LIAM We thought we had a fucking lead, but the rain fucking washed it away. By the way the marks were left along the far side, it was clear a body had been dragged along the northern side of the forest. What fucking confused me was that it was almost as if the person knew exactly what angles the cameras were positioned at. Which made me even more pissed off. It meant there was a high chance that the killer was on the inside of the IT or surveillance department. I had told Zack and Damon that I wanted to question every fucking person again, but they had been against it. I was fucking tired of being told how to run my pack. Coming back to my room, seeing Raven sitting there in my bed telling me how I might not even live past the next fucking blood moon was the fucking icing on the damn cake. If that were the fucking case, then what was the point of all this? What was the point of hurting her by keeping her around me? What was the point of keeping a good

RAVEN "Well first of all, you all acted stupidly. I’ll start with that idiot of mine." She shook her head. "I get that he doesn’t want to share. Then, instead of running away, he should have stayed here and come up with a solution, but he’s always been the passive one… Even when they were younger and both he and Kiara wanted something, he’d let her have it. I guess in this situation, he couldn’t really just give you up but also didn’t want to cause damage, and so he left. I personally think seeing that you two didn’t even move on probably just confused him even more, and he now thinks Damon has lost his chance so has decided he will take what he wants. What irritates me is that you aren’t an item." I remember Liam saying; ‘you two can do whatever you want’. That’s a good point. He did give us a chance in a way… Even if it was in anger and bitterness. "Damon, his heart is in the right place, but by playing the lenient passive one he’s giving both you and Liam

RAVEN Damon and I quickly rushed downstairs, not wanting to disturb Aunty M with Dad’s shouting. I pulled open the front door to see Dad standing there, his eyes blazing as he glared at me with such hatred that my heart skipped a beat. "Who told you about him?" He hissed, advancing towards me. I stepped back, flinching, a vague memory of long ago flitting through my head. Dad had never hit me, had he? Subconsciously, something didn’t feel right. He stopped a few feet away, holding out Sparks. "I SAID WHO TOLD YOU!" He thundered. "What the… Calm down." Damon said warningly. Placing his hand on my back comfortingly. "I’m talking to her." Dad hissed back, shaking Sparks in front of me. My breath hitched, my chest aching as I stared at Sparks, a plushie that meant a lot to me. I had made him when I was a child, all by myself, with needle and thread. I had pricked myself a hundred times that day, but

LIAM My eyes blazed as those words left his fucking mouth. I grabbed his hair, slamming his head into the table. How could she not have mentioned it? Fuck, didn’t she even think to tell us? Clearly, we weren’t real friends. But I can’t go fucking blame her for shit when I should have picked up the damn signs. "Have you hurt her physically?" I asked dangerously. "ANSWER ME!" "And if I have?" He spat. The anger that was blazing through me suddenly snapped inside of me, ravelling out of my control. All I could see was the darkness closing around us and Haru’s face; it twisted in contempt for my mate, looming before me. "Liam… don’t!" Someone was shouting, but it didn’t matter, all I wanted was to kill the man before me. Was that the smell of blood? Who was screaming? I felt a jarring pain in my back and I was slammed to the ground. Someone was trying to pin me down. I glared up at the man who was on

DAMON I left the house, mind linking Robyn to ask where she was. ‘At the packhouse, is everything ok Damon?’ She sounded worried and I felt a little bad, I had totally shut her out since Raven got back and I ended things. Yeah, what I did wasn’t right, but Robyn was the one who got hurt in this equation, along with Raven. "Yeah, all’s good, I just need to ask you something." I asked, breaking into a run. She had a key to our house. Back when she used to house sit and watch Mom, I gave her both the front and back door. I just needed to make sure she still had them, or ask if she had come around today, although I doubted that… "Ok." She sounded hesitant. I entered the packhouse, going straight up to Robyn’s room. I knocked on it lightly and she opened it pretty quickly. I guess she was watching out the window. "What is it?" She asked, crossing her arms. I didn’t miss the fact that she was wearing a fluffy gown ove