Third Person POV Tyler sat on an old rugged chair. His head hung low, and hands tied to the back of the chair with silver shackles that weakened him a bit.Though the room was fairly lit with the moon light, he was unable to see a thing from the blind fold. His body full of all the lingering sweat and blood his body was covered in, making him rather uncomfortable. This was evidence his body had been harshly beaten countless times and was making him angry just to think of it. Acting vulnerable was never his thing. But if he had to trick them into taking them down, he had to play his part. He just hoped help came soon.  Silence lingered in the air. He had excellent hearing, due to the numerous hours Blake obliged him to practice with a blindfold. He c

Third Person POVSelene had fallen asleep after countless times trying to bust the window bars open. After a few hours, she had no longer cared the silver bars were burning her skin. All she wanted was to run to his side. She tried hitting it with her feet, pushing the damn bars with her bare hands. Pinning her entire body against the bars....nothing worked!Eight long and excruciating hours had gone by. Her mind was a complete whirl of torment. She was determined, and she was far from giving up. But all her efforts and frustration were beginning to wear her out. The tears in her eyes kept pouring out, relentlessly staining her cheeks, all the way to her shirt. Her hair sticking to her face, moistened by her tears."Fuck!!! Come on!!! Blake, please? You can't do this to me." She let her body fall on her knees, covering her face with the sides of her hands to muffle her cries.****

Third Person POV Damian sits at his chair. He grips the arm rests tight, clenching his jaw. Before him stands Tasha, her hands tied in front, and blood running down her mouth. His eyes are blood red, anger is more then evident in his perplection. He fuses and clenches his jaw as he slowly stands; slowly making his way towards her. "Remind me again my dear, why I allowed you to talk me in to letting you be a part of this mission? Did you not say you would make sure that I'd have Selene in my presence by the time I saw you?" He lifts her chin up softly before him. Tasha's jaw trembles and maintains her eyes low, unwilling to look at him in his eyes. Her whole body shaking in fear of what he may do to her. Tears roll

Selene’s POV   It's been three days since we embarked in this mission tofind Damian and kill him before he gets to Blake. My mind is going crazy! Eagerand frustrated. I don't know what to do!  I had to do something a bit dangerous. I was tired of goingaround in circles, and so I convinced one of the guards that was at my door tocall Liam. To distract him and ask him random questions until my mom could workher magic. One thing Blake doesn't know, because my mom had to keep hertrue identity hidden, is that she can practice magic. It will be more thenhandy at this point, so that she can do a location spell. The longer we keepLiam in the line, the better c

Third Person POV  Blake walks slowly and cautiously behind the white wolf.Though he senses the calm white aura of this being, something keeps him a footand guarded. A feeling in this place that's new, and incomprehensive.  The wolf turns as they slowly walk through the trail. Hiseyes widen and mouth gawks open as he sees the beauty of the enchantment aroundthem.  Many walk about in diverse attire, and he can't help thefeel of stepping in to a different place, almost as if time has stood stillhere; a feel of being caught inside a time portal. It feels as though he hastraveled many decades back in time. The peace and conformity can be felt a mileaway, something he had felt each time he'd walked c