Trinity POVWith my mind full of all the various pressing matters at hand, including the hunt and capture of Drake and his father, I step into the room beside Lance’s room in the bunker. Lance’s mother looks up at me from beside the bed. “Chad is doing a little better today. How is Lance? I feel bad I haven’t stopped in to see him much, but I know you are there.” A hint of regret is woven through her words and written across her face. I shrug my shoulders and give her a small grin. “He wants to get up and see his friend and the other injured people. I’m sure it won’t be long now before he sneaks over here. He doesn’t have far to go.”A faint spark shines in her gray hazel eyes, but it doesn’t overpower the tiredness and the dullness they have become. Her natural glow has faded almost immediately upon seeing Lance in such a battered state while not being able to get the King to respond to her constant attempts to reach him through their link. Her long strawberry blonde hair,

Drake POVI whip around and glare at my father as he leans up against the hide out’s dirty wall. “I can’t sit around waiting for things to clear up. We need to do something. They are weak right now, and we can easily take care of the rest, both Alpha Edward’s pack and the Lycans. We should seize the opportunity.” My frustrations boil over. My father takes a bite of a red apple and stares at me while he chews. His eyes are blank and hold no emotions, so I can’t tell what he is thinking. He swallows and waves his hand, holding the half eaten apple. “We can’t go too soon. It isn’t safe.”Safe. What is he thinking? We are sleeping in a dingy house. I don’t think the water is clean either. It has a foul smell, and I feel like I have a thin layer of something on me after taking a bath. Besides the stench, the water has a slight tan color. I know better than to drink it.The lumpy and dust filled beds aren’t much better either, which matches the nasty furniture. I’m sure if

Trinity POVI scan the stack of papers on the table before I glance over my shoulder at Lance. My nervousness with the formal side of Lycan royalty and the associated responsibilities is easing a bit, but I’ve only been handling it for a couple of weeks. Lance has a stack of papers and a tablet, toom working through his backlog. He has been getting restless and wanting to get out of bed, but the paperwork is keeping him still and in bed, much to the doctor’s delight. After a few minutes, he looks up and our eyes lock. The corner of his mouth slides up as he playfully asks, “Do you need something? Or maybe you are enjoying the view?”I shake my head. “No. I was looking to see if you are alright.”The gold flecks in his eyes glow as he slowly tilts his head. “Are you going to come take care of me if I’m not alright? I could use a good massage to ease the tension in my body.” His half smile morphs into a mischievous smirk. “I can tell you where to rub to make everything feel

Trinity POV With a slight frown on my face, I gently slide my hand under Bethany’s hand and caress the back of it. “The King and his guards have captured the idiot who did this to you. You don’t need to worry about him now. When you wake up, I’ll tell you all about it, and how I punched him a couple of times. I know he is your mate, but he doesn’t deserve you. If I could, I would ask the moon goddess to give you someone else. I can only imagine what he has done to you over the years for you to go along with his evil plan. I could have helped you if you had told me.” My heart aches as I fill up with regret and guilt. I should have recognized something was going on with her, but I didn’t. I was too focused on doing what my father was telling me and getting the alpha title that I didn’t realize my best friend was in pain and hurting. I slide my thumb along the back of her hand. “I will pay more attention. I promise. You need to fight as hard as you can and come back to me.

Trinity POVDropping my bags on my bed, I sigh and glance around my old bedroom. It doesn’t seem like only a short time ago this room was mine. So many secrets and plans have been spoken and revealed in these four walls. Most of the discussions involve Bethany. It feels like years ago instead of only months.Lance puts his bags on my bed. “What are you thinking about? You seem like you are lost in thought.”I shake my head. “Mostly about how things have changed so quickly. The nights I spent with Bethany in here talking about what we want for our future, including what we thought our mates would be like. She always had a good idea about what her mate would be like, even at a young age.”I take a deep breath and turn around, facing him in his wheelchair. A faint smile spreads across my face. “She had so many big plans. One thing she would always say is that we would always remain best friends, no matter who our mates are.” Memories of our conversations throughout the years