We stopped for food as soon as we found a restaurant. It was already approaching noon. The taste of Transylvania's food was just as magical as the town’s appearance. I could feel my mouth water with each spoonful I took. Devyn liked the food as much as I did—maybe even more than I did— because the moment he started eating, he devoured the whole thing faster than I could comprehend. His eating habits never ceased to amaze me, and I knew it had to do something with his werewolf appetite.A funny question slipped into my mind, and I blurted it out before I could think twice.“When you shift into your wolf, can you eat live animals?”His forehead furrowed at the unexpected question, “Sometimes I wonder what goes through your head.”I smiled, “I’m just curious.”“Yes. I can.”Irritation surged through me as I tried to imagine it, “That’s gross. So you’re carnivorous.”He arched a brow, “You were just devouring a turkey leg a few minutes ago. You and I, we’re not so different.”I felt def

A tense stillness lingered around us. Devyn confronted the three wolves, his teeth bared at them menacingly, and his stance ready to attack. The three wolves circled around us, their predatory gaze fixed on us as if we were prey. I could feel the confidence they exuded, clearly not threatened by us. In their heads, they were the threats themselves.They'll be surprised.I observed them closely, noticing the resemblance to Devyn with their dark fur and large bodies. Their fur was an inky black, almost blending with the darkness around us. Unlike Devyn, their furs didn’t look they felt soft. They looked like touching them would stain your hands or even hurt you. Their eyes were the most unsettling part, and now that they shifted into their wolf, they looked even more menacing. It felt like they were gazing at my soul, sending chills down my spine. Their claws were longer, their canines sharper, and their faces scarier than your usual wolf. They looked like a werewolf but at the same t

GINA’S POVThere was no need to look at Devyn; I could already tell something was wrong with him. I could feel his emotions even without touching his hand, and they were overwhelming. I could feel his rage, his worry, his love, his care, but as faint as the emotion was, I could feel his fear.And that was when I decided to leave the cave. I sprinted towards him, breathing heavily as the wind tried to knock me. I didn't care if he was going to be angry. wasn't going to back to that cave.There was a long scratch on my leg that I got when the wolf Devyn killed was trying to drag me out of the cave. I could feel blood trickling from the wound as I ran, but I didn't care about the pain shooting through it.When Devyn was about to collapse, I placed my body under him, letting his weight fall on me. I looked at him, and when I saw his condition, I froze. It felt like my heart had left my chest, replacing the void with a strong sense of fear.“Devyn,” my voice came out as a whisper as I cradl

DEVYN’S POVAmidst the overwhelming pain flowing through me, poisoning my veins, and killing my heart, Gina’s voice coming from outside the door was the most unbearable agony. I could hear how she desperately pounded on the door, imagining how wounded her fists were. Yet, I couldn’t allow her in. She would try to take the pain away from me, not even caring how much it hurt; that was just how selfless she was. I didn’t want her to suffer for me, because I believed this was what I deserved.Gritting my teeth against the surging pain, I forced myself to open my eyes. The palms on my chest radiated warmth and I figured they were trying to heal me. My vision blurred as I slipped in and out of consciousness, but I could make out the blonde woman standing in front of me, her eyes reflecting sadness as she gazed at me.“You sent her out because you don’t want her to suffer,” she muttered, “You’re a good man.”I would've responded but I couldn’t speak. If only she knew. Maybe there was rea

GINA’S POVWhen I recalled Damien, all I could remember clearly were his black soulless eyes, how they were devoid of emotions, and the way evil swirled in his orbs. Now I understood why everything about him set me on edge. Though I only met him once, it was enough to conclude he wasn't a good person.And now we knew just how much of an evil person he truly was.I glanced at Devyn who was noticeably angry, with the way his jaw clenched and the prominent vein propped on his forehead. I couldn't blame him. I would be furious too if the source of our problems had been practically under our noses the whole time.“I should’ve killed him a long time ago, and spared us the trouble,” Devyn growled out.I remembered the monsters the witches had killed; the ones that almost killed Devyn, and I felt chills run through me. It was evident where they had gotten such power from. To be able to have the power to alter the genetics of a werewolf, to infuse their teeth and claws with deadly poison… Just