Novels by Judith GW

Spencer's POVAs I lead my warriors boldly into the night, I feel more determined than I’ve ever felt before. I'm well accustomed to hatred. To loathing. To the sort of burning fury that aches like hot coals in the pit of my stomach, a relentless pain that consumes my every waking thought. Such anger is not unfamiliar to me. But the sheer volume of it I’m experiencing now, knowing that Elder Jet is out there somewhere holding Ivy hostage and hoping to topple the entire Lycian Kingdom in one fell swoop…A quick death would be too kind a fate for Elder Jet. I want to pick him apart slowly and excruciatingly. I want to feel his blood between my fingers and to hear every scream of agony. I want to invent new depths of suffering just for him. “Be ready, soldiers!” I say, keeping my voice hushed as I look back at my army. Gamma Everly and I are leading the troops onward. We move silently and swiftly, scanning the trees for any signs of threat. The trees are tall, branches stretching upw

Spencer's POVNow that we know how we want to move forward, things are quick to fall into place. The centurion who gave us the tip has fallen out of sight completely–I’m assuming that by now he’s getting the medical treatment he needs. I’ve mind linked all the surviving centurions to bring their search parties back to the barracks, too, and now I’m just watching the last remaining warriors trickle back into our camp. The plan is simple. We aim to strike first, and to strike with such overwhelming brute force that no matter his schemes, Elder Jet will be left completely and utterly unable to recover. “If we move through the woods along here, I think we can follow the natural curve of the river without detection,” Gamma Everly says slowly. She traces her fingers along the map and shows me her outlined path. “There’s enough space for all of us to move around the region relatively freely, but the topography will make it harder to corner us. We could use their camp location to our advan

Spencer's POV“What happened?” I reach down and grab the fallen centurion’s shoulder firmly. Beneath my fingertips, the fabric at the joints of his armour is thick and bloody, and the warrior groans as I make contact. He’s not dead yet, though, and that gives me hope. With a little help from Gamma Everly, the two of us manage to bring the man up into a sitting position. He’s moving slowly and unsteadily, eyes clouded with unforetold terrors. I can see his limbs tremble and shake, the clear difficulty of every moment. “I… I was out surveying the area…” the centurion murmurs slowly. “And I was–and there was–” I still can’t see the full details of his face, but beneath his mask, his gaze is darting back and and forth anxiously. “It’s okay,” I tell him. “You’re safe here now.” Comforting people certainly isn’t my strong suit, but he has the information I need. And besides, it feels like something Ivy would do. She’d speak to him softly, gently. She’d nurture him carefully. She’d ma

Spencer's POV“What do you need me to do?” Alpha Leo’s expression is solemn as he faces me. All at once, I can see just how deeply he’s changed over the course of today–just earlier this morning, he was breaking out of our dungeon, not caring who he killed or whose lives he drastically affected. He was ready to return to a wicked, traitorous man and help him take us all down. But now Alpha Jet looks at me with respect and admiration. There’s still a lot more work to do, but he’s reckoned with Elder Jet’s fundamental evils and cruelties. He’s not just ready to change–he’s at a point where he’s more than willing. I smile at him, taking his question as confirmation that he would indeed be interested in aiding the Lycan Army. I point to a large building on stilts right near the back of the barracks. Alpha Leo follows my gesture with his eyes, tilting his head in confusion as he looks the structure over carefully. “Is that… a grain silo?” He asks. I smile. “We’ve got a herd of cattle

Spencer's POVAs the centurions lead their recruited parties out into the distant woods, I can feel the cold hand of horror slowly clamping around my heart. Of course, my main goal with sending out these search parties is to determine just how much of a threat Elder Jet truly is right now. Of course that’s what I’m trying to do. But in sending out all of these patrols, there’s something else I may be able to figure out, too. I’m hoping against hope that one of the parties will be able to figure out where Ivy is. But with that hope, there’s fear, too. What if they find Ivy, but it’s too late? What if all I can rescue now is her corpse? Or what if she’s alive, but broken and hurt beyond measure? I don’t want to see her injured. She’s been through so much–I don’t know how many more traumas she can take. Especially with the baby. Oh, Moon Goddess above, please protect Ivy and my baby. The warriors that aren’t members of any of the search parties spread through the forest, lying in

Spencer's POVAs Gamma Everly and I walk through the amassed ranks of the full might of the Lycan Army, all I can think about is Ivy. Where is she? What’s happening to her? I have no way of getting into contact with her–what if Elder Jet did something? How would I know? There’s a part of me that wants to take Elder Jet up on his offer of surrendering, if only to guarantee Ivy’s security. But I can’t do that. I can’t trade away my kingdom for her. If I did, what sort of king would I be? Besides, I wouldn’t put it past Elder Jet to break his end of a hostage exchange. Alpha Leo is the only piece we have to trade back, but Elder Jet doesn’t seem too attached to his spies, likely for this exact reason. No. The only way to ensure Ivy’s continuous and lasting security is to fight for it myself, tooth and nail and wickedly sharp claw. I can’t let anything bad happen to her. I lock eyes with Gamma Everly as we complete our sweep of the battalions. We have a massive military, easily big

"Evander, what are you doing!?"I can't believe what I'm seeing. Evander's malevolent grin is so far out of character for him, it's hard to believe this is the same man I married.My gaze shifts to my father who is struggling to regain consciousness after Evander knocked him out. My ex could be harsh at times, but I've never before felt such…evil."You're coming with me," my blood-soaked former mate tells me. He crosses the room in two great strides, then takes hold of my arm."We can't go anywhere!" I protest. "You're injured, all that blood, and my dad… What did you do to my father?"My brain is having a hard time keeping up with all that I'm witnessing. None of this makes any sense. Five minutes ago, I believed Evander to be on the brink of death, mortally wounded in an ambush that took him and the pack by surprise.But now, he seems as fit as ever despite all the blood on his tattered clothes.His grip on me tightens painfully. I look into his eyes, but instead of finding the man

Consciousness comes to me slowly. I drift into awareness from a cozy pink cloud of good dreams.I smile, reveling in the simplicity of my deepest desires. Evander was with me in the dream and he was my husband again. I felt his warmth, his care, and there was no doubt in my mind that as long as he was watching over me all would be well.The best part of the dream was that I felt loved. I have not felt that in quite a while.Stupid, silly, wish fulfillment fantasies of the lovelorn. If I ever write my memoirs, that'll definitely be a chapter in the book.There is a knock on my door and I relinquish the last remnants of my dream with a sigh.Real life always intrudes.There's only one person who would be knocking on my door at this hour of the morning. I call for my father to enter while I'm still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.He enters my room and I know right away something is wrong."Aurora, we need to go. There are skirmishes happening in the woods all around us. It's not safe f

There is a lot on my mind as I walk back to the camp. Aurora, her mother, the price of her gift. Porter's face when he talked about the possibility of losing his little girl to an early grave. The way her skin shone in the moonlight – smooth and silken.I touch a finger to my lips. I can still feel the warmth of her forehead there. My lips burn to taste her kiss again, but first–Something stops me in my tracks, the hair on the nape of my neck rising. I sniff the air, but can't detect anything untoward. But someone or something is closing in.Every instinct I have is screaming for me to fight, to tear the menace to shreds.I move as quickly as I dare through the woods and back to the campsite. I hear the battle before I see it, the snarls and clashes of steel. Gunpowder now reaches my nose along with singed wood and copper blood.Using every bit of stealth I possess, I sneak up on one of the attackers and break his neck from behind. He drops to the ground without a sound.In the moonl

I follow the scent, so light and refreshing. My heart longs to breathe it in more fully, to bury my face in her hair while I hold her in my arms.Aurora.A quiver goes through me at the thought of seeing her at the end of this trail.I should be tracking the scout, trying to pick up his path, but my feet refuse to heed my brain's command and instead take the route my heart craves most.The scent leads me to a clearing in the woods, then finally a cabin. It's a modest structure, built from logs and slate. It's well below the means I am used to living in, but it appears sturdy.A man exits the cabin and I instinctively draw back behind a tree. By the moonlight I can see he's an older wolf, past his prime, but still strong. His head tilts, and there in the lines of his profile, I see Aurora's features made masculine and bold."I know you're out there," Aurora's father calls. I hear him pump the barrel on a shotgun, then see it when he brings it to his shoulder to take aim into the night.

The battle rages all around me. I can taste my own sweat. Blood is on the wind."Evander! This is the spot we scouted earlier." One of my lieutenants points to a clearing on the top of a rise. "We need to set up our operation before we lose the moonlight."I give him a nod, granting him leave to begin preparations. He doesn't make it ten feet before we hear a yelp from below. Someone got caught in a trap.I hope it was one of the Moonvalley pack.I breathe in the night, taking the measure of the woods. The forest is dark, but not entirely unfamiliar to me. The Amber Sky pack – Aurora's familial pack – has territory not many miles from where I'm standing.I can only hope that scant distance is enough to keep her safe.My warriors are ready to fine tune our plan of attack when I enter the clearing. I look at each of their faces before I speak, happy to find resolution in every single one."You know the plan," I tell them brusquely. "In the hour before dawn, we bypass the forest and atta

I pull open the cabin's front door and find Prince Mykal standing there."Hello, Aurora," he says, smiling so brightly his beauty is nearly blinding."I've only been gone three days!" I blurt out, too surprised to see him to self-edit. "Did you miss me that much?""I did," he replies charmingly.I'm not sure if he's joking or not."Who's there?" my father calls out from behind me, and I realize I've kept the prince standing outside this whole time."Come, in, Mykal," I say, stepping aside to allow him to enter.My father gabs at the royal Lycan now standing in his living room."Dad, I'd like you to meet Prince Mykal Boreal."My dad's jaw drops open and he fumbles to make some sort of bow. "Hello, um, Your Highness?""Please, sir," Mykal says affably. "There's no need for formalities. Call me Mykal.""What brings you here, Mykal?" I jump in, saving my father from his own awkwardness. "You've come a long way to see us.""I'll confess," the prince says, reaching out to take my hand. "I w

CereliaI’m just getting started on dinner when someone starts hammering on the door of Maelor’s cottage. We take turns cooking, which I appreciate, even if the food he prepares is barely edible. It’s nice to feel that he sees me as an equal and not his temporary maid.Nobody else has come here since my arrival and he’s a recluse as far as I know. Maybe it’s a lost traveler. Whoever it is certainly seems to be in a panic, judging by the severity of the knocking. Maelor’s gone out to forage for herbs. Many of the ingredients needed for potions only bloom at night, or need to be picked at specific times of the day.“We have a problem-“ the woman snarls, snapping her mouth shut when she takes me in. “Who the hell are you?” she asks angrily. She’s older than I am, appearing to be in her mid-30’s. She’s flawlessly beautiful, with porcelain skin, glossy ebony hair, emerald eyes, ruby lips and an hourglass figure. She should take my breath away with her perfection but it seems too unnatural

HildaArlo’s only been gone for a day and I’m already driving myself nuts. It seems inconceivable that a few short weeks ago I still had doubts about our relationship. It’s as though the thought of losing him flipped a switch inside of me, lighting up all the dark, hidden places and showing me the truth.I still shudder in shame when I think about my night of illicit passion with Soren. It was such an awful thing to do, something I would never have believed either of us capable of, but if it hadn’t happened, would I still be vacillating between trusting in my new bond and hankering for what I lost?I hope Soren can find the same peace and happiness that I have. That Cerelia is back with him and she can convince him to let go of his ridiculous determination to depose Arlo. I wish there was something I could do to steer him on to a different course of action. I don’t want him to die. I want him to live his own life and to let Arlo and me live ours.Goosebumps pop out on my arm when I re

Arlo I’m traveling with a small group of my best warriors. Nixie because she’s as fast as the wind. If things go wrong and we need back-up she can outrun anyone. Percy is my Beta and it was another area of contention between me and Hilda. I wanted him to stay behind and guard her, she insisted I should have my strongest fighter by my side.If convincing her to stay hadn’t already been so tough, I would have kept arguing until she saw things my way, but I was terrified she’d change her mind and decide to follow us. She’s more than worthy of being a Luna. Not much can sway her from her course, not even a direct order from her Alpha, I think to myself with a rueful smile.There’s no doubt in my mind anymore that none of my previous ‘mates’ had ever truly been intended for me. The way I feel about Hilda is indescribable. Her presence both electrifies and calms me. The whole world looks different to me now. I never realized how bleak my general outlook was until she came along and splashe

Hilda“You’re not coming along,” Arlo tells me forbiddingly. He makes sure to use a tone that brooks no argument, but I’m brooking anyway, because there’s no way in hell it’s a good idea for us to split up. The mating bond between us is so powerful, that we do everything better when we’re together.I’m a stronger fighter, we both heal faster, we can anticipate the others thoughts and I’m happier when I know Arlo’s within touching distance. What a difference a few days can make in your life when you stop running from what’s right in front of you.“I’m not staying behind either. You can let me travel with the rest of the pack or I’ll follow along behind on my own, the choice is yours,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Hilda, this isn’t a game. Rolf all but admitted Soren’s focus on war is led by his desire to get you back. You’re not going anywhere near him. I’m going to challenge him to a one-on-one fight and we’ll put an end to this once and for all.”His face softens when

Cerelia I can’t say that studying magic has been drearier than I thought. It’s fascinating, eventful, exciting. Maelor is a good teacher and he warms to me very quickly. He’s not what I first expected. He seemed a bit sullen and reluctant, but he’s come out of his shell completely. Throwing himself into our lessons with great fervor.“How exactly did you do it? I understand the talisman was to ward off evil, but on its own it could never have defeated someone as great as Lilith. Did you feed power into it somehow?” He’s been questioning me about it since the first day I got here.“Maelor, if I knew, I’d tell you, I really would. I’m sorry, but it’s all a blur. I was sure I was going to die and I reached for the only weapon I had. I never expected what happened next and it was all so fraught with danger I was flooded with adrenaline. Everything in that moment was strange to me, I can’t remember what I felt like, only what I saw happening to Lilith.”He sighs and pouts for a while. “Wh

Hilda “Dammit, I was sure it’s this way!” Arlo’s frustration is obvious. We’ve been hiking for hours and he keeps having flashes of memory, certain that he’s on the right path and a particular part of the woods looks familiar, until he’d suddenly stop and look confused.“It’s okay, Arlo. We know your mother messed with your memories and probably planted all kinds of traps to lead you astray. We’ll keep trying. One thing every area you’ve led us to has in common, are very large yew trees. Most of the forest is made up of beech and rowan trees, the yews are scarce. Plus they’re associated with magic. I think if we can mark their locations on a map, we may find the place that keeps sliding out of your head.”Arlo pulled me in for a kiss, tilting my head all the way back so I could look up at his tall frame. “Gorgeous, sexy and a genius. I won the mating lottery,” he murmurs huskily, toying with the buttons of my shirt. “Oh dear, one of those seem to have slipped open,” he says in mock r