AIDENWhen Steven Caddel and I finished our talk about the goings-on in Windsburn Island, it was very late. Night had already fallen and the sky outside of the Caddel’s cottage window was a deep, dark blue. The sky was dotted with stars and the moon cast silver rays below.Though it made me sad to leave the family’s home, I knew I needed to sneak back to the castle. I was worried to jinx it, but I wondered if the servant I had changed clothes with and tied up had been found.I certainly hoped not because otherwise, I would have to make up an excuse to satisfy the official’s questions. I knew he would inquire where I’d gone and there was no way I could betray the Caddels and the miners I’d spoken to today.Steven told me that Frederick was quite literally the spokesman of the Fox family on this half-enclosed island.“To put it more bluntly, that man is practically this island’s ‘king’,” the one-proud leader of the Caddels said bitterly about the official. “He executes the orders from H
AIDENEverything happened in a flash.Charlotte and Emma were awakened by the sound of shattered glass and jumped, a fearful scream coming from the little girl’s mouth as her mother shielded her. Steven rushed over to the bed to protect his wife and daughter, meanwhile, I sprang into action.I didn’t hesitate as I lunged at the black figure and tackled him to the ground. We hit with a sudden thud, my body crying out from the force, but only for a moment.My canine teeth elongated on instinct, my nails sharpening to claws as I pinned the intruder down. He was taller and broader than I was, but that didn’t matter to me. I’d taken down men larger than him with ease, and he would be no different.“Who are you?” I snarled but the figure didn’t reply. He didn’t seem to care about answering me, opting only to thrash and attempt to push me off of him. I held firm, my claws sinking through his sleeve and into his skin. He growled in pain but uttered nothing more as he continued to buck.Just f
AIDENPain coursed through me like lightning, so intense that I nearly sank to my knees in shock. It came in waves, my vision blurring slightly as I nearly passed out, but I managed to override the pain. As the guard removed the blade, I spun around and kicked him with all of my might. He was knocked out cold.“Go!” Steven demanded again as he shook the two men holding his arms off. “Their target is you. We’ll be all right. You have to get out of here now!”I knew from the pain and the blood pouring down my shirt that my shoulder was deeply wounded. I needed to go if I didn’t want to die, but I couldn’t just leave them behind again.“Who’d take care of Evelyn if you die?” Steven questioned with a bellow. “You made a promise!”He reached my side and managed to kick away an approaching guard. “There’s a way out through the woods. Go straight there, use your surroundings to hide you. You’ll have to rely on your senses but you can do it, Aiden. Now, go, before you lose your chance!”I cle
EVELYN“This is horrific,” Leila whispered to me as the portrait painter bent to wash his brush. Her long-lashed golden-brown eyes rolled dramatically as she rubbed her shoulders and stretched her legs.I wanted to reassure her or at the very least reply, but before I had the chance, the painter quickly straightened his back and scowled at Leila.“Lady Leila, please hold your position and don't move,” he said firmly, annoyance in his tone as he returned to his canvas.Leila grimaced and then resumed her posture, a forced smile on her full lips.“Sorry,” she muttered.It had been two days since Georgina Madden’s death, and Anastasia Elrod decided the best way to cheer the ladies up and bring to an end the gloomy feeling in the palace was to invite an esteemed painter to do portraits of the ladies.The stout middle-aged painter was a man named Pierre, and though he didn’t look like much, he was the most popular and well-known portrait painter in Hescor.Apart from serving the royal fami
EVELYNMy stomach twisted into knots as I followed Addison into one of the meeting rooms. I hadn’t expected Leila to turn down the head of the Madden family’s request but I didn’t know what Addison wanted to talk about. Behind my back, I felt my hands start to sweatI hadn’t heard much about Addison before, even back when I was considered highborn. She was only five years older than me, but there was an aura about her that made her seem even more mature, older even. There was a sharpness in her eyes, a stillness in her posture.It made sense.Ruling over the entire Madden family at such a young age was quite an undertaking, and since they were in charge of the law and punishment in Hescor, it likely wasn’t an easy job. Anyone would seem cold if they were under as much pressure as she was.When we entered the room, Addison gestured forward.“Take a seat,” she instructed, and after I sat without question in the nearest chair, she elegantly lowered into the one opposite me. She didn’t sp
EVELYNI left my talk with Addison feeling strange in a way I couldn’t place. Why hadn’t the attacker killed me? And what had she been doing there in the first place?I had the sneaking suspicion that the head of the Madden family might have found something in this investigation but if she did, she didn’t let me know.“I would prefer if this conversation remained private between us,” she said before I left. “But if you want to tell the Alpha King, I won’t stop you.”I assured her upon my parting that I wouldn’t tell the King, and I was being truthful. I had no intention of relaying any of this information to Cole. In fact, I didn’t want to see him at all, not after what happened yesterday in his study.Every time I thought of him, I felt disoriented, like my mind and body competed with each other. There were too many opposing feelings and thoughts that I felt entirely on edge, giving me fewer and fewer reasons to want to be in his company.I wonder if he feels the same, I thought to m
COLEThough being the Alpha King of Hescor wasn’t always easy, there was something about this day in particular that made the position feel intolerable. I had never been so annoyed before and could hardly contain my irritation as I exploded at the guard standing before me in my private study.“What do you mean by you found nothing?” I shot a glare at him. “You found absolutely nothing on the grounds, no sign of the attacker among the staff? The attacker just disappeared into thin air?”I scoffed at the mere thought of such a thing. This was ridiculous beyond comprehension and my temper was rising with every passing second.The guard looked a bit terrified by my questioning. He lowered his head at once and hunched his back. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty-”“Are you sure you checked all the staff?” Flynn interrupted his groveling. “Was the investigation conducted to the best of your abilities?”“Yes, Beta Flynn,” the guard replied obediently, raising his eyes to meet his. “All the palace staf
COLEAs a heavy silence hung in the room, I studied the guard carefully. I couldn’t yet tell if he was telling a lie or not. His tone said one thing but his words told another. I had little reason to believe that something like this had happened to my King’s Guard, and the fact that Lord Marcel was the one delivering this news to me was highly suspect.My temper swelled at the idea of being conned, but I breathed deeply and slowly, gradually calming down with every inhale and exhale. It would be useless to get riled up under circumstances like this, even though I wanted to rip the throats of the guard and Marcel. I had to stay level-headed so I could get to the bottom of this strange claim.Beside me, I noticed that Flynn’s posture had slumped slightly and that his lips were parted in disbelief. Shock was all over his face, and I was surprised by the display but unsurprised at the same time. Aiden, Flynn, and I were all quite close with one another, but my Guard and my Beta were espec
EVELYNThe air in the room thickened, pressing down on us as the weight of the revelation sank in. Leila blinked rapidly, her gaze darting between the runes and the others, struggling to process the enormity of what we were seeing. Even though she had been the first to suggest that Hescor might be connected to magic, the discovery that the ancient runes of Tiryn—the Kingdom of Wizardry—had ties to werewolves left her just as stunned as the rest of us.“Why would the pattern symbolize a werewolf?" Leila demanded before anyone else could speak. Her face was tight with alarm, her unease palpable. "Explain it to me!”Seb’s face remained unreadable, his features etched with a mix of exhaustion and resignation. He shook his head slowly, his voice flat. “I don't know,” he muttered, a bitter edge creeping into his tone. “The runes are an ancient language created by the first King of Tiryn. Only the kings can understand them. The wizards of Tiryn believed they held the deepest, most dangerous
EVELYN“What… what is this?” I asked Leila, my brow furrowing as I pointed to the symbol on the page. I strained to pull it out from my memories, but my mind felt clouded – overwhelmed by too many events, too many raw emotions. The sleepless nights had left me dizzy, my thoughts fragmented. It was as if I were reaching for something just beyond my grasp, a fleeting thread of clarity that refused to materialize.Leila studied the symbol for a moment before shaking her head. “I’ve seen the same pattern in other parts of the book, but I’m not sure what it means.” She flipped through the pages, showing me the other instances of the same design. “It could just be a random mark left by the book’s owner, something to remind themselves of something important.”“I don’t think it’s random,” Stephanie interjected. She moved closer to the book, her finger tracing the intricate pattern. “It’s far too detailed to be just a meaningless doodle. Do the pages with this symbol have anything in common?”
EVELYNI placed the kettle on the stove and began rummaging through the kitchen cabinets until I finally found some tea. After grabbing a couple of mugs, I dropped the fragrant tea bags into them, then waited for the water to heat.The kitchen remained quiet, with only the gentle hiss of the boiling kettle breaking the stillness. I was relieved that Stephanie hadn’t followed me. It gave me a rare moment to think.I glanced over at her – sitting absentmindedly by the table, her gaze lost somewhere outside the window. Stephanie’s appearance hadn’t changed much, but the weight of her experiences and suffering was etched in her eyes. Those once bright and confident eyes now looked evasive, as though hiding something deeper.Leila’s words echoed in my mind:She believes her brother was deceived by the wizards and wants to convince him to stop the bloodshed.It wasn’t that I disbelieved Stephanie, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were not so simple. She was intelligent, and by n
EVELYNThe night seemed to slip away unnoticed.When I glanced out the window, the first pale light of dawn crept over the horizon, the sun rising slowly in the east.The house was quiet once again. Leila, Jasmine, and Stephanie had retired to their rooms, while Seb—still unconscious from the overdose of medicine Leila had given him to ensure he wouldn’t cause trouble before sunrise—lay motionless.As the others slept, I sat at the edge of Cole’s bed, absently running my fingers through his thick, golden hair. Sleep eluded me after the conversation with Leila and Jasmine. Though their arrival should have brought me some sense of relief, the burden in my heart only grew heavier as I processed everything they’d shared.I had thought that if I could just find a way to bring Cole back to Halian, things might start to improve. But Leila had warned that Halian was no longer safe. Attacks were imminent, and Jack Elrod’s plan had already begun to unfold.As Leila and Jasmine explained, war se
EVELYN“Think about Sylvia! She wouldn’t want you to do this!” I struggled against the rope binding my wrist, trying to convince him to abandon his plan. But the man paid no heed. He walked toward Cole and stopped by the bed.He reached for something, but his hand froze midair as a rap echoed from the door.Both of us went still.There was a single, sharp sound, and then silence, as though it were nothing more than a shared figment of our overstrained nerves.The man shot me a glance before cautiously stepping toward the door. His movements were slow and deliberate, meant to make no sound. He gripped the handle, cracked the door open just a sliver, and peered outside.From where I was bound, I couldn’t see anything beyond the door, but something must have caught his eye. He opened it further and stepped outside.It was then that a shadow swooped in, knocking him to the ground.The poor night vision of humans gave him a disadvantage. The man scrambled to his feet, only to be grabbed by
EVELYNI looked up.Through the mist swirling around me, I saw Cole. His hand was outstretched, his eager gaze fixed on me. His chest was broken and bleeding, and he looked lonely and desperate, his dark eyes vast and pleading as they met mine.“Eva...”His voice reached me, pulling me back to the memory of two years ago. The day he’d pleaded, and I had retreated, shaking my head.I’d looked at him with fear and hatred.I’d said no.Every time I thought back to that moment, I believed I would handle it better if it happened again—that I’d calmly fix the confusion and the misunderstandings between my family and Cole.But I had been wrong.I felt glued to the ground, paralyzed. I opened my mouth, but only a harsh cry came out. Sadness and despair gripped me as guilt weighed on my heart like iron.“I… I can’t...” I whispered as I stared down at Conner’s lifeless body, the blood on my hands. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, nothing was fixable. My family, my mate—none of
EVELYNI narrowed my eyes and focus on the paragraph. It was written in a completely different style from the rest of the announcement, looking more like a hasty draft—almost as if a careless scribe had used scrap paper to jot it down.And the paragraph, baffling in its oddness, turned out to be a poem, which the girl read aloud.The once pretty orange has begun its decay, yet the sapphire still gleams. The rotting orange could be saved for a worthy trade: The stone with the deep blue beam. If you still hold the fruit you cherish so dearlyCome and make the trade: Choose not to accept what’s written so clearly -The sapphire with shatter, and the fruit will fade.As the girl finished reading, the people around her erupted in laughter. The sound of their mirth filled the air, an overwhelming chorus that tightened my throat.A man jeered. “Even my teenage son could write a better poem than this. What a laughable mess.”A woman beside him giggled. “The scribe should be fired for sur
EVELYNWhen I woke, it was already morning. The sky outside the window was overcast, but its dull brightness made it clear that it was well past sunrise. I sprang to my feet and placed my hand on Cole’s forehead, checking his temperature. His skin was no longer feverish.I inspected his wound and replaced the damp towel. The bleeding had stopped, and though the swollen flesh was healing, it was slow progress.But that barely gave me any relief.I brushed away the damp strands of hair from his forehead, wiped his face with clean towels, then placed my palm against his cheek, whispering his name. But he didn’t answer. His eyes remained closed, unmoving. He was still unconscious.The wildness had faded from him, but his sanity had yet to return. I didn’t know if it was the lingering effect of the aphrodisiac or if it’s because his mind was being controlled, suppressed.If nothing changed, he would eventually become nothing more than a walking corpse.I shook my head, pushing back the t
EVELYNThe man’s face darkened as I explained what had happened. I told him how Sylvia had pushed me away in the gardens and confronted the guards alone. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed in frustration.“She’s insane,” he muttered, retrieving the piece of sapphire he had used in the crypt. Turning to me, his expression grew sharp.“Where’s the other half?” he asked.I blinked in confusion.What the other piece…As I was about to ask, a sudden heat flared against my abdomen. I reached into my pocket and froze as my fingers brushed against something warm and solid. When I pulled it out, I nearly dropped it – a chunk of sapphire. The stone cooled the moment my fingers wrapped around it. its smooth surface delivering a strange sense of calm and tranquility.I had no idea how it had gotten there.The man’s lips pressed into a grim line as he took the sapphire from me and pressed it together against the piece in his hand. My eyes widened with the two halves fusing seamlessly into a