Jack’s POV It has been hours since they took Sarah away. I felt our bond waiver a few times and at least I knew she was continuing to fight to live. Fight to survive. It was not right. Not right that she was in this situation after fighting and destroying the warlock. The waves of fear roll over me repeatedly as I continue to relive the moments watching her fight on her own. I did not know if I would ever forgive Miranda for what she did. My logical mind knew that only Sarah had the ability to fight the warlock. But my heart almost broke multiple times watching the scene unfold before my eyes. Knowing you were useless in helping your mate was a horrible feeling. And here I was once again feeling useless as I waited for the doctors to try and save Sarah. I heard the door open and before I could say anything Lucas spoke softly to me. “She is strong, she will get through this,” he says. If anyone understood the anger I felt, it was him. W

Daniel POV I could hear everyone around me. Most importantly I heard everything Lucas has said to me. I could not understand why I was not able to wake up and communicate with Lucas. I wanted to hold him and assure him I was not angry with him. None of this was his fault. This – whatever it was – was bigger than all of us. It was only this morning that I had become aware that I was being injected with something. Emma had spoken to me this morning while she injected me with a fast-acting drug that continued to keep me in limbo. The idea was to continue injecting me until it would seem like I was dead and then the Council could take my body and bring me back to life to continue serving the Council. I had felt such anger and despair as I realized I had no way to communicate what was happening to Lucas. We were so close to being together that I could not believe this was happening. I felt rage surround me, yet I could not express it. I had n

Lucas POV “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask Alpha Thomas. Alpha Thomas spares me a brief glance before walking toward Daniel. I step in front of him. “I will not hurt your mate, Lucas. Stand down,” Thomas says as he walks around me to stand by Daniel. I grab his arm pulling him away from my mate. “Anything you need to say can be said across the room. You will have to excuse me. One attempt on his life by the Wolf Council is all I am willing to tolerate,” I growl at him. He looks at me in surprise. “What are you talking about?” he snarls at me equally pissed off. I look to Daniel who nods. “One of your own tried to inject poison into Daniel. Her goal was to make us believe he was dead so she could take him back to the Council, was what she advised us before I killed her,” I reply darkly. “Who?” Thomas asks. “Emma,” Daniel forces out. “Emma? What the hell does she have to do with any of this?” Alpha Thomas says more to himself

Josie POV Jenna and I had been driving for about an hour when she indicated we were almost to her old Pack, the Black Crescent Pack. Throughout the entire situation, I had never forgotten that I was told about a letter my birth mother had left for me. Jenna and I shared a mother, so I approached the subject with Jenna. Once I reminded Jenna about the letter, she immediately wanted to go and retrieve it for me. I would not allow her to go alone, so we were on our way together. Of course, we had warriors with us. There was no way Adam, or Sam would permit us to go completely alone. And after everything that had happened, Sam, Jack and Adam needed time to catch up and get things back on track. Adam had managed on his own; however, having Sam and Jack back meant he could help Jenna prepare for the arrival of their pup in the coming weeks so he was bringing Sam and Jack up to speed on what they had missed. Jenna and Adam were still the keepers o

Josie POV That bitch! Who the hell does that to their own pup? Who puts themselves first above the well-being of their own flesh and blood? I do not believe she would have been any different if she had taken Eric and myself when she left. Frankly this letter was simply a way of easing her guilt. She had no intention of trying to find us. I sat there for a few moments letting myself feel the emotions I wanted to feel. Hurt, anger, loss … they were rolling inside of me making me bitter at the thoughts of what that woman had done to all of us. Was she really a victim in all of this? And the way I understood the story she left as soon as we were born. Clearly that was not the case. Even with wolf healing, there would be some time required to heal. Whatever. I could not afford to think about it any longer. I had a brother I had to think about. Calling to the warrior, he came around the corner clearly not far away from me. I quickly wiped