The triplets and Armand continued with frequent secret meetings for the next few weeks. There was a considerable bit more guards stationed around the mansion and grounds as well. They were taking the attack seriously and seemed to be trying to prevent another one.  Even through the traumatic experience, and my continued anxiety over the kidnapping, I could feel the shift in the triplets feelings towards me.  In the hallways, instead of ignoring me, Cheney and Nicholas would smile and nod, even stopping to ask how I was a few times. Brian and I spent more and more time in the gardens just outside of the mansion, deciding the forest was a bit too far away for now.  As much as I enjoyed the shift in their attitudes towards me, the interactions always seemed a bit awkward. I thought maybe it had to do with the dream I’d had about them but didn’t want to bring it up with any of them.  One afternoon, after o

 Lightheartedness turned into lightheadedness as Armand had a guard escort to my room. He was obviously in a hurry to leave and didn’t have time to deal with my near hysteria. The guard that walked me to my room, Devin, was patient with me though, seeing my panic and assuring me that I would be safe. “The boss is leaving some of his personal guard here at the house to watch over you. You’ll be fine. We are more than prepared for anything they throw at us now.” He talked quietly, but moved me quickly through the house, the sense of urgency obvious. “Where are the triplets?” I asked him, wondering if they would be staying with me or going with their father.  “They’re on location.” The reply was short, clipped, and confused me. I didn’t know what that meant, but when I turned to ask, Devin pushed me towards my bedroom door, and cut me off.  “Stay here, rest. It’s going to be a long night, so you should just try to g

Nicholas:The day of the party arrived. We’d planned it down to the toothpicks on the table, and I was pleased with how well it had turned out. Trying to decorate and plan in the same house Beryl was living in was a pain, but I hoped it would be worth it.Tiny lights twinkled in every corner of the room. There was a long table against one wall loaded with all of Beryl’s favorite foods and drinks. Another table nearby held gifts from all the werewolf families and her friends. I stood in the dimly lit room, nervously adjusting my masquerade mask. Tonight, was special and needed to go perfectly. We’d decided on a masquerade party, hoping it would bring joy to the birthday girl. We agreed no full masks though since our issues with the vampires were still unresolved.As guests began to arrive, I kept my eyes out for Beryl, I had told her to dress up for a fancy dinner with us and our father. The party was going to be a shock. Finally, I felt her getting closer, and watched as she entere

Beryl:In the early hours of the morning, I finally drifted into a pleasurably exhausted sleep. I dreamed of our wolves, mine, Nicholas’, Brian’s, and Cheney’s, all running through the woods. We howled, played, tumbled, and ran wildly through the dark trees. Within the dream we were so mentally connected that we didn’t have to talk, we communicated with looks and touch. As wolves, our fur mingled until we looked like one beast running and howling. I awoke slowly, feeling their limbs tangled with mine beneath the sheets. Their hot breath was soft on my skin. At first, I soaked in the feeling, and then a sense of clarity washed over me, and I was confused about how we had gotten here. Flashes of the night before began to piece themselves together in my mind, and my heart raced from stress instead of desire. As my pulse quickened, I felt the triplets stir around me. A low groan rumbled next to me, and I turned my head to watch Brian come fully awa

Beryl:The werewolf triplets nod, acknowledging their father's words. My eyes glistened with tears as I took in the brothers' devotion, worried about what the future would bring. The room was quiet for a few minutes, the triplets looking from one another to me, us all trying to figure out how to proceed. “Are you ok?” Nicholas whispered, looking into my eyes. I smiled at each of them, hoping that this competitiveness wouldn’t tear us all apart. My stomach turned as an all too familiar voice shook me from my thoughts. “Armand, honey, I’m ready to go now.” I turned and saw Amy standing in the doorway, looking smug. She was dressed in a skin tight top and mini skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination.“W-what are you doing here?” My voice shook as I tried to understand why on earth she would be in this house. I blinked a few times, trying to wake myself from this nightmare. “Oh, you don’t know?