LeviI know that it was probably a bad choice to open up like that and tell Arya everything that I’m feeling, but I just had to let it out.When I came to find out what happened and what really is happening, I just know that things will not remain like this, and that it could change before I know it. I know it’s sentimental and most likely a bad choice, but I don’t want to go on with this mission without telling Arya how much I really care about her, and how much I regret everything.Maybe I’m just emotional. Maybe the kidnapping of my parents and the possibility that they have been harmed is making me uneasy and unstable. Either way, the regret and guilt are eating at me, and I just wanted to have something I could say I did right.And as Arya encloses me in her arms, I can’t help but feel even more of that regret and guilt. I feel like it’s all my fault, like if I didn’t reject her, she would be safe in my pack forever, protected by me and her family there. I feel like my rejection

LeviI look at the Rogue and see nothing but earnestness in his eyes. He keeps his head low as though he’s repenting his sins by my feet, but I can’t bring myself to tell him to get up. I can only look at Arthur, who stares back at me.To my surprise, I suddenly hear his voice in my head through a mind-link. “I don’t think he is to be trusted completely. This could be a trap.”He’s right. This could very well be a trap, but it could also be a way for me to get to my parents and bring them home safely. It’s a big conflict to think about, but the love and worry I feel for my parents are speaking louder than ever now, especially since I’ve been fed some hope by this situation. The only thing I can think of right now is having them back, because this is all my fault and I don’t want anyone else involved in it.I take a deep breath, feeling like I’ve been caught in a dead end. What do I do now? What do I choose?Should I take this one call and try to save my parents? Should I hold back and

AryaMy body is on fire now, and I remember just how much desire I have been holding back since all the bad things went down. I feel like I was in a desert all those times, needing Arthur but not having the time or the opportunity to have him.But I have him now, and I would be damned not to go all the way. I would go crazy if he stops me right now.I kiss Arthur more aggressively, matching the hot flashes of desire in his kiss with my own. I slide my tongue inside his mouth when he gasps, and I take the liberty of sliding my hand under his shirt to get a feel of his warm skin and his firm muscles.My senses are singing now, needing more and more and getting greedier and greedier by the moment. I sit up and get on his lap, and that’s when I feel the hard tent of his erection pressing against my core.I inhale, blessed with another wave of pleasure. I slowly move on top of him, my folds getting wet, reveling in the soft groan that he lets out, shooting straight into my lips.However, t

LeviArthur and I both look around, our eyes searching around the clearing for any sign of Owen.He was there just moments ago, and even if he did run, I don't think he could have made it that far. I run back to the place where we last saw him and I see that his cuffs and the other stuff he was carrying was right there.Did he shift? Because the cuffs were silver, and they would have prevented him from shifting or doing anything. And looking at them now, I can see that they're intact, which means he didn't break through them.Which also means that he didn't get out of here alone. He had some help.I turn back around to face Arthur again, but then my heart drops.Standing right behind him, holding a sharp silver knife against his throat, is Owen.This time, he's sneering at me, his red eyes dark with an expression that I can't really place. He looks unhinged, smiling and pressing his cheek against Arthur, who's standing stiffly, his eyes flicking around the place like he's trying to fin

LeviI stay frozen in place, looking at Lauren who’s staring at me with a strange expression. For some reason, there is a hint of something warm in her gaze, like she’s seeing something in me that she finds welcoming.This is confusing enough to pin me down in my place, but she keeps the spell on me anyway. I have nowhere else to look at but her. She stares into my eyes for an uncomfortable stretch of time, not saying anything at all. Soon enough, a couple of Rogues appear from behind her, these ones bigger and more muscular perhaps than Owen and the scarred Rogue combined.These new Rogues get behind me and Arthur, plastering strange metal shackles around our wrists. As soon as the lock is in place, I feel my energy getting sapped out. I sink into my knees, free from the spell.The immediate reaction from my head even though I feel weak is shifting back to my wolf form to deal with Lauren and the Rogues, but I feel a zap of electricity going up my arm the moment I even think about sh