Violet’s P.O.V.With a click that sounded a lot like a bone breaking, the last piece of the puzzle fell into place.One month in hiding and Alice began to change. We were never close to begin with, but with nothing better to do she had started interacting with me. Pinches and practical jokes weren’t exactly what I anticipated when I told mom I wanted a sister, but it was better than the cold shoulder she often gave me.Those little, innocuous actions began to happen more and more, slowly growing in intensity. I’d been blind to the seeds of fear she sowed deep within me, only noticing them when they began to sprout.Six months in, and those practical jokes had taken a dark turn. One afternoon, she tripped on her way to the kitchen table and spilled her bowl of scalding soup down my back. Another time I’d woken up to my hair five inches shorter than what it had been when I went to sleep. Next to my pillow was the scissors she used.Mom didn’t believe me when I told her Alice was purpose
Hael’s P.O.V.Cole took one look at Violet, covered head-to-toe in blood, and whistled under his breath. I shook my head, warning him away.She was still on edge. Still whispering about fragments of her past. Some I understood, while others seemed like the confused ramblings of a child. My presence was the only thing that seemed to pull her out of her mind. She didn’t even seem to notice her professor following just a few feet behind, Macon’s head dangling from his hand, keeping an eye out in case anyone had survived.Before we left, I searched what was left of Lorenzo’s pants for Violet’s old cellphone. I found what I’d been looking for, ignoring the fact that half of his left leg remained in the pants.After helping her into Marcel’s suit jacket, which I planned on burning the second we were home, I wrapped her in my arms and made a silent promise never to let go. I would’ve given her my own if it hadn’t been soaked through with blood.On the walk back to the car, I thought only abo
Hael’s P.O.V.We had just pulled into the paved driveway of the cabin when Violet’s head snapped up. She scanned our surroundings twice, lingering on the dense forest with trees so tightly packed together that it was near impossible to see through. Their canopies hung low, only adding to the feeling of absolute privacy.I steered her down the driveway, and onto the porch. Cole and Marcel followed close behind. The newly reinforced front door unlocked with a loud click and opened to reveal the living room with its rustic brick fireplace and plaid sofa.The scent of charred wood hung in the air, and I uttered a silent thank you to Cole for cleaning the place after torturing the fucker who poisoned Olive’s brother.Just as I began to think Violet might never notice Marcel, she stopped her search of the place and frowned.With her head slightly tilted, she asked, “Why is Professor Langford here?”I looked at the man in question, his dress shirt so caked with blood it looked more crimson t
Violet’s P.O.V.As worried as I was for Hael, I wasn’t at all ready to jump back into things. I had enough blood on my hands, and not a single clue on how to deal with it all.Seeing Marcel validated every one of my memories, cementing them so that they no longer felt like the daydreams of another little girl.Marcel leaned back in the armchair, crossing his feet at the ankles. “Tell me about this man that found you.”“His name is Elijah. He was the doctor at our old pack. While the Alpha and Luna debated on shoving me in some foster home, he took care of me. He wasn’t exactly looking to have a child, but he’d spent some time in the system himself. He didn’t want me to go through that too, especially with my trauma.”I rarely asked Elijah about his past out of respect. He’d given me enough details for me to piece things together. The only child of a middle-class couple, in a pack where feral attacks happened every other month. One attack in particular claimed the lives of his parents,
Violet’s P.O.V.I went to follow after Hael when Carmen spoke.“Don’t you want to know who’s after you, Violet? What I have to say might just surprise you.”There was a decision to make, and it was time I stepped up to the plate. The power and authority of a Luna ran in my blood. I was no longer the forgotten bookworm forever perched in her gilded cage, waiting for the moment when someone came and set her free.I understood now that only I could free myself.And so I did. “Cole, go after Hael. See if you can keep him from murdering his father.” The command I issued to my mate’s Beta was sharp and powerful.Cole sensed it as well and paused. He dipped his head in a respectful nod, mistrust in his eyes as they danced over to Marcel.“Yes, Luna.”As he passed by Marcel, he paused. There was nothing left of the easy-going, slightly psychotic man I was beginning to like. Only the manic, torturer with a hint of the rogue gene remained.“Hurt her and I will personally hunt you down.”Marcel
Hael’s P.O.V. This was it. This was what finally severed the last tie I held to my father. They fluttered in the chilly breeze. Floating in the wind that raced through the trees. It howled a slow, foreboding tune, as though the trees themselves knew what I was about to do. It was always going to come to this. “Fuck, Hael. Hold up a damn second!” Cole bellowed, bolting out the front door. It slapped against the house before the wind slammed it shut. I paused, the chill now deep within my bones. His hand came down on my shoulder. The urge to tear it off his body had me spinning around with bared teeth. A warning snarl worked its way up my throat, one my Beta was smart enough to listen to. He removed his hand but didn’t back down. “I wasn’t there for you when we were kids—” Was this what he wanted to talk about? Was this him trying to deny me what I’d earned through blood, sweat, and the innocence of my youth? Frustration sent my teeth on edge, constricting the skin over my muscl
Violet’s P.O.V.If it weren’t for Marcel, I would’ve shed my human flesh and ran the entire way to Xavier’s house.Neither Hael nor Cole was answering their phones. After a quick look outside, I realized why. They had clearly shifted; the sea of shredded clothes was proof of that.With a dead body in the basement and blood caking my hands, I had no choice but to wait.Two hours later and I’d baked every conceivable desert possible with the limited ingredients Hael kept stocked in the cabin. On the counter sat one batch of chocolate chip cookies, two loaves of pound cake, and a dozen blueberry muffins. There was also a fruit tart setting in the fridge.“Your mother would bake when she was stressed too.” Marcel sounded wistful, and I knew I would too if I bothered to reply.I pounced from the couch when the front door opened, and my mate walked inside. His bare chest and blood-stained sweatpants had my stomach in knots. He’d been wounded.He was followed by a stone-faced Cole, which was
Hael’s P.O.V.I’d never deserve her; I realized back at the river.No matter what I did, no matter how I atoned for all of the death and destruction, I’d never earn the love of the angel who cried out my name with the reverence and passion of a person calling out for their God.Tonight was both a thank you, and a punishment for my stubborn little mate.She’d been too willing to strip bare in front of two other men and hadn’t even hesitated to use it against me to get what she wanted. For that, I had to punish her. I wasn’t blind to why she did it though.It was to calm me down, to pull me out of the dark clutches of the monster in my head. To pry its claws from my flesh and set me free.It worked, and for that I had to thank her.I didn’t stop until her legs had turned to mush and her cries bordered on the slick sweetness between pleasure and pain. Tears tracked her eyes, as they always did when orgasm after orgasm wracked her curvy body, and I kissed each one from her cheeks until th