Third Person POV Scott lay on the small cot, staring at the ceiling as he’d done for the past few days. There wasn’t much to do in the jail cell; there wasn’t much he could do. Had visited him and he was pleasantly surprised by how concerned and caring he seemed. According to Alpha Enzo, his fat

“That’s wonderful news,” he said. His father patted him on the back before turning to the officer. “Can we uncuff him now?” His father asked. “He still hasn’t been officially released yet,” the officer said, pressing his lips firmly together. “But he will be and he’s going to need his wolf t

Lila’s POV The drive to the Calypso packhouse was fairly quiet. We had to take two separate cars. Alex took Sarah and Brody; and Enzo took Kayla, Becca, Luis, and me. The three of them squeezed into the backseat. It wouldn’t be long before Scott was released from jail. Apparently, he called my f

“I’m not sure how you like your tea, so I also brought some sweeteners, honey, and milk,” she continued as she placed all the stuff on the table for us to grab. “Thanks, Dee,” I said kindly. “Oh, everybody. This is Deanna; the packhouse mother,” I introduced. “But everybody calls me, Dee,” she a

She left again. “Do you have a bathroom? I need to wash up,” Sarah asked, jumping to her feet. “If you go out to the front room, you’ll see a hallway near the stairs. It’s your first door on the right,” I answered before Enzo could. She stood and left the room. “I’ll give Ray a call,” Enzo s

Third Person POV Scott slammed on the cell door, desperate to make a phone call. He had to call Bastien; needed to speak with Lila and the rest of her friends. They were in serious danger. He remembered everything about the day his mind was manipulated; he remembered who did it. He knows who kil

A girl. She still looked like she was made out of black smoke though; it was only a form that it took. He didn’t recognize the figure, but he in his gut that she wasn’t his friend. He took an unsteady step away from her, which only made her smile as she took a step closer to him. “Oh, Scott. It

Lila’s POV I woke up on the couch in Enzo’s packhouse. I don’t even remember how I got there, but Dee was placing a cold cloth on my forehead when I finally came through. She looked worried, but when she saw that my eyes had fluttered open, she breathed out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goddess

“The chief is looking at security footage to see who entered Scott’s cell,” my father explained. “Hopefully we will know more information soon.” “How’s Alpha Emmet?” I asked; remembering that Emmet was here as well. “Not good,” my father said, sighing. “I’m not sure he will recover from this. I

“Does this happen often?” I asked her. Tears welled in her eyes. “Only when there’s a lot of stress…” she murmured. “I think Scott’s death triggered it.” “Why does this happen?” Brody asked, furrowing his brows together. “You never tell me what’s really going on with you.” She opened her mou