MALCOLM'S POV:"Shit!" I had been lying on the glass shards for over twenty minutes, trying to stand up on my feet. A big shard was stuck in my side, which made it even more painful to rise. Mustering all I had, I gave myself a push, only for my hand to meet another shard of glass piercing through my palm."Shit! That little thing." She had done this to me, and then she fled.I looked at the wound, and with all these I had, I pulled out the large shard of glass from my side. It took courage and composure for me to not scream. The shard was out, so all I had to do was get up.After a few trials and errors, I got up from the midst of the shards and limped towards the bed.Heal! I was looking at the injury I had sustained, expecting it to heal like the others, but it just gaped at me, bleeding.I rose from the bed and walked to the room's drawer. I began searching and looking for anything that I could place on the injury to at least stop the bleeding. Eventually, I could grab a white tow

ARIA'S POV:As Anthony and I left for Zilam to see Malcolm, I didn't know what to feel. Was the person who had written this letter to me really Malcolm Wilson, my grandfather?Anthony had set up guards at specific distances and locations to follow us in case of an ambush or trap. We weren't sure, but safety required it."Was it necessary to wear this?" Anthony asked me, looking at the overall hood disguise I had given him."Of course. I wouldn't want Uncle Jeremiah to know that I am in Zilam." I told him."And why is that?" "Because, we need to find out first, if the letter was truly from Malcolm. We have to be a thousand and one percent sure." I said to Anthony, answering his questions."Didn't you say you had a hunch?" He asked me."Are we going to do this right now?" I asked, redirecting his question."No, we are not." He replied, ending what looked like a brooding argument.I had decided to disguise us as Zilam villagers returning with food from the market. As much as I knew when

 ARIA'S POV: "I'm so sorry for all the pain I have caused you, Aria." Malcolm said, coughing up blood. "You can now live in peace." "You made me miserable for my entire life." I said, trying to digest all that I had just heard from my grandfather. "I lost everything because of your evil." "You..." I cried, losing all the strength I had left in me. "How was Darcy able to conceive when I couldn't? And my parents, who killed them? Were you the one?" I asked him, rising to my feet. "Aria." Anthony called, rising with me. "Tell me!" I said, walking up to the bed where Malcolm lay, turning his pale face to look at me. "I hope that you will have it in your heart to forgive your grandfather for all the pain that he has caused you." "My parents... Who killed them?" "I don't know of that one, Aria. It wasn't me." He said breathing like

 ARIA'S POV We had successfully captured the person who delivered the threats. It wasn't Dane, rather, it was his messenger. I should have known that Dane would not be silly enough to deliver those threats by himself. Shirtless, he was in the torture room, tied hands and legs to a seat, together with the torture master, uncle Jeremiah, Anthony, and I. "How did you know that she was here?" Uncle Jeremiah questioned the messenger. He kept mute, refusing to answer the question. He had been mute ever since he had been captured and brought to the torture room. "You still won't answer." Uncle Jeremiah said rather than asked. "Heat the metal up seventy times and inflict burns on him." He ordered the torture master. He did as he was ordered. The messenger's screams rang through the air as the metal hit him and burned into his flesh. 

 ARIA'S POV "Tomorrow night is going to be a full moon." "You shouldn't talk with your mouth full, uncle." I said to Uncle Jeremiah, tossing him a towel. "And chew your food properly." I said, giving him a stern look.  "Why do you have to always act as my mother," he asked me when he had finished the food in his mouth. "When I'm the uncle here?" He asked me.  "Because of things like this uncle." I said, winking at him. Three of us burst out into laughter. Every pack counted down to the next full moon and the next blood moon. The only difference was that the blood moon was held in more light and celebration than the full moon. After lunch, the three of us go out to get some fresh air together.  *** Outside, the full moon was a beauty to behold. It shone so brightly that you could see each ot