When I woke, I kept my eyes clamped shut but I could feel the silken sheets of Bram’s bed underneath me, so I knew I hadn’t dreamt the outcome of the Ball. I needed to think things through as quickly as possible. My first instinct was to run as fast as I could to the forest and try to find Alexander, but Fyre scoffed at my immaturity. We are in a real situation here, this is going to need analysing. Let’s boil this down, what does Bram want from us if not the mate bond?
I don’t know, I cried back to Fyre, it’s all insane.
Think, Fyre urged, nobody else can protect us now. What does Bram want?
He wants the prophecy fulfilled, he wants a Fate for a Luna.
Right, Fyre concurred.
The monotony of Bram’s suite was making me low even with all my possessions in there. It had been several days, and all my body wanted to do was run and stretch out all the emotions that were building up inside me. I desperately wanted to talk to Kyra and Ivan as well, it was too painful to wonder what rumours had been spread about me. Mated to Alpha Bram then not seen for three days, they’ll be laughing at how he’s broken me in the bedroom, how he’s so massive I can’t walk now, and I knew Bram would be actively stoking any rumours like that. The few hours I have spent with him have only convinced me further that he isn’t anything compared to his brother.We dine together in silence in the evening then he takes himself into the study and I read in the chair by the window. It wouldn’t surprise me if he snuck out of the study, he’s that quiet but
A servant came and fetched us for supper, like naughty school children being presented to the headmaster we travelled down the corridors, the tension building. I’d chosen to wear my green dress from the other night with Alexander, twinned with a boring cardigan to look more suitable and cover my healing wrists. My hair flowed down past my shoulders in luxurious brown ringlets that gave me a boost of confidence. Bram had a deep forest green shirt paired with his black cloak and a twinned gold and silver brooch. I admired the intricate embroidery of wolves and forestry as we walked, “why do you have such a different cloak to everyone else, is it a tradition?” I asked in a friendly tone. “Because I can” he said firmly and my amazement at his ego continued. He grabbed my hand in a facade of affection and we strolled together, passin
Fyre spun in my head delighted to be near his wolf again I completely forgot my troubles. “What are you doing here then,” I whispered teasingly, putting my hand on my hip mockingly. “Well, if you must know I was planning to leave you some more flowers and disappear, but you’ve gone and ruined my plan with your underhand Fate ways." He grinned back quietly, slowly taking a step in from the balcony towards me allowing my eyes to look him up and down. His black shirt and trousers smothered in his floor length black cape as normal. “I am not a Fate as you well know …and just what were you thinking about the past hour may I ask,” I whispered, my voice breaking into a husky tone as I tried to keep quiet. “Memories,” was his quick retort, the smallest smile breaking from his lips. “I was in the middle of eating dinner with your father!” I whispered and a bass laugh broke from him, it was so deep and gravelly it seemed to vibrate across the floor making me smile whilst gesturing wildly to
The journey to the village of the Fates lasted several days, we had to camp out for two nights in the cars as we travelled across rural abandoned plains. I remained in absolute silence, refusing to speak to Bram or any of the thug Beta’s that accompanied us. As soon as we got back to Silver City, I would be confessing all to Alpha Romanov, and beg to reject the arrangement, I was just Bram’s imaginary fortune-telling golden ticket. I cursed myself for not realising sooner that Bram knew about Alexander, he’d mentioned the curtains in the ballroom during the dance of connection and he would obviously know his brother’s scent. Perhaps the flowers were the final straw, if he knew they’d come from Alexander in my room. Perhaps he’s just a nasty thug Fyre growled who needs putting in place. I hoped with all my being that Alexander was safe, that Bram hadn't made it impossible for him to fi
I have been running for pretty much three days straight now, thankfully my massive black wolf form was strong enough to cover the distance. Though I know I can’t keep pace with their cars, I have been making up the ground while they rest at night. Hydra keeps me focused; I know I am only a few hours behind their location in the village now. Regardless of how exhausted I am, we shall be near her. I didn’t ask her about it the other night, but I saw her wrists that night, green fading from purple. My disgust for Bram bubbled under the surface for doing that to her, they must have been livid in colour originally to still be fading hours later. It took every ounce of strength not to rip Bram’s throat out there and then when I heard breaking glass and her delicate arm flop lifelessly out of the balcony gating. Hydra bayed in anger at the idea someone dare to harm Helena, the centre point of my b
The best sleep I’d had in a week meant I woke just as dawn rose and the light trickled across my bedspread. Positive energy raced through my mind for the first time since the ball. There was no sign of Bram, my door remained securely locked. The only danger was perhaps one of the bodyguards would be on shift, ready to lurk around every move I made until dusk. I quietly got washed and dressed, a close-fitting grey long sleeved tunic over dark black leggings with my dark boots. It wasn’t Luna appropriate, but I didn’t care today. Fyre whirled with excitement at the prospect of finding out more about our history. Just who were the Birazzi’s and where was my future leading me. My dreams remained the same, I was just relieved that Alexander was part of them again. I tested our connection and was thrilled to find a weak pulse, he was s
The path leads me far away from the village until I was surrounded by nothing but fields and long grass. It felt like a never-ending road, doubt started creeping in as to whether I was just going round in circles when I felt a presence. Fearing it was Bram or his Beta’s I jumped off the path into the high grass, waiting to see who was approaching. Finally a tall, broad-shouldered figure cloaked in black strode past me. The scent of woods and spice was immediate. I quickly cried out “Alexander!” as I bolted upright in the long grass a few metres away from him. He stopped in his tracks and turned round steadily, my eyes must have been blazing with gold to him as I looked him up and down, savouring his image in the bright light of day. Alexander remained silent, his muscular body tense but looking straight at me. Suddenly his eyes
Finally the promised small cottage within a cluster of trees appeared into view. I’d sprinted the whole way, hoping that the distance between me and Alexander would help get my head together ready for whatever might come my way and as I slowed down, I felt fear in the pit of my stomach. Fyre wasn’t much use, still reeling from being held by Alexander and wishing we could just go back to him. Just as I completely slowed to a halt the basic wooden door opened, and a girl dressed in the same brown uniform as Azalea came into view. She was about the same age as me and reminded me of Celeste with her porcelain skin and clear blue eyes. She smiled and gestured for me to come inside. I stepped through the threshold and found myself in a completely normal house. My imagination had created cobwebs, cauldrons, and a dark cluttered library of magical tomes but I walked into the nicely decorated parlou