Meredith's POV I take a few minutes to calm myself down before showering. I scrub my skin a bit harder than I should because I still have Cassy’s blood on me. My heart is plagued with sadness whenever I remember her. I swear on everything that I believe in that Amarie will pay for this. They will all pay. When I step out of the bathroom, I am wrapped in a towel. The first thing I see is a pair of navy blue jeans and a white tank top laid out for me on the bed with some underwear. Saul is nowhere to be seen, much to my disappointment. Quickly, I put on my clothes and headed down the stairs. It’s funny how I once thought of this place as lonely, but now, without Cassy, I don’t even know what to call it. When I passed through the kitchen, my eyes instinctively went back to the spot where her body once lay. There is nothing there, not even a speck of blood. It was as though nothing had ever happened. How creepy. As soon as I step out of the manor, my eyes fall on Saul

Meredith’s POVA groan passes through my lips as I slowly start to regain consciousness. I feel all dizzy and nauseated. I find myself lying on something cold, and it takes me a moment to realize that I have been sleeping on the cold cement floor.Why would I do that?As I groggily sit up, I take a look around the room, and it is an unfamiliar one. The walls are a dirty shade of gray, and the mucky scent of blood fills the air. I don’t recognize this room; where exactly am I?And suddenly, all my memories flood back in. I was with Saul; we were talking, and we were happy. Suddenly, everything just went black. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that we have been ambushed. The last thing I remember was my attacker taking me away from Saul. He was lying on the road with his head split open.Tears sting my eyes as my heart clenches. I can only hope that help came along and took him to the hospital. I may not know much about medicine, but I know for sure that a wound like that could be

Caelen’s POV I used to think Amarie was the only woman capable of bringing us this much chaos, but clearly, I was wrong. all these damn women. This is what happens when you care too much for creatures that can’t protect themselves. The beeping of the heart monitor, along with Roman’s pacing footsteps, are the only things to be heard in the room. I sit on the chair beside Saul’s bed, watching him closely for any sign that his heart would dare stop beating. It is a good thing we came when we did; otherwise, we would have lost him. I feared Roman’s tantrum would have cost us the life of our brother. I do understand his anger and frustration. We have all worked so hard to protect Meredith; to think she has been taken from us so easily is quite enraging. But screaming about it wouldn’t solve anything. It would have only given us more problems because every second wasted was to our own detriment. I still remember watching Roman lose his sh*t after searching the scene for the fift

Meredith's POV This has to be one of the creepiest and most disgusting things I have ever witnessed.I don't understand the road my life is taking anymore. The past few days have been beyond weird. First, I realize that the maid I have been living with is actually the lover of the men I have grown to greatly admire and she was out to kill me! Then I lose consciousness, and somehow I am able to see what is happening outside my body.I mean, can we take a pause there for a bit? Is that even normal? I know I never finished that book on the origin of the omegas, but I am certain none of them witnessed things like this.Then, just when I am about to be moved and feel a bit safe, I am involved in a car accident that leaves one of the men I care about in a fatal condition. Yes, a fatal condition, because I absolutely refuse to believe that Saul was dead. It just wasn't possible.He is stronger than that.And to add to my list of crazy experiences of the last three days, I was captured and

Meredith’s POVThe beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound that manages to infiltrate my ears. I could feel people moving around me, but I could not quite make out who they were. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open for too long.Never in my life have my eyelids felt so heavy. And I feel incredibly tired, too. All I want to do is have a nice long nap, but then didn’t I just wake up? My body screams for sleep, but my mind is fighting against it. It is telling me to get up and run, but I can’t.The fatigue is one thing, but I am actually unable to move any of my limbs right now. Whenever I managed to open my eyes, even if it was for just a second, I would see a bright white light hovering above me. Is this heaven? Am I dead? I always thought I would feel a lot lighter when I was dead. I always thought that I would be free and able to move around, but that isn’t the case right now.The next time my eyes open and shut, there is a figure standing above me. I believe it is a woman. A