Scarlett’s POVIt took me a long time to fall asleep, even though I was exhausted. Being stuck in that limbo between being awake and asleep reminded me vaguely of being in the coma, though the memories of that time were hazy and odd to me now. Had I been able to hear? Had I been stuck in my body, unmoving, as I was now?I sighed and rolled over. The hut I’d been given was nice enough, if a little basic – just four walls constructed of stacked logs, with no windows, a single stooped door, and a bare-bones dirt floor, covered by a thin, well-worn rug that had seen better days. I had a bed, a crooked old thing with a moth-eaten mattress, but it was comfortable enough and the duvet was warm. There was even a dresser with a candle on it. No, my surroundings weren’t the problem. I was.Eventually, though, my exhaustion pulled me under.My dreams were as turbulent as my waking life. I felt as though I was drowning in syrup, unable to breathe, unable to swim up or down or even turn my head. I
Enzo’s POVI blinked, and Marla was gone.My eyes widened. My jaw dropped.She was – Gone.Just like that. Just like she’d stepped through a portal, only that was impossible, because she had just touched a stone. A random, innocuous stone. That shouldn’t happen. That shouldn’t be possible. There were portals between the four Wolven Realms, all official, all accounted for, and all broken since Alpha Ryker had used mine for his own nefarious purposes. Travel between the Realms hadn’t happened in months.But what other explanation was there?“Where is she?” I barked, grabbing Davin by the shoulders. “Where’s she gone?”To his credit, Davin didn’t point out that he’d told us not to touch it. He just stood tall and said, with only a slightly downwards tint to his eyes, “I’m afraid I don’t know.”I let go of his shoulders before I could shake him. Knotting my hands together, I took a big step back from the stone. I kept staring at it like it would reveal its true nature to me if only I loo
Scarlett’s POVNow that I was free, I felt more trapped than ever.I groaned as I got out of the bed. My knees ached and, sure enough, when I shucked off the duvet to inspect them, they were bruised. But how? I felt as though I’d been beaten up, but all I’d done was sleep.My eyes found the handcuffs. Had they played a part in that bizarre nightmare fest? A knock on the door startled me. It was hard enough to rattle it on its hinges.“Scarlett,” called Ryker. “Breakfast.”Icy fear sluiced down my spine. I didn’t want to go out there. I couldn’t face him. Not after last night…I shook myself and ran my fingers through my tangled hair. “Oh, and Scarlett?”Finding my voice was difficult but, after a pause, I managed to reply with a timid, “Yeah?”“I’ve got some clothes for you. Can I open the door?”I swallowed hard. “Sure. Yes, please. Thank you.”Why was this feeling so familiar? Fear and cowardice and shame tangled together in a barbed knot, writhing through my chest. Ryker’s hand
Enzo’s POVI couldn’t find Marla anywhere. Eventually the guard came over, his ruddy face drawn, his crinkled eyes tired, and patted me on the shoulder. “I’ll bet she’s gone, my boy, and I couldn’t be more sorry for you. But she isn’t here. We’ve gone over every inch of the castle grounds, and there’s been neither hide nor hair of her. Other than my colleagues there’s not a soul in sight.”I sagged under his kind touch. “I know. You’re right. I just hate feeling like I’m giving up on her.”He squeezed my shoulder. “You aren’t. But there’s nothing else you or I can do for her right now. Get some rest, charge your phone, and see if she doesn’t show up come morning.”* * *I found a cheap hotel on the outskirts of the city centre. I borrowed some pounds from the kind guard, just enough to buy a phone charger, sat in McDonald’s to charge it, ignoring the bored looks of the staff and, when it was charged enough to turn back on, I got Davin to help me use my online banking. Once I had some
Scarlett’s POVThe blood rushed from my face. Ice splintered through my whole body. He looked furious, full of burning vengeance; his cheeks had turned an unflattering shade of puce and his lips were pulled back from his teeth in an ugly snarl. Spittle slicked the corners of his mouth.What was I doing? I must have a shred of self-preservation somewhere, surely? Bu no, I’d thrown myself into the fire for Priestley, literally just because he’d smiled at me once or twice and been kind.And now Alpha Ryker was going to kill me. I mean, sure, he’d just saved me, but the look on his face blurred with last night’s dream, and suddenly I was convinced that my life was about to end. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew that Ryker was capable of destroying me.He took a single, purposeful step towards me, dragging Priestley with him. Time itself seemed to slow down. I saw every flex of his muscles, every twitch of his eye, felt the thud of his foot reverberating through the earth and heard the
Enzo’s POVI sighed. I didn’t have the energy to fight him. He’d won. He would always win. “Of course you did,” I replied, sidling over to Bennett and eyeing him cautiously. He knew, of course, that I would do as such, and he leant towards me a fraction of a second before I could. Our noses brushed; I recoiled.“You’re going to ask why I’m here.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “And then a litany of more, very boring, questions. Fortunately for you, Strength, the time has come to answer them. But can we at least have this conversation somewhere more comfortable than this?” He wrinkled his nose at the cool stone walls and slate floors. “Somewhere less… grey?”“You’re quite clearly the one that chose this location, not me.” I dragged a hand through my hair and sighed again, pointedly this time. “You’ll really answer my questions?”“Scout’s honour.” He patted his chest.I groaned. “Fine. But we’re going somewhere that serves alcohol. And you’re paying.”* * *I felt much better after Bennet
Scarlett’s POVI bent double, panting hard. “I yield,” I hissed, licking blood from my split lip. “I yield.”I’d needed a distraction, so I’d come to afternoon training. Priestley had mostly healed from his mild strangulation that morning, but he’d offered to take it easy for today and work with me.Alpha Ryker had nodded approvingly, but there had been something dark and glittering in his icy eyes. “She’ll need to be able to defend herself. Good idea, Warrior Wolf.”So that was how I’d ended up like this: surrounded by grunting warriors, arm sagging, exhausted from trying – and failing – to block punch after punch. Priestley swore he was going easy on me; I swore he wasn’t. I spat blood and shook my head.“Sorry.” His face twisted. “I’m not used to fighting someone that isn’t a Warrior Wolf. Maybe we should try in our shifted forms? You might have more of a chance that way.” His sombre expression tugged up into a grin. “No offence.”I rolled my eyes at him. “None taken.” The joy died
Enzo’s POVOur relationship, no matter what else it was, was certainly begrudging. “What do I tell my Beta and Gamma?” I muttered, following Bennett to something called a Mega Bus. My gaze kept shifting around, though it wasn’t to take in the sights and scenery of Cardiff. I trusted him less today than I did yesterday – because he’d got me so drunk I hadn’t been able to walk straight. He’d paid for us to spend the night in a nicer hotel, which had irked me more than if we’d got back to my grotty one because I hadn’t been sober enough to take any notice of it.Had he got me drunk on purpose? Had he known exactly what to say and do to get me to cave? I hated not knowing which elements of my life were being nudged into the right direction for his means.“You have the perfect reason to delay your return,” he said. My head throbbed. How many long island iced teas had I had last night? “I do?”Bennett sighed. “Are you a particularly slow specimen, or is this simply what it’s like for tho