Iris POV"How could he have said that to me?" I echoed tearfully, running out of the elevator to my room. The tears streaming down my face had made a mess of the make-up, but that was the least of my pressing concerns. More over, make-ups were worn by women who were happy with their lives, and the people around them. I wasn't happy with my life, neither were the people stationed around me any better than the dickheads back in my home pack.I was a fool to have been blinded by the deceptive foray of Gustav's charms. He was the same jerk who had chained me to the cold walls of a dungeon, and had split my skull in half. He said he'd changed, that I'd changed him. He said he'd make things right between us, that I'd never have the occasion to doubt him. I'd given my all to the do-over, giving him the chance he had requested. But again, I was a fool to have expected the chameleon to be true to a colour. And his colour was red. The deep red of hell.I hobbled to the door of my room, all sogg

Monica's POV."How do we find her?" Rhoda prompted, cinched to Ben.I glanced down at the newspaper in my hand and focused my attention on the third rider to the bold headline- 'Pack House compromised. Who is to blame?' "We have to find their pack house. That's where she is, according to the news." I turned the newspaper in their direction. "She might be the Luna of the pack.""How do we find the Pack House?" Ben asked."Excuse me?" The lady cleared her throat, "we really have to be on our way. Simone has to see his doctor, and we don't want to be late for his appointment.""I'm sorry." I handed the newspaper to her, rolling it up the way I was given. "I need you for one last favor, if you don't mind, and after that, you'll never see my horrid face again." I broke a clumsy grin across my tired face like a caught ice-cream thief."What do you need this time?" The edge in her tone pinched my skin, but my pride would not get in my way of common sense. I was this close to getting what I

Gustav's POV"Drogo, did Iris runaway again?" I held the piece of paper in my hands, unable to bring myself to the stark realization that I'd lost her again. The older man bowed his head, shaking his head. I heard the smashing sound of objects breaking, more like furniture smashing. It came from the direction of Iris' room. I had hurt her with what I said to her. I let my anger at Madeline get in my way of thinking. The whole thing about the poison was like a bolt from a grey stormy sky. When I thought it was about time I enjoyed a life of relative peace with mother and the next most important person in my life, then this happened. This just had to happen.On coming down with Drogo to inspect the damage done to whatever she had broken out of anger, I discovered the room was empty of her and few of her belongings, except the note she left on the table, and her scent she left behind.in her note, she made it clear that she had forgiven me, but she had to leave. She couldn't see the hat

Iris POV"Welcome to Macy's Salon, Ms. How may we be of help?" A short round lady in her forties smiled up to me, wearing a purple T-shirt over a pair of loose black slacks with a pair of flat shoes. Three girls and a guy about my age, wore the same outfit, except the guy had a pair of nude Nike sneakers on. They grinned weirdly from ear to ear, which stood my hairs on end. A comb, crossed over a hair dryer was boldly imprinted at the top left hand corner of the T-shirt. That must be the logo, I thought.I scanned the salon, from one end to the next, nodding at the display of various cosmetics and other female excesses. A long stretch of colourful attachments hung on a blue plastic rail standing on my far right, beside a rack of artificial finger nails glued to the wall. A mirror with ambient lightening sitting on top of a ceramic counter was affixed to the wall facing the entrance, stretching to half of the elongated room length. On the empty end of the wall hung three wooden cabine

Monica's POVShe dragged the body of the unconscious guard with her into the dungeon, and propped his back against the wall in a sitting position. Intuitively, she locked the doors, apparently to give the unsuspecting outsider the notion that nothing was out of place in here. She returned to the guard, and fished his pocket for the keys, slipping the noisy bunch into her jean pocket. With excitement buzzing through her, she ran to Amber and threw her into a big hearty hug. "I thought I'd never see you again." She eased out of the hug and continued, "How's Ludovic? His he okay?" A wave of jealousy swept through me. Asking after Ludovic was not the problem; who was asking was the problem. The way she asked was the problem. The emotion in her voice was nothing close to agape or platonism. It was way more than that.Was she in love with my Ludovic? "If you came here to get us out, it'd be wise you get at it. We don't have all the time in the world to rub each other's cheeks or wipe each