NORA POVFourteen suns have come and gone, and along with it, my birthday. Only a small cupcake to celebrate the occasion. Cain’s actions becoming more confusing by the day. If he really wanted me as his Luna, wouldn’t he have tried to mark me by now?The longer he waits, the less I trust him, but I still haven’t taken the injections in my shoe. Following through with Theo’s strict instructions. No need to provoke him sooner than necessary. The shoes stay on my feet, always. Viola has been taciturn lately, pacing and constantly sleeping. Barely mumbling a word, but always aware.I still haven’t been able to leave this room. Books, movies, food, and anything else I request are brought to me, but asking to leave the room results in the guards shutting the door immediately. With the lock sliding firmly in place with an angry glare.The days becoming so similar they’re blurring together in a monotonous daze. My morning begins at 6am am when an Omega brings in my breakfast, her eyes always

KAILAH POVBlinking rapidly, my chest and stomach clench in terrible discomfort. Whimpers filling my ears and head. “Marcus,” I call out into the fuzzy room.Foot steps heard racing towards the room, as two blurry figures step into view. “Ma’am,” a rich female voice says aloud. Her figure and the room, focusing until I can make out the features of his face.A middle-aged woman, in her mid forties, with salt and pepper hair and warm brown eyes. “Marcus. I want Marcus!” I wail as more searing pain rips through my abdomen. The muscles tightening, the pressure unbearable, as my back arches off the bed.“Haley,” Another female voice says from the bottom of the bed. The concern in her aura, washing over me. “Her water broke.”“Shit,” Haley replies, “before bending down in front of me. “Can you tell me your name, ma’am?”“Serenity,” I mumble, using the fake name Marcus made me say aloud until I was blue in the face. “Serenity Turner.”“Serenity, my name is Haley,” she attempts to rub my back,

THEO POVThe days have ticked by in agonizingly slow minuscules. Food and water only when further starvation would cause death. Fucking Zachary…why the hell is the fucker is alive is beyond me…The Beta heir from Tiberius’ reign of Silver Run.Eli should have killed him weeks ago and been done with it. Instead, he kept him around like a rat in a cage, able to escape with the help of unknown allies. What was Alpha Eli thinking? He wasn’t. That's the fucking problem.Ironic that I am the one now trapped in the cage like a rat…but I am the one who usurped the bastard’s position…in my defense, it is my birthright. My DNA contains the genes from decades’ worth of Silver Run Beta’s.The rattle of a baton being dragged against the bars makes me involuntarily flinch. Coming to associate the sound with pain. Damn bastards. The only thing I can rely on is my hearing. My eyes are so swollen, and my sense of smell completely dashed.Cerberus staying at the back of my mind, trying to protect himsel

NORA POVMy stomach is sitting in my throat, the pressure from the anxiety making it harder to inhale. To find breath, to find calm. For the first time in the weeks I feel the fear bearing down on me, like a gunman does on its victim.Viola sleeping, resting, and reserving the strength in case we need it for the pup. Neither of us trusting Cain’s reaction when he finds out, and he will figure it out. There is no way to hide a pup, maybe for a few more weeks, but with the way I am vomiting, it’s not likely.Not to mention the way my body is already changing. I caught myself in the mirror after my shower this morning and lord have mercy. My boobs already filling out. Werewolf pregnancies move along faster than humans. In about six months, we will have a little Alpha running around.Instinctively, my hand rubs along my skin, a heartwarming feeling knowing I have Xander’s pup in my stomach. ‘Don’t worry, baby.’ I say silently, not risking the warriors outside my door hearing the comments.

XANDER POVWith each passing day without Nora by my side, I become unhinged. I know the others can see it, in the dark spots under my eyes, the unruliness of my beard, and my short temper. Everything our side has tried to break through the stalemate is futile. I swear to the Goddess the US had better luck in Normandy.Everything we try, it’s like Cain has already prepared for the outcome….Of course he has…”Well, we can try…” Andrew says, dripping with unhinged anger. He looks as bad as I do.“Cain’s trail, remember?” Charity reminds the sleep deprived Beta. The sadistic little fucker has pressure bombs littered throughout the entire forest. A step in the wrong direction sets off a chain reaction.“Fuck!” Andrew screams, his frustration only growing with each night we are forced to stay in this forest.“Not to mention the drones,” Elle adds, typing away on the laptop in front of her. Four monitors spaced out on the desk. She has been on a constant consumption of coffee, her fingers blis