“Swim with me.”
I had never thought Atlas capable of gentle emotions. Things like compassion, kindness, embarrassment, and even joy, seemed above him. Everything about him reminded me of a block of solid ice. From his genuinely disinterested expressions, to his pale skin and icy hair.
You could imagine my surprise when his pale cheeks reddened and those crystalized eyes widened. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, an action I realized was spurred on whenever he felt stressed, overwhelmed or surprised.
That flash of surprise and nervousness that crossed his gaze was quickly smothered, replaced by his usual cocky demeanor. His plush lips twitched into a smirk, and his eyes darted over towards Finn.
“Enjoy each moment together.” Was all Finn had said, “Danger comes, and there will be little time for these precious moments.”
Finn took his leave through the forest, back towards the shimmering smoke that spew
I pulled myself up onto one of the smooth stones that lined the lake, my body near dripping with sweat. I wasn’t sure if it were the fire-magic or Atlas’s soft-spoken words that brought heat rushing to every corner of my body.I had seen Atlas angry, upset, and indifferent—but never full of awe. To be the subject and source of that awe was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was a validation I had never known. Half of my soul accepting the other.“Don’t even think about it.” I warned, eyeing Atlas warily as he swam over to the smooth stone beside me.As usual, Atlas did not listen to me. I had just enough time to turn on my back before Atlas pulled himself up on the stone beside me. I saw a flash of porcelain skin before turning my eyes to the stars that dripped from the sky, and the brilliant clusters of fire that hung like twinkling lights.“Have you always been this innocent?” He smirked, stretchin
“You’d be correct. Naturally, Duke took my side. The minute you left, he realized what a mistake he made bullying you. He chewed me out more times than I could count for rejecting you, but I never had a reason for why I did what I did. Even now—I can’t tell you why I did it, and I hate that I don’t know. I think Shaina wanted to side with us, but Michelle always had a way of sinking her claws in people. Her and Shaina slowly stopped talking and once Michelle realized she’d never get me back, she surrounded herself with new friends. Now, she wants nothing to do with Dean. Your friend is going to be very unhappy with her mate, if she doesn’t reject him the moment she finds out.”“Nicki wouldn’t do that.” I shook my head; certain I was correct. “I talked to her before we left. She’s a lot more accepting than you think, but she also doesn’t play games. If Dean tries to reject her, she’ll giv
While we had come up with a plan days ago, it did nothing to ease the fear in my gut. Part of me had refused to accept that the Fae would come, that they wanted anything to do with me. It all felt like some kind of fever dream. People didn’t just suddenly change species, only to find out they housed an incredible amount of earth-shattering power. Yet, the thick black smoke that spilled into the sky was proof enough. The Fae were here, and they meant business.The plan was such; Finn would lead them as far away as possible while Atlas and I escaped back to his pack. Finn insisted the Fae wanted nothing to do with him and wouldn’t care about his presence. It was me they wanted; it was me they were willing to kill for. They wanted the power that had chosen me, that was now embedded in my body and soul. I knew without a doubt that taking the power from me would leave me dead. I wouldn’t survive a second transformation. I would be left nothing more than a lifeles
“Never did I think you would be the one to find me.” Micah laughed, a sound rich as fresh earth.He waved a hand at the warriors surrounding us, and one by one they lowered their bronze swords. I mindlessly threaded my fingers through Atlas’s fur, briefly marveling at how it felt cool to the touch. The deep rumbling in his chest halted and slowly his hackles lowered.“Here with a shifter, haven’t seen one of those in nearly a hundred years.” One of the men surrounding us mused, his accent thicker than Micah’s but just as musical.The man who had spoken looked just as much a part of the Earth Court as the others. His long mahogany hair was straight, and fell down his shoulders in a sea of silk. His bronze sword was placed at the hip, and strapped to his back was a bow. What drew my attention most was the thick scar running down the length of his angular face.From what Fae I had met so far; they were all pristine a
“Well, that wasn’t worrisome or anything.” Atlas grunted as we followed Elden down a long catwalk, and I couldn’t help but agree.Some of the trees had been hollowed out in the middle, full of intricate carvings that seemed to radiate old magic. Even though the many of the tree’s had been carved into, they thrummed with life. We traveled up a wooden staircase that wrapped around one of the trees, climbing higher and higher into the sky.The stairs let off onto a platform, which lead to one of the many houses carved into the woods. A wooden door made of gold and emerald was built into the tree, as well as multiple windows with green tinted glass.“Someone will bring you food shortly. There will be a change of clothes inside for you.” Elden murmured before leaving Atlas and I to fend for ourselves.The inside of the house was beautiful, much more elaborate than I had thought possible. Directly inside was the bedroom
“So, the catacombs—they have Fae remains in them?” I grimaced.We had left the village within the tree’s and made it back to solid ground. Micah took the lead along with Atlas and I, but had brought along a handful of warriors. They would be stationed just outside the catacombs. While we were safe here for the time being, Micah wanted to take no chances.“They do.” Micah chuckled lightly, “It is only natural that us Earth Fae return to the earth when we pass.”“So much for immortality.” Atlas muttered, his pace faltering for the slightest moment.Nervousness twisted in my gut and I picked up my already fast pace. Atlas wasn’t looking too good. I couldn’t help but glance over at the dark circles lining his eyes, and the pale pallor of his skin. Even his hair looked different. Instead of the dazzling platinum I had come to admire, it was now a washed-out shade of blonde. Each passing se
Atlas and I descended into the darkness. Even with my Fae vision, there was very little light to illuminate the arched walls of the cavern. I briefly grazed my fingertips over the emerald flame and was surprised to find that it was hot to the touch.“You’re surprised that fire is hot?” Atlas chuckled, his laugh rough and somewhat raspy.“It’s green fire, Atlas. I didn’t know if it was different or something.” I snorted, narrowing my eyes at him.“Fire is fire, kitten.” He snickered, wrapping his hand around my out stretched fingers. “Don’t burn yourself.”“I think we need to worry about you right now, not me.” I retorted, turning away from the fire to venture deeper into the cavern.Our voices bounced off the earthen walls, sending echo’s back and forth. I trailed my fingers over the rough surface of the walls, trying to forge that connection Micah was talking
“You—” I exhaled in wonder, taking in the beauty that was Fae Atlas. “You’re Fae.”Atlas had been a beautiful human, but as a Fae—I had never seen anything like it. Even Micah, Finn, and the other Fae I had already met—they were nothing, nothing compared to this.His porcelain skin was creamy and smooth, but also emitted a faint glow. Where his eyes had been lighter than a clear sky, I could now see the wisps of white dancing behind those orbs. The colors merged and separated, caught in an endless dance of beauty and grace. His platinum hair was full and thick, perfectly messy as though it had been professionally styled that way. Every curve of his muscular body had been chiseled from stone by the greatest artists to ever exist. Even his nose, which had been broken during childhood, was perfect and angular. Everything beautiful about him had been amplified during his transformation.I wondered if I looked the same
One Year Later āYou could be over here with your true mate and not sweating your ass off, but noāviolence prevails.ā I sighed dramatically, grabbing a grape, and plopping it into my mouth. Atlas was easily a hundred feet away, his skin porcelain and shimmering with sweat. I eyed the thick muscles that spanned his shoulders and back, running down the length of his thick arms. āWell, I guess the view isnāt that bad.ā āSpeak for yourself, I love a little violence to start off my day. Nothing gets the blood pumping like political intrigue, vigorous training or a good old-fashioned fight.ā Nicki grinned manically, leaning against the thick truck of the tree she sat in front of. Her chestnut hair had lightened from spending the year in Liamās court, beneath the blistering sun and thick humidity. It now held golden undertones that matched her tanned skin. The dress she wore was bound at the shoulders with golden pins and reminded me of the Greek goddesses taught in
I pulled Nicki into my arms, my heart swelling with the strength of my best-friend. I said nothing because Nicki needed no reassurance. She could see the flame that burned within her as well as everyone else; Nicki never once doubted her place in the world, or her own importance. Even on my darkest days, when Atlasās rejection sapped the happiness from even the smallest of things, the undying confidence Nicki had in herself and the people she loved fueled me. Once Dustin appeared and dragged her away, I was able to catch up with Liam and see how things were goingāand to get some elaboration on the previously mentioned assassination attempt. Atlas had kept his snarling to a minimum when Liam pulled me in for a bear hug, even if his eyes were hardened shards of granite afterwards. āReally, it was awful. Not even a whole-hearted attempt.ā Liam shook his head, disappointment for the unskilled assassin. His lips twitched into a smirk, and the teasing note in his v
Three Months LaterMy stomach was twisted with nerves and excitement as I stood beneath the magically crafted arch of waterlilies and cherry blossoms Tyra herself had created. Atlas was at my side, his arm looped through mine as I leaned against him for support.We were initially skeptical about the pure white flowers, but the delicate aroma they emitted was well worth it. Clusters of tulips, orchids, and peonies were strewn throughout the courtyard, which had been completely remodeled for the grand ball I had been planning for months now.With Atlas by my side, I stood atop a long staircase looking down at the arduous work of countless fae, myself included. It was easy to forget about the sprawling crowd down below, watching us with interested and eager eyes.From the decorations to the guest list, I had full reigns of this project. Of course, I had a near endless supply of assistants at my side, all of which were introduced to me by Alette and Adelina.
Micah and Liam could only stay for a few short days, each one packed full of planning and introductions. Micah and Finn were helping Atlas and Liam, teaching them the differences between High Lord and Alphaāthough they technically were both. We hadnāt figured out a way back to the human realm, but there was plenty here to keep us busy; for now. Our first day in the castle, Alette confided in me that during the last moments of battle, she had flung a gust of ice and rage at Aralia, sending her flying into a portal. I followed Alette through the castle, while Adelina rejoiced over the fact that Melia was alive and well, along with her five sisters. āThereās no way she would have survived it. Not when it hit her square in the chest like that.ā Alette insisted, her eyes welded forwards as we wandered the maze-like halls of the castle. She knew where she was going without a fault, while I had become lost an hour ago. āI assumed she would end up here, in th
Nicki and Dustin had taken charge, helping the newly turned Fae that came through the wall. Every five minutes another blinding flash of light would appear, leaving spots that danced in our vision and more fae in our wake.My attention momentarily flickered over to Atlas, who was speaking with a group of warriors, some of which had passed through days ago. Duke stood at his side, silent but always watching. A flash of midnight hair and clothing darker than the night sky appeared from the western corridor. Ambrose, High Lord of the Night Court’s slender form appeared from around the corner.Ambrose was the only one to have improved in looks after the battle we had all endured. He had been thin before, a testament to the damage his sister had done on his body and court. His face had filled out since the battle ended; his slim frame now etched in lean muscle. He approached Atlas and Duke, nodding at the various warriors who bowed in his midst.“Oh, don&
We formed a line, with each of us walking in pairs of four.Most who chose not to pass through lingered, watching with eyes that bordered on curiosity and fear. It was that flicker of curiosity that gave me hope, because sooner or later they might feel the call of this place.There was a part of me that trembled with excitement, almost desperate to return to the vibrant colors and scents, and the rush of magic within every gust of wind and drop of water. I wanted to learn the secrets of this realm and explore the hidden corners of the court under Atlas’s rule, mastering the wild magic that fluttered in my chest.Another part of me, the small part that would always remain mortal, mourned the memories, and ghosts I was leaving behind.At the very back of the line were the warriors. A sea of metal headpieces and colorful armor stood out as fae from every court gathered. Those who fought to the death days ago, now walked side-by-side.There had b
Surprise and indecision rippled across countless werewolves faces as the word spread, and they finally began to understand the decision that lie ahead. I never enjoyed public speaking. Having the attention of so many eyes burning into my skin was unsettling, but I wasnāt alone. Along with the steadying presence of Atlas beside me, I had friends who had stood by me through all of this. Each of us had taken turns speaking, sharing our story and what we had come to learn. I told the crowd what I had done, merging the two realms together, separating them with a wall of pure magic. It was the only choice I had, the only thing that would have saved them both. The very connection that brought our realms together would have destroyed us both. It was Atlas who revealed the truth of the past, that werewolves were not from the human realm. A very small few of us had come here a long time ago, forgoing immortality for this new world. The only thin
Something rippled behind Liam, towards the center of the charred circle of earth.The scent of rain filled my nose, marred only by the slightest hint of blood. The fae and werewolves must have been busy, identifying and burning the dead. My heart threatened to sink for the families who had lost loved ones in the battle, but I couldn’t let myself drown in the emotion, forever stuck in the past. I needed to press forward.The ground crunched beneath my feet, and I stopped when Liam placed a hand on my shoulder. I tilted my head, watching closely as the sun crested the trees, hitting the spot where we all stood.It looked like a thin film that spanned west and east, far into the sky where it vanished within the fiery light of the sun. I marveled at how it shimmered, the colors rippling like shaky water. When its color rippled like that, it was near impossible to see through. There seemed to be nothing on the other side, just the rest of the park.&ldqu
I woke Atlas as the sun began streaming through the curtains, turning his platinum hair silver. His eyelids were pale blue, the dark circles beneath an even deeper shade.He shifted in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing as he felt my guilt. He really was exhausted.I tried to pry at the thick arms that were wound around my torso, pinning me to his chest. His plush lips moved as he mumbled, letting out a satisfied hum as he tightened his hold.The voices coming from the first floor of the house were growing louder. Tyra and Dustin were talking, heading through the kitchen and towards the stairs that would lead to Atlas and me.I smirked and pinched his bicep, “Tyra and Dustin are seconds away from knocking on this bedroom door. Either I can get you up, or they can.”A surprised yelp escaped my mouth when he rolled in bed, never once loosening his grip on me. My legs dangled uselessly as he stood from the bed, holding me against his chest.