**RUBY'S LAIR*  The presence of Atlene's late sister who had died in his arms when he was ten years old, deeply troubled and rattled Atlene. For his was a deep family secret wrapped up in lies and buried in deceit. Atlene wished he was older back then, so he could protect Saphir over something that had never even been her fault. A situation that had been swept under the carpet by Atlene's parents, because they would have been excommunicated from the pack if anyone had found out that Saphir had been raped, impregnated, and had died giving birth to the bastard pup inside her.  But he had not known about any of that in the moment – it had all been a secret kept even from his ten year old self. It made him feel terrible for how little he understood of the situation, but at the time, being ten years old was not anything more than a vague memory from another time and place, one that only reminded him of why he still l

**SCARLETT'S POV**The man raises a shaky hand to touch his face after there is no sound at all. The man falls silent, and the candles flicker out with an echoing ‘pop'. Only the duct tape on my lips, hands and feet shine shockingly brightly. Nothing provides any light through the large glass windows behind the man, but my duct tape illuminates the bloodstains on the stone floor as well as the brand new diamond encrusted dagger still lying beside me, untouched. I reach out tentatively with both taped hands, moving on the floor on my butts, and aiming towards the dagger. A dry cackle from the bleeding man shocks and stops me midway into trying to navigate cutting through the duct tape with the dagger. I look in his direction in the dark room, feeling a little more scared and a little more nervous. He stays silent again, so I keep struggling with the dagger until I get it in a hold that starts cutting into the duct tape. It takes three attempts before I finally manage to cut through.

  As a trained slowly approaches the little girl start jumping around frantically, making sign language is with her and her feet and her whole body. You don't know cause the ugly in that the girl cannot speak and the human him would care but adaline in his wolf form has never been one to be messed around with so even though she's jumping around helplessly with bruises all over her face her hands and her little feet at least wolf is out to get revenge and draw blood it must before it is calm.  When I clean Finally Rich is where the girl is without a waste of time his wolf reaches out and scratches the girls left arm. He watches her yell and scream as she holds on to the deep scratches caused by his claws. Watching her in pain gives his wolves so much perverse pleasure that he reaches out and scratches the side of her face to leaving marks that look fashionable but are still painful as hell. Noticing that lean is not about to stop th

  **HUMAN WORLD**  After having been awoken to Noelle's disappearance by an excessively bright light, the Prince and the raggedy man have been worried out of their senses. So worried and confused have they been, that they have even walked all around in the woods, searching for Noelle all to no avail, because they still have been unable to find her. And as the sun sets, they both set back to the Castle to report to everybody what has happened to Noelle - especially Noelle's mother, who could possibly be going out of her mind. On their arrival at the Evergreen Castle, the raggedy man is greatly shocked to find out that he had hosted the Prince of Evergreen all along. He prostrates and apologises profusely to the Prince, who waves his apologies off good-naturedly. Instead thanking him for having sheltered him in the snow storm.  On his return, the Prince becomes too occupied by all the pr

  **SCARLETT'S POV** I woke up a child today. Of all the people that I have been and all the places that I have gone, this takes the cake. I do not understand why for the life of me, I need to become a child of all things. And not just a child, but a bloody rogue. I have never known as much hunger as I have since my becoming this child. Having grown up sheltered and loved immensely by my parents, the Alpha and Luna of our pack, I have never been quite able to relate with penury and as such, the newness of this whole experience really impacts me deeply.  I sleep with other rogues under bridges; on roadsides without proper shelter. I have to beg for food beside the road and offer to do menial jobs for a stipend. The world is also excessively unfair to child rogues because people have taken advantage of me so many times. They refuse to pay me after work. I have narrowly escaped accidents. I have heard stories from