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
MARE His words break me like glass. We are still staring each other down. Chase walks in and severs the trance. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to his side. Zeke glances at where my hand is joined to my Alpha's. Irritation flashes in his eyes. It shocks me because I don't expect to get a reaction out of him. "What brings you to Red Valley?" Chase jutts his chin and weilds an unfriendly tone. "If I didn't know better, I'd ask my general to arrest you. The most wanted man in the Red pack until today." "I came to deliver my message, Chase Erickson...through your methods, of course. Trespassing. I just hope I was clear to your Luna." His call brings me out of my trance again. I've been lost in thought throughout, frozen at Chase's side with a thudding heart. But I remember I'm no longer vulnerable. A threat like this shouldn't bring me to my knees. "You were clear, but I've not been clear," I say, fueling my voice with the anger I feel at him for turning against me, even though it w
ZEKE She's happier than I thought she would be, adapting well enough to her situation. I saw her there, and she was nothing that I imagined she would be. At peace. Maybe I was wrong to think otherwise, but that didn't matter anymore. She's dead to me. I chug down a bottle of bourbon alone in the confines of the room Chantria prepared. Unbuttoning my shirt, I settle into an armchair, taking constant swigs to quell my spinning thoughts, but Marelyn keeps coming back to haunt my mind. Seeing her again, so close, affected me in different ways. I sigh, drinking more until the bottle is emptied. A knock sounds on my door, and I head over to check who it is. I fastened the button of my shirts back. There's a maid on the other side of the door when I open it up. I see the way heat creeps up her neck. She's flustered by the sight of me and not scared. Still, there's no part of me that wants to want another woman. My wolf is pretty adamant, too. After kissing Alexis, I realised I may have
Chantria scoffs. "You don't even have an heir. The moon goddess's curse sticks like sweat on your skin." I work my jaw. Anger flashes in my eyes at the thought of everything that had just transpired before my coming here. I had an offspring. One that would have brought me the answers to my revenge. I would have left everything for Thorin. Zane says quietly, "I have a son. You don't." "We are brothers facing the same curse. You don't have to pretend before me." "Pretend?" Zane's tone hardens. "Your child is a fake." Chantria slams her palm on the table and shakes it like a quake. She's furious as she stands on her feet. "That's enough from you, Zeke! How dare you call the Alpha of Moon Wood's child a fake?" "Because that child neither carries silver blood nor the celtic symbols of fire and water." Chantria says, "As far as I'm concerned, your words are inconclusive." "Should we do it, then? Gather all of Carodia and show them that the royal family of Moon Wood lied to protect