Cole's POV
I wake up groggily on the floor, my head pounding.
"Cassie?" my voice is hoarse and rough.
I look around the empty room, trying to piece together what the hell happened and why I'm on the floor. The memories slowly start coming back to me, piece by piece.
The attack.
The Volki.
Cassie.
I sit up and sprint downstairs. The living room is destroyed, bullet holes and broken glass everywhere. The door is wide open and then I realize that what happened wasn't a nightmare like I had hoped.
No.
My heart drops at the same time as my knees give in, just as Carlo walks through the door with Livia.
"Figlio?"
"What happened?"
They ask at the same time.
"They- They-" The words refuse to leave my lips.
"Where is she? Where's Cass?" Liv asks.
She's gone.
No.
No no no no no no no.
NO!
"Sh- She- They-"
I'm so lost I can't even form a proper sentence.
I'm so anger at myself for letting them take her.
I need her.
She can't be gone. She just can't.
"No." I can hear the hurt in Liv's voice without even looking at her.
"NO!"
She drops to her knees and starts crying. The hollow house is filled with her sobs.
The determination to get Cassie back mixed with the burning anger within me overwhelms the feeling of despair.
"Call a meeting, we're getting her back." I say to my zio.
I will not let her go that easily.
I refuse to.
Without waiting for a response, I find my phone and dial my father. I wait impatiently for him to pick up the call.
"Sei già partito per il tuo volo?" [Have you left for your flight yet?] I ask as soon as the phone picks up.
"Hello son. I'm good, thanks for-"
"There's no time for this!" I rush out, infuriated at my father's timing with his sarcasm.
Now is not the time.
"No Cole. We're packing now. Che c'è?" [What's wrong?]
"There's no time. I'll tell you when you get here. Get everyone packed and on a flight out as soon as possible." I say authoritatively.
"We're going to war..."
Cassie's POV
I wake up, wrapped in warm arms and silk sheets.
I feel a few soft kisses being placed on my shoulder and I smile lightly.
"Good morning to you too, lupo." I say, turning around to greet him with a morning kiss, only to be met with Viktor and furrowed brows.
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Attracted to His Cold
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