[Diego’s POV]Anger rolls through me as Anthrose’s words hit me like a ton of fucking bricks. Who the hell was he calling weak when he was making cheap hits at a mere woman? But was I really the one to speak?“Why are you here?” I growl, holding tight to him, even though everything in me screams to let go. “I thought you abandoned this place a long time ago.”As I speak, I let myself really take him in, from his haggard face to his shaggy hair, which was overdue for a cut, but the thing that surprises me the most is his eyes. In the past, those very eyes would shine brightly with amusement and dissatisfaction as I sparred with him. But now, they held none of the light and were unseeing.“What the hell happened to you?” I murmur, letting my gaze travel down to his lean form. “You look like shit.”“Age will do that to you,” he puffs.Age. He was a wolf, which meant that his life span was a lot longer than most. Of course, it wasn’t longer than a lycan’s, but given his age, he shouldn’t

[Rosalie’s POV]I watch on as Chanel begins to transform right in front of me. I had to admit, her wolf was impressive. Not only did it rival an alpha in size, but the power that radiated from her was so strong it made even me want to shy away.Along with being strong, she was also beautiful in wolf form, with her auburn fur mixed with specks of gold and brown that littered her entire body and her dainty white paws.As if realizing what is going through my head, she turns her head so that her glowing green eyes meet mine, and what looks almost like a smirk appears on her face.Blushing, I tear my gaze away and look at Diego, who is still standing in human form. He’s watching me with a look of interest, and for a moment I don’t quite understand what it is that he wants, but when he seems to grow impatient, I realize what it is.I guess it was my turn to shift and join Chanel, but was he going to continue to remain human or would he transform into his lycan?I don’t know why, but I want

[Diego’s POV]I don’t bother thinking much of Chanel’s words as she heads out to help Clement and healer Murdoch. There really wasn’t any point in it anyway; that woman talked for the hell of talking most of the time.Tearing my gaze away from the direction she disappeared, I look at the woman who remains unconscious. Despite the black marks still marring her skin, her complexion was getting better.That’s good. I think inwardly and then immediately freeze.“What the hell?”Why would I give a damn whether or not she was alright? Since she did what she was meant to do, our companionship would end here. I didn’t need her anymore and could go back to my mundane days. At least, that was what I wanted to think. However, as this thought hits me, I feel that annoying sensation in my chest once again.Frowning, I reach out and press a finger against the woman’s cheek so that once again I feel just how hot her skin is.“I must be losing it,” I grumble, trailing it along her skin until it reach

[Rosalie’s POV]My heart hurts, and I don’t quite understand why. Since the start, I knew this was the reason I was here—nothing more and nothing less—yet to hear it straight out of his lips again and again hurt like hell.“It’s good that you understand,” Diego says. “Now, you should continue to rest.”“Roger that,” I sigh, snuggling into my blanket and turning over so that my back is to him. “I was just about to do that anyway.”I was being petty; even I knew that, and honestly, I was sure that Diego was seeing me as some bratty kid with the way I was acting.“Then I’ll be leaving.”Nodding, I don’t bother saying anything as I close my eyes and listen to the sound of Diego making his way out of the hut so that I’m left alone.For the next few days, Diego doesn’t return, and the only company I have is healer Murdoch, who keeps a close eye on me. Of course, I expected the elder to stick close, but I didn’t expect Chanel to also do the same.On the first day, I didn’t really mind her pr

[Diego’s POV]“Quit being absurd.”As I speak, the woman’s eyes come to rest on me as she gives me a look of confusion. Even this new look causes that strange stirring to erupt, but before it can grow, I tear my gaze away.“Right, I’m crazy,” Chanel cackles, not missing the moment. “And since you’re here, I think that Anthrose and I will take our leave.”“Where are you going?” I ask as Chanel wraps her arms around Anthrose’s. “Didn’t you bring him here because he needs treatment?”“Of course not,” Chanel responds. “I brought him here so he could properly thank dear Rosalie. If it wasn’t for her helping him, he would most certainly end up like the rest.”At her words, the woman flinches, and I realize that she isn’t aware of the fate of the infected. Since she was stuck in this place, she didn’t know a thing about what was going on outside of these four walls.“What happened to them?” She asks, her face falling. “Did they not get better?”“They’re….” Chanel begins, but stops as I shake