It felt like I was floating. I couldn't tell what was a dream or a memory, but all these pictures were playing out in front of me. I saw my first day of training, my mom making eggs over a brick stove, Elijah tucking me in. I saw everything, even things I had forgotten about, shimmer by in the air around me. It felt like a bad joke as I lay in the darkness, staring out into nothing but fleeting moments. The pieces of my life rummaging around inside the walls of smokey black. They were so close, I could almost feel them. Elijah... and my mom. I watched, blankly, as the happy memories faded. They never did last long, did they?Now, I could remember my father and the fire. The intense pain and Brandon disappearing. I remembered Timmy crying and Morax's voice inside my head. But the rest that played out, I wasn't sure of. I could faintly recall the scent of cherry blossoms, too. The scent had been intoxicating. But by then, the sky had been too dark for me to see anymore. So why
Morax Pov. The door creaked forward on its hinges, and despite my best efforts to avoid their crooked dispositions, I was face to face with the council. The room was deathly quiet as I made my approach. It seemed whatever they were talking about in hushed voices was no longer necessary now that I had arrived. With a scowl, I took my designated seat at the elongated table. The Alpha of the Clearwater Pack was drilling a hole into the side of my face. He was a hot-headed fool and I could feel the accusatory stare from a mile away. But I knew he wouldn't mention his true issue. He wasn't quite that stupid. As if he had proof his little "gift" had been from me. I always covered my tracks. "Nice of you to join us, Morax." He sneered. On a better occasion, I would have ignored him. But as it turned out, I wasn't in the mood to be the bigger person. "Hello, Richard. How's your clan doing? I'm sure they're flourishing well under your leadership, aren't they?" I asked flippantly, kn
"There, you should be all set to move around now."The nurse's skilled hands wrapped a bandage around my shoulder to my elbow, creating a snug sling. Carefully I rotated my shoulder, pleasantly surprised to feel it didn't sting. The movement still felt restricted but it was nothing like before.That wolf really did a number on me.I placed my hands flat against the bed, pushing off to wobble to a stand. Being on my feet made my legs feel like jelly, but it was much better than staying cooped in bed. "I feel so much better... thank you?" I paused, waiting for her name. I couldn't remember if I heard it or if she ever told me. The small medic bowed her head, a pleasant smile on her face. "It's no trouble at all, we're family after all. We watch out for each other." She informed me with a small smile, and it warmed my chest. It was... exactly what I had wanted from the Copse Pack. Chillingly, the memory of my father's foot connecting with my throat popped into my head. I shuddered, g
"Hm..." Those eyes seemed to search my very soul as he hummed. And I waited for his answer with a bated breath."Maybe you're not as useless as you look." His sneer caught me off guard, and I almost slipped on a wooden plank on the roof."What the hell kind of answer is that?" I scowled, picking up the pace so I was closer to his retreating form. Miqella was staring straight ahead again. The bridge of his nose was high and confident as he glided through the air. He made it hard to figure out what his problem was. Since the moment we met, it was pretty clear he wasn't my greatest fan. But I had never seen him before in my life, so what could he possibly hate me for? Was my hair the wrong shade of blonde or something? As the thought crossed my mind, I found that believing he could be that petty came easily to me. I could picture it. "Hello? Earth to the scentless boy, that didn't answer my question!" I obnoxiously waved my good arm at him, keeping the other snug in its sling. "Wha
The pain in my lower back was harsh, and I realized pretty quickly I wasn't as resilient as before. The fall hurt. Much more than I thought it would. With a groan, I lifted up onto my palms. It was hard to see in the small beams of light that came from the ceiling, but I knew which way the door was. With a push, it came into view. "You can't just throw me in here! I didn't do anything!" I yelled as loud as I could. I was sitting on the floor now, banging my hands off the door. I couldn't tell if Miqella was still out there or not, but I wouldn't stop making a racket until he bothered to hear me out. My fist thundered on the door, again and again, anger surging in my veins. "Let me out, Miqella!" I yelled again, but this time, a sharp gasp was heard to my right. I paused. My dulled senses registered I wasn't alone in the room. Afraid to look behind me, I took a ginger sniff of the air and froze. Could it really be? I didn't have time to gather my thoughts and feelings, becaus
"You're the one who saved him?" My eyes widened, and I stared unabashedly at the man. My lashes fluttered at his blank expression. "When the fire broke out, how did you save him in time...did Morax already know about the attack?"Miqella glanced at me, but I couldn't tell what his feelings were. He was elusive in his emotional capacity just like Morax, if not worse. "Morax knew when the fire broke out because of me. He was off handling a threat with Escha when I signaled him. If we had both been present, I'm sure the attack would have turned out very differently." He said the last words with a hint of bitterness, frowning. It seemed the fire even bothered him, the sharp stick boy. I was surprised. But maybe I shouldn't have been, just because he didn't like me, it didn't mean he didn't love his pack. "I'm sure things would have been different...but either way, I'm grateful you were home." Crimson eyes slid to my face, and I paused as they rested there. I was tempted to ask if I
"Are you ready to go now, sleepy heads?" It was comical to see Elijah sit up with leaves stuck in his matted locks. He was looking around through blurry optics, stretching his lanky and awkward limbs. On the contrary, Miqella was ( to my chagrin ) impeccable as he rose from his slumber. Both glanced at me, much more alert than before. I was standing near the edge of the forest line, berries nestled in a makeshift basket. It was crafted from my jacket being flipped upside down, but for now, it would do. I came over with the bundle of blackberries, while Elijah looked over at me curiously. "Hey, what do you have there? It smells... sweet." He asked with a tentative sniff.The distinct sound of his stomach rumbling gave away his hunger, and Elijah didn't even look embarrassed as he shot to his feet. He met me halfway, and I watched his eyes light up in delight as he took in the sight of the fruit.I was lucky they grew in the groves not too far from here, gathering them had been easy
The spat between me and my brother slid to a standstill, and I heard his noise of confusion as all of my attention became focused on Timmy. His bare feet were sunk into the mud of the river bank, his large brown eyes so wide they looked like they'd pop out of his head. He looked more like an eerie children's toy than a person right now. He was staring, unmoving. I could barely tell if he was breathing. Did no one tell him I survived? No, that couldn't be it. I couldn't see Camille being that cruel after she explicitly mentioned taking care of him. But as he stood there, his skin pale as moonlight, my pulse was pounding in my ears. What was wrong with him? "Timmy? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked again as I started to move closer. It was hard to navigate over the sloshes of mud, the traction of my boots sinking into the wet terrain. Still, the grip managed to push me forward inside of stalling. Timmy finally looked up at me, but his eyes were wild. I could barely keep up with
The tension in the clearing broke, and suddenly laughter seemed to rejoin the pack. It was odd, how easily Elijah drained the tense atmosphere, his bumbling even making the rouges slacken in their intensity. I noticed the fiery girl from before look at him, rolling her eyes before she smirked. After that, everything seemed to go off without a hitch. We gave them their housing, went over the rules, even though some were moved to separate settlements it ended as a standard procedure. It was like our village hadn't been torched, like packs weren't dying to protect the relics. For a moment, it felt...normal. Like my life had always been here. But I knew the minute the four of us were alone, that peace would shatter. If not by whatever they had to tell me, but by what I had to say. I watched impatiently as the crowd slowly dispersed, that weird fog churning in my chest again. It felt like a vice. Something I couldn't shake. What was it?Anxiety? Pain? Something else entirely…?"...Hm.
“I gotcha now, Missy Robin!” Laughter played in the air around me, and I was stunned as my world came back into focus. A fog retreating when a scamper of footsteps broke through. “…What?” I gasped. The kick came for my mid-section and I barely managed to step out of the way in time. I was watching as Timmy charged at me with all his tiny might. I saw a flurry of red locks and a triumphant grin before I shot out my hand to catch his ankle. So frail in my hands, he was like a baby jumping on its momma. Full of effort with no dexterity. “Hey, what’a gives! I had you!” Timmy’s grin fell into a pout, and I shrugged. “No, you thought you had me.” My leg swept out to kick his out from under him and the boy fell with an overzealous oof. He lay on the ground, groaning about my ‘cheap’ tricks. He was defeated for the umpteenth time. “This…a’, isn’t fair!” He was huffing and puffing when I leaned down to pat his head. Honestly, at this point, I wasn’t even trying. My mind was scattered,
Elijah Pov. “You mind tellin’ me what the hell is going on now?” Malika shot me a look from the other side of her father’s shoulders, but honestly, I was as freakin’ clueless as she was. I gave her a half-assed shrug, looking back at Morax. The dude was stopped dead in the center of the alley looking like someone slapped his mother. I could feel his aura spilling out, and it brought back memories of pain pretty damn quickly. I think it was safe to assume whoever he ran into wasn’t a buddy of ours. “I’m not sure, but stay here. I’ll get a closer look.” I promised, gently handing her father over to her the rest of the way. She heaved slightly under his weight, but once she was settled she gave me the go-ahead. I could see from where I was that there were people on the other side of the alley. There was a red-headed chick I’d never seen before and my comrades. But that wasn’t what had Morax’s attention. So I stepped closer, sniffing the air. I paused right when the city lights hit th
Morax Pov. ‘Stay true to your position and stay out of sight. I’m on my way. Be safe.’ I sent out the signal, running as fast as my body would let me. Red fur blazed the trail ahead of me, blood matting both our coats while our paws thudded over the ground. The air was thick with tension tonight, a sense of gravity that tugged at our limbs while we broke the shackles. Just three more. It was so close I could taste it. ‘Are you sure we should be throwing another assault after our last two…? Can we really keep going for so long without rest?’ Green eyes pierced the darkness, and I followed Escha sharply around a corner. ‘Elijah knows where the Copse Alpha is, and as for Zander…well, it appears we don’t have to do anything at all.’ ‘How is that poss—ah…wait, Miqella?’ She said his name with understanding. ‘If anyone can deliver, it’s him.’ I echoed back, and I knew she wouldn’t respond. It went without saying that I trusted him never to fail; he was as stubborn as he was loyal. L
Elijah Pov. No matter how long we waited, he didn’t budge. Seconds turned to minutes while I scrambled to figure out what I was supposed to do. Normal people would just open the door, right? But I wasn’t supposed to be here. Shit, shit, shit…! "Malika!" My father's voice boomed from the other side, and this time we both flinched. I could hear how hard his knuckles rapped against the shabby wood and I was consciously aware it could fall off any second. Horror images about how it had simply teetered off earlier flashed in my mind every time his hand touched the door. The mental image sucked, freezing my limbs in place. I tore my gaze from the window to Malika's face. Somehow her shocked expression annoyed me. "I thought this place was a secret," I accused, whispering as low as possible. Not being able to mind link with her sucked right now, but I could only hope he didn't hear me. He was still knocking away though, insistent. "I didn't tell him where I lived," She mouthed, her
Elijah Pov. “Here, we can talk more in private.” The door creaked open, damn near falling off its hinges despite the gentle push Zuri gave. "This is your, um, house?" I questioned at length, staring at the rundown building. It looked out of place in a city alive with technology. Tall buildings could be seen right outside of the alley, but here we were in front of a dingy, unlit shack. A part of me didn't want to ask about it, but when the wood teetered like a frail old man just from being touched, yeah, I had some concerns. I didn't want to offend her but I also didn't really want to die either. Zuri looked back at me over her shoulder scowling, “I said we were going to my place, didn’t I?” Her tone was laid back and drawled, but her eyes were like pin needles and fire. They told me to go kick rocks. I laughed, putting my hands up in surrender. “You did, but I just didn’t expect it to look like this…” I admitted slowly and her gaze only grew harsher. “You ca
Elijah Pov."So, are the rumors true or not?" Zuri's voice settled in the air, collecting dust on the table while I tried to find my voice. I didn't wanna admit it, but when Miqella exchanged a look with me, I knew this shit was real. Everything this stranger was saying about Robin, all the messed up "deals" laid out by my sperm donor, the horror of it all, was all true. She caught us up on all the daily chatter, even explaining who or what exactly my sister was. According to the rumors swept up by my father, he claimed Robin was the offspring of the previous Goddess Harbinger. That part I knew was true, but he claimed that for some reason, her blood was special...unlike mine.Was it because I was a guy? I had no clue.But. he swore up and down, she was a partial reincarnation of the moon Goddess. The rumors spread like wildfire in the city, everyone talking about her mark. Because of it, he was growing a hell of a following. I guess, not many people would turn down the opp
My knees hit the dirt. My hands lay bare against the soil.Still, I'm unable to move as the blazing glory I had just witnessed vanished into the undisturbed blades of grass. There were no more screams, no more gut-wrenching sounds of blistering flesh. Just cicadas and a thundering pulse in my chest, pushing at the bounds of my mind. I was scared to move despite knowing exactly where I was.The smell in the air was undoubtedly the Aconite Pack territory. I was back.All the air seized from my lungs. My fingers trembled as I clutched at the grass, trying to catch my breath. The harbinger mark was still searing into my flesh. It felt like a hot brand of iron tearing through my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. I was back. But my mom. . . I caught Mrs. Pearl's scent on the wind, along with Angelica's. But I didn't budge an inch, not even when I heard someone kneel beside me.I felt frozen. Like my leg had snapped right along with hers, even though it was
"Are you ready to see this? I can only conjure it once for you, if you back out, there's no going back." Angelica's warning rattled in my ears, and I swallowed back my trepidation. Everything I was sacrificing, lying for, and hiding from built up to this moment. I stared at the milky white palms of Angelica's hands, enraptured in the strange pink energy that seemed to pool straight up into the air from her pores. If I wanted out, this would be my only chance. I knew that. But as I stared at the gravity-defying magic, I couldn't look away. "I'm ready," I affirmed. There was no way I could walk away, not now. I needed to know about my mother, what Elijah never told me--what my father had been hiding. I had never questioned, never even wavered in his teachings. So I knew I could never be my own person until I knew the truth. These were my goals. My aspirations. Not Elijah's, not Morax's. I needed this. "Then, let's explore the past. Shall we?" Her hands lifted, and before I knew