Deimos POV Ace holds up his arm and stops my warriors and rogues from entering the forest after Sam. The forest is eerily quiet. I keep my eyes on the spot where Sam disappeared and wait for him to reemerge with Nico’s army. “What are we waiting for?” Ace whispers. “Don’t you think it is odd that Sam hasn’t come back out of the trees looking for us?” I snap at Ace. As if on cue, Nico strolls out of the forest, dragging Sam along with him. He has his arm wrapped around Sam’s neck and a silver knife held to his throat. A growl leaves Nico’s chest as he rips the knife across Sam’s throat. Sam’s blood sprays from his neck, coating the ground in front of him. His eyes are plastered open wide as Nico lets go of his body. Sam falls to his knees before landing face-first in a puddle of his own blood. “My son has returned,” Nico laughs as roves of warriors come out of the shadows. Nico spreads his arms open wide and walks toward me. “And you have brought me an army.” “Fuck

Willow POV I don’t know what I am looking for as I flip through the Omega’s memories. I hop from memory to memory in her brain, trying to find something helpful. I try not to stay in one place for too long because her brain is deteriorating quickly, and everything is beginning to burn away like a photo in a flame. There are many memories of this Omega and Nico at the forefront of her mind. It is clear they had some sort of intimate relationship. She did his bidding time and time again, even when she didn’t want to. I try not to feel pity for her as I move through her mind. Her life has not been easy. Just when I am beginning to regret shooting her in the head, I think find what I am looking for. I pause in the memory, trying to get as much information as I can before it is gone. The Omega is standing in a cell at the end of the dungeons with a tray in her hand. I move closer to her so I can easily see her movements. She presses a brick on the wall, and the back of the cel

Deimos POV I fall to my knees as my father’s men continually attack me. Duko is providing me with as much strength as he can, but it is not enough to fight off five warriors at once. The one warrior still has a grip on my shoulder, holding me in place. The others are circling me, taking turns biting at my flesh. Darkness is filling my vision, and I am swinging wildly, trying to make contact with any of the wolves. I refuse to give up. Just when I think I cannot take anymore, I feel the warrior on my back being ripped from my flesh. I roar loudly in pain as he takes a piece of my shoulder with him. I stay kneeling on the ground, waiting for the next attack, but it doesn’t come. My vision starts to come back as Duko uses all of his energy to heal me. Squinting my eyes, I look around to see wolves I do not recognize ripping into the wolves that were surrounding me. I stagger to my feet and lean up against a tree. I need a moment to collect myself. Reaching around my back

Deimos POV My father drops Dainn’s wolf from his mouth and backs away. He doesn’t bother to shift out of his wolf form. Omen backs away from Storm's body as he slowly shifts back into Dainn. His eyes are wide like he can’t believe what he has just done. We are all staring in shock. Both of my brother’s bodies are lying in the middle of the clearing. Omen snarls in my direction before he takes off running into the trees. I want to go after him, but I don’t have the strength to chase him. Duko relinquishes control to me, and I shift back into my human form. I drag my naked body across the ground to Dainn’s side. His chest is rising and falling at an uneven rate. He is still alive, for now. The last time I saw Dainn, he was powerful and strong. The man lying before me is not the brother I remember. His skin is sallow and peeling in spots. His hair is greasy, dirty, and falling out in clumps. It doesn’t look like he had been fed for weeks or months. His muscles have wit

Liz POV Deimos carries me bridal style into the pack house, but I cannot take my eyes off the fire in the distance. I know my father said it was the way of the rogues, but it feels wrong. They feel like they are part of my pack now, and they deserve to be treated like it. The doors of the pack house swing open, and Deimos carries me gently up the stairs. The limp in his leg is gone. He isn’t struggling to make it up the stairs with me in his arms. I want to ask him why, but I am exhausted. Instead, I rest my head on his shoulder and snuggle into his chest. Deimos nudges the door to his bedroom open with his foot. It doesn’t look like he has been in here since I disappeared. He bypasses the bedroom and heads straight to the bathroom. He sits me down on the edge of the oversized bathtub and begins to run the water. As the water is running, he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it in the trash. I don’t blame him. It is ruined. I have been in it since the night I foll