Brayden's PoV-

I chuckled to myself, silently. This poor girl. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. Matt and I knew what we could use her for. I could tell that she was previously in a demon's home. She reeked of them, and specifically Avenged Sevenfold's smell. They had their own distinct smell because they were my enemy.

I knew Matt would take an instant liking to her. She was gorgeous in every way, 'a down to Earth' type of girl, he would say. She would be his next prey, he would make her feel so special, so loved, then use her. Use her, till he got his answers. It was sad to see, every single time he saw potential in a girl. Of course he was always wrong when he saw this so call 'potential', but at least he would give a go.

“So, what ended you up in that place?” I asked, just leaving the bar.

“Oh, um,” She paused for a long while, I could tell she was debating on whether telling me the truth or not. “Do you believe in fairy tale creatures?” She hesitantly inquired.

“Of course,” I wanted to slip up and tell her that I was one, but I didn't. I wanted to hear her out first.

“Well, the men I was previously staying with, they were demons,” She whispered softly. I chuckled softly.

“How do you?”

“I saw it in a dream, but it almost seemed too real,” She looked out the window. I already knew all of the things she was telling me. She stuck on demon, but I wasn't going to say anything to her. She was going to help the werewolves. She was going to be on the good side.

Matt's PoV-

I sniffed her sheets, they smelt of tears, her specific scent, and sweat. I growled. She had left us, and she had found out, which meant that we were probably never going to find her. I stormed down to the living room and lifted Johnny off of his feet. He was the dreamer, and he always let things slip.

“Where the fuck did she go, you measly excuse of a demon?” I growled out at him.

“Werewolves,” He chocked out.

“Which pack?”

“Walst's,” I about lost it, about being the key word. I dropped Johnny. I'm getting her back. I don't care what it takes.
I walked straight out of the door, but didn't get far because Brian grabbed my arm. I hissed at him.

“Wait. She'll call for help. You two have began the bonding process,” He spoke with no tone of rejecting him. The bonding process is when a demon, as myself, and a human, Kenzie, touch lips for the first time. Once that happens, they have faint communication between each other. With just a kiss, they can feel what the other is feeling. With sex, they can read each others minds, but only if allowed. A fully bonded pair is when the human has tasted demon blood, and is a demon, then mated.

“I know. I just want her back, soon,” I told Brian, the look on my face defeated. I needed her in my arms again. She was just too pure to get into this type of world. She was innocent per say.

“I promise we'll get her back, but we need a plan, first. Then we can save her.”

Kenzie's PoV- 

I got a tour of the entire mansion type home. It was amazing. This place had the works, with a room just for partying, an indoor pool, a home movie theater, and a two lane bowling alley. I was in love with this place. I was still unsure about Brayden but trust came with time and lots of talking.

“Pretty neat palace ain't it?” I heard Brayden ask from the hallway. I was looking into the pool. How much I would love to take a dive into it.

“This place is fucking awesome. Wait, did you call it a palace?” I looked over my shoulder at him. He simply nodded.

“That's what we call it. The Walst Palace,”

“Who is this 'Walst'?”

“Matt Walst the owner of this place,” I made an 'o' shape with my mouth in a silent realization.

Just like there this was this blonde-haired, rough looking, deeply blue-eyed, masterpiece. I stared at him, like I was a dumb love-struck teenager.

“I heard my name,” He looked at me and this little quirk of a smile appeared and he winked. I raised an eyebrow, getting over my awe pretty quickly. If he was some dumbass arrogant jerk, we would be settling quite quickly who was boss.

“I'm Kenzie, I'm guessing your Matt. Brayden brought me here,” I introduced quickly. I crossed my arms, giving off the attitude of the 'Fuck with my, fucking dare you too'. He chuckled, somewhat darkly.

“Yes. I'm Matt. We also have one more,” He paused, looking up at the ceiling, searching on the tip of his tongue for the correct name. “Wolf,” The men chuckled. “In this household. I have this gruesome feeling you'll enjoy him more than us,” I quirked my eyebrow upwards once more.

What did these men have in store?

Matt Walst's PoV- 

Later that night, once Kenzie had been settled in her room and we were she was asleep, Brayden and I sat in my study.

“She is unique. Her scent isn't of a human's, but nor any other creature I have smelled before.”

“Could she be a goddess?”

“Time will tell, eventually...” I let my sentence run on as I stared at my phone. My lip jutted up in a half grin. My favorite person was calling. I picked my phone up.

“Hello, brother, ”