When he doesn’t continue his sentence, I look back at him and he is frozen in place staring at something. I look to where his eyes are pointing and see Alpha Jack walking toward us with Jennifer and a beautiful woman with jet black hair and green eyes. This must be Aria, I think to myself. “Mate.” I hear Greg whisper and I whip my head back to him. His eyes are on Aria and the joy I feel for him finding his mate makes me tear up. I can tell the moment Aria realizes her mate is standing in front of her because she freezes, and Alpha Jack looks back at her in confusion. I grab Greg’s hand and start to pull him towards her, but he stops me, mind linking me.   Greg: ‘Divina, I can’t. I can’t do this to you.’

I start to regain consciousness; the effects of the drug Aria gave me wearing off and I can hear her arguing with someone. “You promised to return my daughter if I brought you the angel. I want my daughter back now!” she yells, and I can hear the panic in her voice. “You will get your daughter back, IF the angel cooperates and IF you keep your mouth shut. You raise any alarms, and we’ll kill her without another thought.” The gravelly voice that answers her is menacing and I have no doubt he will make good on his threat. Aria sobs and screams out in frustration, and I imagine her pulling at her hair and gripping her stomach trying to hold herself together. My heart goes out to her despite the predicament she has put me in. After sifting through Jennifer’s horrific memories, I am certain that a mother would do anything to protect her child. I pretend to still be knocked out, making sure my body stays relaxed and my breathing even. The demon that is holding m

It’s been three weeks since I was brought here, and the beatings are getting worse. I’ve reached out to Warrick several more times. I sigh and look over at Milly. They barely feed us, and she is looking a little worse for wear. I’ve started giving her my rations and sustaining myself by pulling energy from the earth. Surprisingly, Mathias can block me from communicating with everyone else, but not the earth. I guess his barrier doesn’t go underground. I feel her watching me as if she is waiting for something. What that is, I don’t know. She willingly lets me pull from her energy and I almost feel as if she is disgruntled that I don’t ask for more. That makes me curious. Could I use her energy for more than just healing, like manipulating the elements? Would that make her angry? When I get out of here, I’m going to try to grow flowers straight from the ground like on FernGully. I sigh. I must be starting to go crazy.

---Mathias---  Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are rolled up clear to his elbows. He leans down and cups his hands in t

--Almost Four Weeks Ago---  Aria and I are sitting on the little bench by the koi pond. “I have something to tell you, Divina, but you have to promise to keep it between us,” she says, and I can see tears forming in her eyes, but they have yet to fall.  I nod my head and wait for her to continue. “I have a daughter. She’s four and no one here knows about her. She’s been taken and I am risking her life by telling you this, but I also think you may be the only one who can save her after talking with my brother,” she continues, twisting her hands in her la