasional swish of the wheels on the pavement. Natasha, Alphana, and Jacob sit stiffly in the back seat, their faces grim. I can't blame them for not trusting me, after all I've done. But it's too late for them to turn back now. I glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror, a cold smile playing on my lips.Natasha speaks up, her voice trembling with emotion. "Where are you taking us?" she asks, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. I glance at her in the mirror, the corners of my lips turning up in a cruel smirk. "There's a safe house on the outskirts of town," I reply, my tone deliberately cold. "My sister and I used to go there to train our werewolf abilities." The mention of my sister brings a wave of sorrow to Natasha's face. She lowers her head, her eyes filled with regret."I'm so sorry about what happened to your sister," Natasha says, her voice hoarse
I stare at Lucien, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe he's blaming me for what happened. He's right, of course - if I hadn't betrayed them, he wouldn't have been in danger. But I did it to save my mother, to keep her from being hurt. I didn't think about the consequences, and now I'm paying the price. Lucien's words sting, and I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. The anger inside me is still burning, but it's quickly eclipsed by a sharp pain in my stomach. I let out a small cry, putting a hand on my belly. Everyone rushes to my side, asking what's wrong. I try to reassure them, but the pain is getting worse. "It's the baby," I gasp, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "I think it's coming." I can see the fear on their faces, and I try to calm them down. "Don't worry," I say, taking deep breaths. "Everything's going to be okay."“How many months has it been?” My mother asks. “It’s not more than 6 or 7 months now “ I respond honestly. My mother's eyes widen, and she as
I stand on the top of a tree outside my mansion in the woods, peering through my stethoscope. I see Thomas and his men moving around inside my house, which looks like it's been transformed into some sort of base. Jacob, looks terrified. I find myself grinning, my dark sense of humor taking over."Go home if you're too chicken to spy," I say to Jacob, unable to hide my amusement. He shivers, looking at me with wide eyes. "I'm scared of what Thomas will do to us if we're spotted," he stammers. I look down at the mansion, considering our options. "We can't just do nothing," I say, my mind racing. "We need to stop Thomas before he does something terrible." Jacob nods, but he still looks scared. "What can we do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.Suddenly, I spot Aurora walking around the compound, her power radiating from her like a force field. She's beautiful, but she's also dangerous, and I growl silently knowing she's the one who weakened me and left me vulnerable to be atta
As we walk, Jacob turns to me, a worried look on his face. "What if Aurora recognizes us?" he asks, his voice low and afraid. I can't help but grin. "Then we'll fight," I say, my voice calm and matter-of-fact. He looks at me like I'm crazy, but I just shrug. We round a corner and run into a group of guards, their eyes suspicious. Jacob stiffens, but I meet their gaze head-on, my face impassive.As we walk, I can't help but notice the number of people in the building. There are far more people here than I expected, and they all seem to be up to something. My attention is caught by a glint of silver, and I see a group of men mocking and abusing my maids, Silver being mocked for her age and how slow she is. I'm furious, but I know I can't do anything right now. I can feel my hands balling into fists, and Jacob notices. He whispers to me, "Please don't interfere," his voice urgent and pleading. He's right, of course.We continue on, and we finally reach the door to Aurora's room. I can't