Cirilla's Point Of ViewI released a loud growl, my inner vision blood red, and a deep thirst for their blood overpowered me. My eyes narrowed on the witch closest to me, and two witches rushed closer, eager for their deaths.I felt their fears. It was delightful. And I knew I would enjoy ripping their hearts out and drinking them dry.Then I felt Asher's presence as it came with a thundering growl that shook the walls of the room and the smell of blood soon filled the air.But I didn't dare look away from my soon-to-be victims. They lifted their fingers and an invisible shield was created imprisoning us.My smile only deepened at their obvious stupidity. Nothing could stop me. I knew that, even as they began whispering foreign words, and channeling their energies to attack me, my smile only ran deeper.They lifted their fingers collectively, and I felt magic that charged my way to harm me, but nothing happened.The horror on their faces was priceless, as my smile vanished and my eye

Cirilla's Point Of View"One shot! One shot! One shot!"I didn't stop. I kept gulping down the liquid content in my glass, ignoring the burning trail that began from the back of my tongue, through the throat, past my chest, and settled in the core of my stomach.I groaned, successfully chugging down the drink. Only the heavens knew what exactly Dorian had mixed in there for me.I flipped the glass upside down on the table, smirking with pride."Happy birthday!" They all chorused, chugging down their drinks.We were at Lakita bar with just a small crowd. Miles had closed the bar earlier tonight and had given me a day off."One more round moonpie!" Dorian shouted over the music playing, and I groaned, shaking my head."I'm not gulping down any of those again or I might just throw up," I yelled back, grabbing my phone and walking to the counter.I checked my call log and there haven't been any calls from Asher. To say I was getting mad was an understatement. He promised he'd be here.I w

Cirilla's Point Of ViewI felt it all.I sensed it all.And heard it all.Even the tiniest sounds of owls hooting, the night animals' movements in the dark, the sounds of the trees shrieking under the little force of the windy, cold midnight air. The sounds of the twigs crying under my footfalls, dried-up leaves shattering against the dust. I heard it all and they made the ache in my bones, against my joints, the pain that coursed through my veins, and the throbbing in my head worse.I could feel the nerve-wracking energy within me, and the dark whispers in my head, reached the gates of my soul, wanting blood.I had no idea what state I was in, but my only thought was on finding Jasmine. I needed to see her. I had to.My inner vision was bloodshot red, and even so, in the darkness, it was clearer than in the day. I was in the woods in Greengrove and was moving with great speed, tracking the cabin Jasmine had mentioned in her text.Before I saw it, I heard the deafening growls of beas

Asher's Point Of ViewIt was almost dusk. My warriors and I had just returned from scouring through every nook and cranny in Beaverton trying to find Cirilla. But we had no luck, I just hope Theo and the others were having better luck than us. At midnight, we moved into other towns in Oregon, just in case she was still in the city, but I highly doubted it. I sauntered into the small living room of Jasmine's apartment, watching the warriors from the Council ransack the entire place, trying to find even the slightest clue where Cirilla could be, or where the witch, Emily, could be hiding or anything that could give us a lead to where Mason took her. I shut my eyes, taking in deep breaths, but unfortunately, I can't seem to get enough air into my lungs. The image of Cirilla filled up my entire thoughts, and I couldn't stop the anger, guilt, and pain that killed me for losing her, and for not recognizing who she was.Everyone kept saying that wasn't on me and I couldn't have possibly kn

Cirilla's Point Of ViewMason's words were ringing in my ears, and then bouncing up and down the corner walls of my mind as I kept struggling hard to understand what he was saying.He created this darkness?Thousand years ago?What the fuck did I awaken?My traitorous legs were trembling. I had no idea why, but even as Mason insisted I sat on the bed, somehow, I preferred the spot I was against the wall. It kept me in pain, but it made me alert.Oh fuck, of all fucking times, Nina chose to be MIA now. I couldn't feel her, I couldn't connect with her. Oh, I needed her. This pain was killing me."Ci," At his call I jerked my eyes to him. He was studying me, and I was doing the same. Eager to know what he meant by everything he had said, but still, scared to find out what it might mean because that would mean everything he said earlier was true.But my curiosity won like it did every fucking time. "Tell me," Thankfully, it sounded calmer than my raking, unstable emotions. "What did you m