Cyrus point of view. I left her immediately. I had healed her. I transferred all her pain into my body and I urgently needed to rest. I did not expect her pain to be this extreme. Whoever was chasing after her did immerse harm to her body and, as strong as I am, even I could feel it, although not as much as she would have felt it, my strength and endurance level are above every other werewolf's.I couldn't help but wonder. Her scent wasn't Evara's. I knew this because it is impossible for a werewolf to forget the scent of its mate. She was the woman I loved and gave my all to. I will never forget her scent. Also, this girl had white hair, just exactly as I had seen in the vision, but Evara's hair flowed like a curtain of night, a velvety veil that framed her face with an aura of timeless elegance. Each strand, as dark as the deepest depths of the cosmos that danced in the gentle breeze, enchanting all who beheld its mesmerizing allure. Although her features and everything else were Ev

CYRUS’ POV. The pack meeting ran longer than I thought it would've. Strengthening the borders didn't usually take that much time, but we'd recently widened our grounds so we could build more houses for the newer members.I sighed, pulling on the strings of my hoodie before shoving my hands in its pockets, making my way to the library. I didn't go there often, there was never really a reason to, but I'd taken note of how frequently Stephen accompanied Baelakis there and assumed that they would be there again today.I swung the doors open, my eyes falling on the sight of Baelakis pursing her lips in the far corner as she scanned over the front page of the book in her hand.I scanned the room, my eyes falling on Stephen's form crouched close to her, watching over Baekalis with doe eyes. I remained perched at the door frame, not making a sound and simply waiting for Stephen to notice my presence. Thankfully, that didn't take too long and his eyes met mine in a matter of seconds. I beckone

CYRUS’ Point of view. The next few days passed by in a blur, with Stephen being hardly present. He had taken up a new challenge; showing Baekalis around town. Of course, I did not think it was a good idea, but it was not like I could dictate her every movement. She wasn't mine.Thomas had been thrilled to find out that his child was still alive, and perfectly fine — one of them at least. He had insisted on seeing her after I filled him in on the whole kidnapping thing and Nightshade, but I had stopped him obviously, making sure to remind him that Baekalis didn't even know about the supernatural until a while ago. It would overwhelm her, and I don't think that was what we needed right now.I sighed tiredly, twirling the glass in my hand lazily, watching as its contents — whiskey and just the right amount of ice cubes — sloshed around, clanking against the corners of the tumbler and making noise that resonated around the otherwise silent atmosphere.I had been sighing a lot lately, and S

CYRUS’ Point of view. Leading Baekalis to my cave was spontaneous, admittedly, and I didn't even expect her to follow me, much less after I had thrown her to the ground.However, from what I could tell, she was alone, and I couldn't leave her here by herself. But, if she stayed with me in my wolf form, she could feel threatened eventually and run. So, naturally, the only intelligent option I could indulge in was to lead her with me and then shift back to my human form and watch her myself.Keeping a mental note in the back of my mind to scold Stephen for letting her out of his sight, I walked down the bank and my hold on the bottom of her hoodie in between my teeth helped me ensure she was following.I let her go briefly, jumping over the lake as I used the bigger stones as leverage. When I got to the other side, I glanced back at her lazily, watching as she hesitated.Was she scared or something? Even if she fell, and didn't know how to swim — which I'm sure she does — obviously I wou

CYRUS’ POV It was times like this that usually took moments to ask myself if this was really worth it. Or better yet, if becoming Alpha of this pack was a good decision. Considering all the tragedies that has happened so far since I did though, I would say no — my father made a terrible mistake by passing the title down to me, and both of them made an even bigger mistake by concluding early on that I would be more than enough so they didn't need another child. I was sure I had my moments though, perhaps I really was a great leader sometimes. But now, staring down at my Omega's body from where a stood a reasonable distance away, there wouldn't even be an argument to dictate how useless I was. Clyde looked drained, like he hadn't known peace for a long time. His usual golden hair had turned pale and dry, taking on a dull yellowish colour. He had cuts and bruises all over, and I could swear that some of his finger nails were missing. His clothes were torn to shreds too, and there was