Zayan's Point of ViewThe first thing I thought of when I saw the lake house was Kamari. Her hair blew behind her through the bottom of the helmet. Her stunned face when I fell.Our conversation that followed.Back then, I thought we had made progress. Took a step deeper into our relationship. But she had chosen Nolan and I had chosen Eris and now she was just another memory to me.One that lingered a bit too close to home.Sometimes I wondered what it would be like if we didn't have to choose. We could have more than one person. More than one right fit for you. Then I snapped out of it and carried on.Eris was smiling at me as she walked to the house. This time around, we weren't going into the garage or even close to it. Some staff would drop by tomorrow and clean the place up a bit.For now, it had to do."This place is magnificent." Eris cooed as I trotted closer with most of my clothing bags. We had stopped by the shopping center in the human town to get her some clothes. Got he

Zayan's Point of View The call came in just after midnight. I was expecting it. Knew that she had found the box the moment she got home. But I also knew that she would be diligent in speaking to me. I answered on the second ring. Sat back in my mother's beautiful armchair. Watched the fire crackle in the fireplace. This high up in the mountains, people would think it was simply clouded. Never smoke. "You broke into my house." Her voice came out flat. Unhappy. As I thought she would sound. But I couldn't contain my happiness at hearing it. At speaking to her again. Fucking hell. "Hello to you too," I whispered back, amused already by her outburst. Or the Kamari version of an outburst. The girl always hid herself away so well under lock and key. "On what fucking planet do you think it is okay to break into someone's house?" She uttered again. I could hear the rustling of leaves through the phone. Her footsteps crunched on fallen branches. She was outside, walking alone. But I k

Kamari's Point of ViewMy dad was waiting on the couch for me when I returned home. His eyes never left the door, even as I closed it. Hung the car keys up. Waited for him to speak without approaching."At least this time I had the common sense not to call Arik when I didn't find you in your bed. I almost imeddiately knew who you had gone to see." He grumbled but not because he was angry with me. More he was tired and it was the early morning hours. "Thanks for not calling him. I had to go speak with him after the phone-"His eyes narrowed in on me immediately. Lips twitched at the corners. "You should have at least told me that you were going out, Kamari. We still aren't sure if those cunts will come after you. I need to keep an eye on you at all times." He ground out.This was a matter of my safety, not about the person I had gone to see. At least he would let that one slide. I scooted closer to him, dragging my feet the further I got. Fell into the couch in front of him with a hef

Malakai's Point of View He has been screaming for hours already. It echoed throughout the entire cellblock. Burnt itself into the back of my mind until all I could hear were his pleas. A never-ending cycle of questions and no answers until Rachel decided to waterboard him. That was even more unpleasant to listen to. The gargling. Choking. Cried in pain when the towel came off of his head. Yet the bastard refused to crack. To give away the smallest glimpse as to who orchestrated the attack. At some point, one of the guards threw up in the corner. I think it was when they started plucking out his nails. Or toenails. I couldn't fully recall. And I was fucking thankful for that part at least. Blood was never my forte. Nor was torture. But things like this had to get done when running a pack. When people tried to dismantle all you had built up. Rogues were often subject to this kind of behavior when they lingered too long and too close to the borders of packs. That was just the way of

Kamari's Point of View We woke up to the sound of Nolan's phone going off. It was a screeching tone that rocked the entire house. Even the owner himself fell from his seat. Jolted upright on the floor and grabbed aimlessly for the device on the table. It was some metal rendition of a song I had long since forgotten. But it was the worst thing to wake up to. Sitting upright, I rubbed my eyes as he still fumbled on the table for the thing. The entire living room was cast into an ominous shadow that crawled along the walls. "Put it off," I groaned, unaware of what time it might be. There was no light coming from outside. Not even a slight glow. Then it must be around two in the morning, or somewhere there, seeing as the streetlights were also off. Hunting time. "I can't find it," Nolan grumbled back at me, voice still heavy with sleep. The husky tone made my stomach tighten as if I hadn't heard it a million times before. As if only now it had a severe impact on my body. How stra