OCTAVIUS POV  "If I asked you to do something...something difficult. Would you do it no questions asked," I ask Garrett as we shift through this week's complaints?  He looks up and shrugs before realizing I am serious. His eyes widen, and his eyebrows crease as he tries to figure out where I am heading with my bizarre question.  "Sure. Why? What's wrong," Garrett asks, and I stand up?   I haven't used the massage feature on my chair all day. I haven't answered a single request all week. I haven't been able to think past Sara or the fear I felt when she kissed me.   As I stare out the floor-to-ceiling window behind my desk, my heart and mind collide for the last time. For 72 hours, I have been battling within myself. But I think my head finally won. My heart is too bruised and too scared to stand up for love any

Sara POV   "Dead. He wanted me killed. Out of all the options in the world, he chose death for me," I think to myself as the massive bodies crammed in my apartment whisper to each other.  My fingers run through his blonde hair, and the pleasant tingles from our bond shoot up my arm. Even though he wanted me gone from this earth, I am still happy he is okay.  "You okay, Sara," Jannah asks as she sees me zoning out.  "Yeah, fine. When should he wake up," I ask as my fingers still, and Jannah shrugs before sitting down on the floor in front of my couch?  I nod before looking toward the three males that have fallen silent.  "The Goddess said it might take a little while for his organs to repair, but he will wake up soon," Garrett says after a moment, and again, I nod.&nbs

OCTAVIUS POV   "Mother! Let me in," I yell again as my fist slams against the invisible wall keeping me from entering my mother's domain.   I need to set some things right, but true to her word, I can't enter.Beerus- Maybe send her a prayer?  Something she can hear.Octavius- That seems weird.Beerus- It could work.  "Fine," I mumble out loud as I close my eyes.   I feel stupid doing this, but Beerus is right. I have no other way of contacting my parents. They are both dead. It isn't like they have a phone I can call.  "Goddess...it's me, Octavius. Your son. I need to talk to you about some things. I am here...can you please let me in? Amen," I mumble as my cheeks blaze.  Beerus- That was terrible. I don't think

OCTAVIUS POV  "I didn't figure you would be getting ready this early," Garrett says as I throw another tie to the floor.    I glance at him as he walks further into my bedroom, growling. He smirks in response, and the urge to tell him I know about his secret venison meal hits me. But I bite my tongue. Save it, Tav.  "I might be an old man, but this is still unfamiliar territory. I want to look nice," I mutter, and he chuckles before sitting down on the edge of my king-size bed.  "I get that. Mates have a way of making you feel young and giddy," Garrett says, and the sincerity in his voice makes me glance at him in the mirror.   He smiles, and my anxiety drops a little. This is my best friend. I can open up to him. I know everything about him. He has tried to get to know me over the years.&

OCTAVIUS POV "Jannah will have her sparkling by now," Garrett chirps as he pops an orange finger-shaped chip into his mouth. Kohn nods and smiles at the mention of his daughter, and I fold my arms across my chest as I watch my best friend stuff his face with junk food. "The food bill in the place is going to triple," I mumble, and everyone chuckles as Garrett glares at me. "Any place special you plan on going to? It's the first date and all," Lucifer asks as he sits down next to Kohn? He pats Garrett on the back and steals a chip as I grin. I can't believe I am taking out Sara for the first time. I thought this day would never come. I fought against it, in fact. "Yeah. I chose Povul. The Pence brothers work there as security. You two probably know their dad," I answer, and the older males nod as Garrett seems uninterested. "Good family," Kohn says, and my Uncle nods in agreement. "They put in to work outside of pack territory years back, didn't they," Lucifer asks,