JASMINEIf the guards and poor Anna Crawford were any indication, the man would surely slam me against the floor and crush my head. He had done it to the guards so easily, and I wasn’t foolish enough to think my skull was any tougher than theirs had been. I knew that there was a strong chance that I was about to die.Regret crashed over me as I pictured my twin sister’s face. The face that was identical to mine. I wouldn’t get to say goodbye, wouldn’t get to tell her that I loved her one last time. I wouldn’t get the chance to tell her how proud I was of her for ruling House Madden so justly compared to our ancestors. She was the greatest leader our House had ever had and I was so happy that she was the one to preside over it.I wished that I had stopped to see her first. Now I wouldn’t have the chance to tell her or the King about the Crawfords.As my lungs screamed, I braced for more pain.I squeezed my eye shut and waited for the sound of my skull scracking. But that moment didn't
EVELYNAs I stared back at the returned Jack Elrod, I felt a pang in my heart and my lower lip trembled. Half of his face was hidden under the mask, but he appeared calm and confident nonetheless.His pearl-white smile sent a shiver down my spine and as hard as I tried to imagine the old face of my former fiance… I couldn’t. There was a sharpness to his canines that scared me, like his fangs hadn’t fully retracted after changing back into his human form. His smile had never been like this before, not when we knew each other.And then there was the matter of his offer…Of course, I wanted to reunite with my family. I wanted to hug my parents and sister again, tell them how much I’d missed them over the past year. Little Emma was probably so big now. I wanted to make up for the time lost more than anything.But I didn’t trust Jack, not even a little bit. An offer to reunite me with the rest of the Caddels surely was enticing but I had to resist.“No,” I heard Cole hiss behind me. I didn’
EVELYNJack laughed, a cold hollow sound. It was cruel, terrible, and if I was capable of flinching, I would have done so. To my horror and fear, I was, still not yet released from this frozen, muted state my former fiance had left me in.Who is this man? I wondered. Who really is this man I used to know? Where is the Jack who was so kind to me, so kind to everyone? It almost feels like another person wearing Jack’s skin, pretending to be him.Cole’s older brother approached him slowly."Very interesting, Cole,” Jack assessed with a cold gaze. “You never seem to learn," I noticed Cole’s wolf form starting to shrink into itself—his excessive blood loss preventing him from maintaining it. I knew he would soon return to his normal form and I ached knowing the weakness in his body would keep him from protecting himself from any potential attacks.I braced myself as my heart pounded in my chest and my stomach twisted as if there were a knife buried deeply in it. It pained me to be so paraly
EVELYNCole’s words echoed in the tense air.I don’t know where you learned it. But it seems you’ve somehow mastered dark magic.It was a terrifying thought but as I remained pinned against the brick wall, unable to speak, I knew Cole was right. This was more than mere wolf strength and progress. No, this was something else entirely, something wicked, twisted, and illegal in this land. Magic in Ozora was long since outlawed.How did Jack manage to learn such dark arts?And how long had this power been present within him? During the War of Princes? Just after?A million questions ran through me as I tried to understand what was happening. I tried to growl but I was still mute, unable to utter a single word or sound. It was pure agony. I could feel the sensation of forming words and yet I couldn’t utter a single noise. My throat hurt from the effort and the sensation of my wrists caught somehow against the brick wall only made it so much worse.Knowing I was powerless, I fixed my gaze a
JASMINEFlynn wiped his face and let out a heavy sigh, while Leila watched me intently, as if seeking support for her wild theory. I had been following her words closely, but her last theory didn’t sit well with me.Magic... that was beyond imagination.I grimaced at the very idea and then spoke. "That’s a bold speculation, Leila, one I’m not sure about.”"Ah, you don’t believe me," Leila huffed, her golden brown eyes narrowing in irritation.. "What about the mind-linking, Jasmine? You saw it yourself-""But that’s because of the potion the coachman said they took," I replied patiently, though I was anything but."Exactly!" Flynn’s sister said, staring at me intently. "Magic doesn’t just come out of thin air. People without a magical lineage need substrates to perform sorcery. That’s how magic sometimes works. Or can you offer another explanation?"She glanced between me and Flynn, a dark, arched eyebrow raised as if to challenge the Beta and I. Flynn absently ran a hand through his th
JASMINEThe room fell silent at the mere idea of Jack Elrod pulling off such a scheme, and Leila and I exchanged a glance with one another. I knew her expression directly mirrored mine but the weariness in her eyes made me worry.My own dropped to the ground as I pondered the idea of the Prince faking such a loss and then faking his own death was a lot to handle and I shook my head as I tried to wrap my head around it.“Don’t forget it was Frank Crawford who stabbed him and made us believe he was dead,” Flynn added. “He was the one who delivered the ‘final’ blow. Perhaps it wasn’t as final as we thought.”Knowing the conflict between our Houses, I stiffened at the mere thought of the Crawfords and my mouth drew into a thin line.I lifted my eyes and met Flynn’s gaze.Right.I had thought the same. It was a plot.But why would Jack Elrod want to fake his own death? How would it have benefited him to disappear and pretend that he’d lost his life in the battle?“Now you’re starting to bel
JASMINEIt turned out that I shouldn’t have tried to prove I was alright.During the conflict, the man had literally created a hole in my belly, and I quickly began to feel feverish after talking with the Hart siblings. I tried my best to maintain a calm disposition, but a headache started to flare along with some severe aches and chills.I knew I was hurt but I didn’t know the extent of it.Our discussion didn’t uncover any useful information, except for the name of the mysterious kingdom that Leila claimed to be the origin of magic.Tiryn.Flynn was the first to notice my discomfort,.“It’s time to leave,” he said to Leila curtly. “ Lady Jasmine needs rest.”Leila’s golden brown eyes flashed over to me and she scanned me for a moment, like she wanted to counter the idea so we could talk more about the subject, but finally, when I sat down, she seemed to understand the gravity of my situation.Politely, she said goodbye, and then Flynn escorted her out.Outside the door, I heard a sm
JASMINEAs his dark eyes met mine, I felt a small spark and it became a struggle to maintain his gaze.It would be a lie to say that I didn’t find Flynn very attractive, though I knew it was improper to think that way in a situation like this.Still, his strong jaw, full lips, and rich black braided hair were undeniably handsome. He was the perfect combination of softness and sharpness. TAs his mouth turned into a soft smile, I forced myself to look away. Those lips of his, that small but genuine smile…If Addison had known what I was thinking, she would surely have laughed at me. My twin had always said that I tended to pick the most boringly upright men in the world, that they were the only ones that I preferred. She often inferred that I was incapable of choosing a great man.I had never agreed with her. Though we looked identical in every way, we had different tastes in men. We couldn’t have been more different in that regard.I had never thought Addison had ever been truly attra
EVELYNMrs. Lance had been lying. I didn’t know why. But there were only two reasons people lied—out of fear or as part of a calculated scheme. And I didn’t think Mrs. Lance feared us.I charged up the stairs, two steps at a time. then sprinted down the corridor. Kicking open Emma’s door, I was thankful that my instincts had pushed me to act.A tall, muscular figure, draped in a black cape stood at Emma’s bedside, his hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries into low whimpers.Rage ignited in my chest.“Get away from her!” I snarled, extending my claws and lashing out at the figure without hesitation.The man staggered back, startled by my sudden movement. His motion was slow, clumsy, and clearly not skilled in combat. He barely managed to dodge my first strike, and as I slashed again, he toppled to the floor, struggling to rise.“Evelyn!” Emma cried, and I rushed to scoop her into my arms. At that moment, Oakley burst through the doorway, breathless. His confused expression qu
EVELYNI love him too, I thought. I had loved him since our first kiss, since the first flutter of my heart, from the first delicate stir of butterflies in my stomach. I loved him even in the moments I hated it—when I cursed him, when I cursed myself for falling into him, for letting the intoxicating euphoria consume me.I wanted to tell him this, but my teeth clenched too tightly around my lip to speak, and the lump in my throat choked my words.“I’m a jerk, Evelyn,” Cole muttered, rubbing his face with a heavy sigh. His back remained to me, still honoring his promise. “I didn’t understand what love was. I spent my life denying I even needed it. There was a hole inside me, and I tried to fill it with anger, with hatred, with indifference. But you… you were the one who showed me what I was really craving. Even when I was terrified of being controlled by Augus, I found some twisted happiness in knowing how hard you tried to save me.”“And how do you know I wasn’t doing it for some othe
EVELYNWe spent the rest of the morning discussing potential resolutions for Augus’s future attack. Mrs. Lance kindly brought us breakfast: scrambled eggs, slices of ham, and nettle tea for Emma, who had woken briefly but fell back asleep after a few sips.Sylvia joined us shortly after checking on Lord Albert and Elsa. She said that while Lord Albert's condition was stable and he was expected to wake soon, Elsa’s state was far more complicated – and less hopeful. Her nervous system had been severely damaged by long-term manipulation of magic, and her desire to recover was minimal.“The effectiveness of healing magic depends on one’s will to live,” Sylvia had said.I found Oakley sitting beside Elsa’s bed when I went to check on her. She lay motionless, pale and unconscious, visibly more emaciated than I’d seen her last. Bruises marred her face and neck like dark, painful flowers.When Oakley heard me approach, he looked up, his face etched with a rare grave expression. I wondered if
EVELYNWhile Cole and I proceeded toward my family's room, Oakley and Sylvia turned right at the staircase, separating from us to check on Lord Albert and Elsa, who had been placed on the other side of the corridor. Sylvia offered to assist them with her healing abilities, and Oakley expressed a reluctance to get involved in any private conversations.I had expected Aiden to follow us, as he seemed as deeply concerned about my family as I was. But instead, he trailed behind Oakley. When our eyes met for a brief moment, he quickly looked away, lowering his head to avoid my silent question.It was clear he was trying to avoid me, even though I hadn’t directly asked anything. His behavior had been distant ever since he awoke from the enchantment. Silent for most of the time, and when he did speak, it was never to me. I had no idea what was going through his mind, but I didn’t have the strength to press him for answers—not when I was so consumed with the anxiety of seeing my family, and w
EVELYNThe air grew chilly as we ran through the forest in our wolf forms. It might have been the morning dew dampening my fur, or perhaps the panic surging through my veins. I forced myself to focus on the solid earth beneath my paws, trying to push away the creeping dread gnawing at the edges of my mind. If I didn’t, the fear that my little sister might already be in the wizard’s grasp would overwhelm me.We slowed as Aiden sniffed the path, tracking the path to the safehouse where my family was being sheltered. Oakley dipped his wolf head low, allowing Sylvia, who had been riding on his back, to dismount. She clutched her chest and leaned against a nearby trunk, taking a deep breath. Her face was pale from the speed of the ride. I wondered if she had ever ridden a werewolf before, even though she had lived in Hescor for so long. But judging by her retching and the greenish tint to her face, it was clear she wasn’t fond of the experience.Oakley joined Aiden, studying the trail as h
EVELYN“But if you’re wondering why Augus…” Sylvia spoke up again, but she quickly paused, frowning as if considering the words she was about to say. Then, with a deep sigh, she added, “I have no idea why you werewolves seem to carry magical blood or what Augus has discovered about it.”I looked at her, pursing my lips. The unease I felt when Augus called werewolves magical weapons lingered in my chest. I didn’t think he had just meant to sneer and degrade us as mere objects.“He found it behind the Chamber of Secrets,” I said.Sylvia’s frown deepened. “How do you know…”I turned my gaze toward the flickering firelight and explained what had happened earlier—how Augus had disguised himself as Seb and tricked us all, how Leila had brought a book with a ruse that only the King of Tiryn could read. My heart ached dully as I recounted the memory. “I think the ruse confirmed Augus’s theory, and that’s probably why he acted so boldly afterward, to prove his suspicions.”I fell silent for a
EVELYNI gazed beyond the campfire. The sky was still dark, as if every single star in the heavens had been wiped from existence, never to return. As if dawn would never come.“Apparently, not everyone in Tiryn supports their King’s ambitions,” Flynn said, tossing more dry twigs into the flames.After we’d escaped the alleyway, we had reunited with Flynn, who’d discovered the trick Augus had played to distract him. Now, hidden behind the thickets in the forest near the House of Fox—guarded by his troop and without any blue-eyed soldiers lurking to catch us off guard—we could finally rest and contemplate our situation. We perched on a pair of logs in a circle, the campfire lighting our faces.The flickering flames illuminated our eyes as we listened to Flynn’s revelation about what he’d learned. In the firelight, everyone’s faces seemed ghostly.I shifted on my perch, stretching my stiff legs when Cole spoke up.“Where’s the informer?” His hand tightened around mine, and a crease forme
EVELYNPerhaps we should keep an eye on Augus, wait for the right moment to strike—surprise him when he’s unprepared. But we were too stunned to act. Jack’s death seemed to stir something in the air around us. The draft that had once been light in the alleyway grew stronger, though, in that moment, I wondered if it was still just a draft.The sky suddenly shrouded in thick clouds, obscuring the moon entirely. A storm seemed imminent—a storm that could hardly be a natural occurrence. I wasn’t sure if it was relevant, but I recalled the time when King Theodore died, and a tempest raged for days, as if the world itself mourned the loss of a monarch.The stomping of footsteps broke the tension. I turned my gaze toward the soldiers. The puppets began marching toward us, their blank faces and eyes gleaming with a sinister flash.“He’s running,” Oakley shouted, pointing at a flicker of blue light moving swiftly in the opposite direction, away from the approaching swarm of soldiers. “Should w
EVELYN“I’m no gambler,” Cole said sharply.Augus snorted. “I’m afraid that’s a gamble you can never refuse, young King.” He stepped back a few paces, muttering a spell under his breath, and the sapphire dagger rose into the air.My body tensed as I grabbed Stephanie’s arm, bracing for the attack. My nerves were on high alert.But instead of the mindless onslaught I expected, the uncontrolled soldiers closed in around Augus, encircling him like a protective wall.Confusion twisted in my gut, but before I could make sense of it, I felt Stephanie’s body stiffen beside me. She pulled away, shrugging off my hand with startling coldness, and rose to her feet.“Stephanie—” I called out, but my words died in my throat when I saw her eyes. There was nothing left in them. Just emptiness. Just like the soldiers.I remembered Augus’s words.What makes you think I didn’t control one of you to lead you here?The realization hit me like a physical blow. Stephanie... she was under his control. A rus