Nostalgia sets in as Chase extends an open palm. I take it and climb out from the boat at Carodia's harbour. We are dressed differently from the people around us. I'm in an ankle-length dark blue gown with a noodle strap hand, and he's in a tee and jeans, too. It's late at night when we arrive. "Are you up for a run in the woods?" "Don't we have a feast to get to?" I turn to him on the stave. He steps closer. "Marelyn, we call the shots here. I think we both could use these last free hours before we face our wolves. What do you say?" I think about it. I've not had a good run in months. The full moon hangs in the night sky gloriously. It's a sight to behold. When I look at it, my wolf feels it. I'm stuck in Red Valley for good. This is my last chance as a free person. "Would you fancy losing to your Luna, Chase?" "I'm faster." He declares with his eyes on me. The raven dismisses himself and leaves us to it. He bows before walking away with a brown envelope in one hand. Money
Her tawny brown hair is matted and hasn't been washed for weeks. She looks different from how I left her. When Chase said Ruby meant nothing to him, I didn't know this is what I would find. A slave. "Ruby." She averts her gaze and wipes the spot underneath her eyes with her finger. I see the way she tightens her hold on the basket in her hand. I ask. "What happened to you, Ruby?" "Chase Erickson happened." She smiles ruefully. I know I've heard those words before. Zeke had said them to me when I woke up at the hospital, and he carried me home. I pause for a moment because thoughts about him always make me feel things I shouldn't feel. I hate him. I remind myself that. "Can we talk?" She eyes my clean clothes and hair and snarls. "Why? Did you come here to gloat, Mare? I see that bastard is finally treating you right." "Ruby, don't say that. We have a lot to talk about. You're still my sister." "But are you still mine?" My lips quiver in hurt. "At least invite me in."
ZEKE I'm surviving on alcohol that does nothing to reduce the pain. Pack matters have been unattended for days. I live inside clubs now, combing through different calibres of women, but none can compare. It's unlike me to act this, but Marelyn's departure turned my world upside down, and I don't know how to reverse it. I'm stuck in limbo, looking for my saviour. Talking doesn't help, but Drusila has been trying to get me to do that for days. She's persistent, but the way I'm broken is far worse. Nothing can penetrate. Today, I'm home and in the living room flipping through channels. I settle on a channel showing a movie I starred in last fall. It's about a girl whose mother died of cancer, and she was forced to live with Foster parents and attend a new high school. I played the evil teacher, who ended up being the star character in the show. Maybe I've dealt my career a huge blow by standing the director for the new series up, but I'm in a phase where everything just feels numb.
I freeze, but I don't show too much on my face. Silence falls like a stone between us, or like a large rock. It's heavy and tense. She stands there, waiting for a reaction out of me. "Drop the act. Say it." She taunts with a frown on her face. I'm certain she didn't expect the roles to be reversed in this manner. I cross my arms over my chest and spare a lopsided grin. "No." I whisper while leaning in. "I won't give you what you want." She fumes, glaring daggers at my back as I walk away. My hand meets the car door handle when I hear her voice right behind me. "Gene Everdeen!" I do not want to freeze this time. I want to take the news like it's nothing, but how do I do that when it's clearly something? Alexis pulls my shoulder, forcing me to face her. I let her because I have no words. "Yes, Zeke. Marelyn's mother. The last bloodline silver werewolf killed your mother. The woman carrying your child is the enemy." I grip the roof of the car with claws. It's the second car
KYRA I breathe in the air in Carodia. It's fresh and new, certainly been a while. A too long while since I've been here. My family didn't want me leaving Moon Wood, but I have always been a rebel. I joined Zeke's pack because I wanted to annoy my parents. But it was the best decision I have ever made. It's been years since I set my eyes on them, yet I don't know why I don't stop by at the house. Instead, I come here. To the tavern. Being the delinquent child I was, I always visited the tavern, even though I was underage. I caused trouble most of the time and picked pockets. Now I'm here to have a good drink. I'm almost nineteen, and that has to do. I laugh to myself and walk up to the man behind the wooden counter. He drops a jug before me after I place my order. I settle into the long stool and begin drinking in silence. There are wolves playing cards at a corner, some gambling, and a few others arm wrestling. They all look intriguing to me. I've forgotten what life in Carodia lo
MARE Kyra's here. That thought hasn't settled with me in the past few seconds. I'm still wide-eyed with shock. She's standing in the hallway of Chase's Manor, right outside my door. I'm stooped. I take a few steps back. She walks in, shutting the door behind her, and pressing a finger to her lips. Kyra mouths. "Where is he?" I understand she means Chase, and I look around me, wrapping my arms around my torso. "He's not here. Chase is with Loki in the throne room." She relaxes and does something that completely surprises me. Kyra hugs me. It's a warm hug with meaning. I hug her back and remember everything about New York. Even the pleasant memories have turned unpleasant to me. "How have you been?" She pulls away, holding my shoulders at an arm's stretch away. I mutter. "Okay." She studies me for a second and releases my shoulder. My energy doesn't match hers, and I know she can feel it. There's a shift somewhere that's as noticeable as a white light. Kyra shakes her head.
ZEKE They are all watching me. I smirk at the confused look on my brother's face. I'm about to give Carodia a show they will remember for ages. A ball of water forms between my palms. It's small like a rain drop, but slowly, it grows. They glimpse just a shard of my power, and I hear the loud murmurs and gasps. "A legacy! We've only known the firelink, who's our king." "He's controlling water. Who is he?" The voices spring from all angles in the arena. I can hear every word and every sound, but I'm only just getting started. They will soon know how I'm possible. Chantria's biggest secret will be out in the open. "He's a fake! A witch! That's the only explanation for the rogue's strength." Zane tilts his head and speaks to his pack's general at his side. He's speaking through a mind link, but I get the silent message. He wants him to attack. Greg Mason pulls out his sword and flashes towards me in the arena. He's angry. I suspend the ball in the air and raise my palms. Two fing
"Your throne." I want to tell him just that, but I don't get the words past my mouth. It's not time yet. I should get to know Zane better. Give him a chance. He may not be as bad as the woman who gave birth to him. "I'm here because I want my pack to be recognised for what it is. A pack. I refuse to be dubbed as a rogue. Moon Grove will be recognised in Carodia and given a spot." He only looks at me now. I don't know what he's thinking, but he is thinking. Zane releases his hands clasped behind him and says, "We are brothers, Zeke. I apologise for all the years of hunting you. Of course, you are welcome in my home and land." I'm sceptical about believing him, but I try my hardest to do that. Zane apologised, but from what I know about Chantria, she's the type to always want something in return. "Live long, Alpha Zane." I bow because of the moment, ready to kiss as many feet until I get what I want. "But." He faces me fully, studying me for a second. "There is something I want