Iris' POVLudovic had his special way of putting my fears at bay. Trusting him came without hassles. Looking at him smile down at me, his large arm around my shoulder, cuddling me; what more do I need to be at peace with my mate. Even while with Gustav, the few memories I had of Ludovic at Amber's motel remained vivid, etched permanently in my brain. I still couldn't explain why I had disturbing visions about him. I dreaded having sex with Gustav to climax, knowing the tragedy that would follow. The bottom line, however, was my salvation from the dungeon. Perhaps, the visions served as a connection between Ludovic and me. Despite the miles separating us, he followed my scent to Gustav's dungeon to save me from death. If we're not fated to be together, what else could it be?Sitting beside him in his room, putting on his clothes, was the best thing that has ever happened to me since the murder of my parents. He made loving him very easy, and I intended to keep it that way.I rested my

Gustav's POV"The devil's trumpet?" I furrowed. "Is it some kind of magical trumpet we have to blow into her ears to weaken her?" Zelta and Monica shared comical glances. Monica leaned against the wall, doubling over in laughter, and placing a hand on her stomach. Zelta stood apart, lips sealed, looking straight at me. She was visibly doing a hack job trying to steel herself from laughing at me, but out of respect for me, she chose to remain neutral."Seriously, Monica?" I scolded, arms akimbo. "Why are you laughing? It's just a question for crying out loud? I deserve to know what the demon's trumpet is."I noticed that the tempo of her laughter increased after I mentioned the trumpet thing. Zelta dipped her chin, trying to obliterate the laughter warming up her belly. "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" My hackles were rising, and I hated being used as an object of mockery. "It's a poisonous plant," Monica offered, dusting herself from the aftermath of making a circus

Iris' POVWe didn't see that coming. Laura had prepared them specially for us, disguising them as scientists. I snarled at Laura, throwing the jacket off my shoulder. "Shannon, these are not just werewolves, they're the creation of my hand. Each of them have the power of four alphas. You cannot beat them all."The animals growled forward, lips peeled back. I counted thirty of them, which means they could be more than that. The room was charged with a pump of adrenaline and dark magic. And I was having none of this shit.One of them aimed for Ludovic's throat. I stepped forward, grabbing the beast's jaws. "No one... touches my mate." With both hands, I tore his jaws apart, spilling drizzles of red and vengeance into the air. I dropped him to the floor, observing the rest of them. My wolf howled, begging for a spot in the fight. I gave in to her, cranking my neck. "They may be fierce and big," my voice went grave and distorted, "but they lack training, which is why we're going to fucki

Ludovic's POVMy elation knew no bounds. I wanted to jump on her and kiss her for coming back to me. With the people I love around me dead, losing Iris would have been a bigger blow to the solar plexus. I squatted behind her, taking one last glance at father's head. "I'm sorry about your father." Iris consoled, her voice a low thunder. Her eyes and hair glowed bright, scaring the beasts. They took few steps back, baring their teeth at her."It's not your fault," I muttered, closing his dead eyes with my fingers. I took my stance beside her letting my fury out. Black shiny fur sprouted from my skin. I unleashed my beast, letting it go all out. Iris was back from the recess of her mind, which means my movements are no more restricted. "They did it, and I'll make them pay."Jaws elongated, as fingernails gave way for dipping claws. My canines lengthened, overlapping the ends of my lower lip. In my wolf form, I was two feet taller than Iris, but the energy she emitted could subdue twice m

Iris POV We were in a strange place; a very dark room. I had to strain my eyes to focus on the images in the dark with the help of my wolf. Conspicuous bright red and orange eyes danced about the darkness, making me aware of Gustav and Monica's superimposing presence.The soldiers were nowhere around. I'd have noticed them by the glow of their eyes if they were. Perhaps, Gustav had told them to man the entrance of only God knows where we were taken. "Whoomp!" A heavy blow landed on Ludovi, meters apart from me, chained to the wall by heavy manacles. His wrists, ankles and neck were held tight in the shackles. His eyes were red, but they hung down from his face. The authority I used to see in those eyes had vanished, replaced by a blanket of fear. Monica kicked him in the lower jaw, flinging his head backward. The back of is head his a concrete surface behind him, and I heard it split. "Stop! You're hurting him!" I wanted to rush over to my mate to defend him, but i couldn't. I was