“What does that mean?" Ava asked, staring warily at the nine cards that were gently floating in the space between herself and the witch. “Are they bad?” Marnie stared at the cards, engrossed in some hidden meaning that Ava was unable to ascertain, “The cards are neither good nor bad, Were-girl. They’re just an interpretation of events happening around you that you may or may not consciously understand.” “Then why do you look so concerned?” She questioned. “Because the story these cards are telling suggests that there’s a lot more left unspoken than I’d originally thought.” Marnie’s eyes shifted from the cards to Ava, “Whatever it is you’ve got going on, I highly doubt it’s going to be sorted out today.” Ava sighed, “What will this tell me, then?” Marnie shrugged, “That’s technically up to you to decide on account of, I don’t know you or your life. But, hopefully, it will give you some perspective. Help you identify some areas in your life that need attending
“This is some insidious shit, right?” Dylan’s question lingered in the air between them, calling into stark attention the weighty apprehension that pervaded the Green Light Club’s small meeting room. As they stared down at the pile of useless paper trail littering the table, the small leather pouch of pixie dusk seemed to taunt them with everything they didn’t know.At this point, Xavier had to agree. Forces that had been carefully kept apart for hundreds of years were suddenly bleeding into one another, and not in a “Hi, neighbor!” kind of way, either. No, what lay before them was clear and indisputable evidence of cloak and dagger bullshit of interdimensional proportions.“What stakes do the fae have in any of this? The rogues must be offering them something that they want, but their realm has everything they could possibly need.” Liam said from where he sat, doggedly parsing through each sheet of paper they carted back from the bunker, searching for any discernable bits of inform
Two weeks in Shady Oak felt like a lifetime spent anywhere else but in the best way possible. Every night, she fell asleep with the freedom of knowing that nothing was expected of her whenever she woke up. There was no danger of meeting someone she knew, or worse, some horrible person she didn’t know. There was no lingering threat of having to pay off some perceived misdeed. The very first time Ava had met Noah, she’d experienced the curious feeling of falling down the rabbit hole, as if meeting him had set into motion a chain of events that would change her life for good. For the better.And as the sun’s morning rays warmed her face, she knew that she’d been right. She felt…amazing, and with every kiss Noah trailed down her stomach, she felt even better.Ava opened her eyes, peering down her body to where Noah laid slow kiss after slow kiss down the length of her midriff until he came to her belly button. When he reached the small divet, he paused, causing her to groan, feeling sudd
“AVA ELAINE, GET YOUR ASS UP!”Ava jerked awake to the very sudden sound of loud rock music being turned ALLLL the way up. Unfortunately, this was not the first time Ava had been woken up in such a manner, but it was the first time it had happened in about a decade.Pushing the comforter from over her head, Ava rolled out of bed and stormed over to her bedroom door, throwing it open with what she felt was a justified amount of force. There, on the other side looking aggravatingly pleased with himself, was her brother.“Aiden!” She screamed over the blaring grunge rock her brother had preferred in his youth. “Have you lost your mind?”“Just my patience, little sister!” Taking out a small remote control, Aiden pressed a button causing the music to lower significantly. He swung an arm around her shoulder and began to walk, dragging her along with him. “I’m sick to death of seeing you mope over a male. Especially one who leaves as often as Noah does. He’ll probably be back, Ava. He always
Xavier hadn’t spent this much time trudging through the woods at night since Basic, back when he was a high schooler learning the ropes of how to be a future Alliance leader. That was where he’d first met Dylan and Liam, the first real friends he’d had outside of his sister, Ava, and Sam. “Is this bringing back any memories in particular for either of you?” Dylan suddenly asked out of nowhere after hours of cutting through heavy brush.“Orientation week?” Liam’s answer was immediate.“Nah, couldn’t be,” Xavier quipped. “Miller doesn’t have a ponytail.”“Laugh all you want, that ponytail some action.”As he and his friends shared a laugh, he had to agree that this did, in fact, feel a hell of a lot like their first week together. As the Alliance’s rising Alpha’s, they’d immediately been grouped together and then promptly dropped off in the middle of the woods with nothing but the clothes on their backs and one another for support. “Remember Gamma Reyes’ last words to us before he hop
The atmosphere around Alliance Tower crackled with tension so thick, the everyday passerby of New York City subconsciously crossed to the other side of the street well before setting foot on the sidewalk outside of the impressive chrome and glass skyscraper.And that wasn’t an exaggeration. Just as he had countless times before, Xavier stood outside of the Tower and watched the uncanny effect the presence of dozens of Wolven Elite had on the bustling city. There would be traffic jams reported on the morning news today as a hundred thousand humans all chose the same alternate routes – typically efficient workers would be calling in late, and sedentary office workers would finally get hit their daily step goals.All because the Council was in town.It was for this reason – among a multitude of others, but this one specifically – that when the Alliance met, they usually refrained from committing to an all-hands-on-deck situation. When the entire Council convened, it was reserved for the
Perhaps it was due to the fact that Xavier had been feeling introspective lately, taking a long hard look in the mirror and finding what he saw reflected back utterly distasteful. Or it could be the fact that as of about two hours ago, the Northeastern Alliance could be well on its way to war. Either way, Xavier was feeling the call of absolution. The last hour and a half of his life had been spent running damage control with his father and the rest of the Red Moon Council representatives. After a brief back and forth, the Council had ultimately decided to vote along with Xavier and Liam’s plan to invite the Seelie Court earthside in order to better gauge how the other realm was faring.Whether it was out of an unavoidable sense of dread at the thought of an undetermined amount of loose pixie dust floating around the Territories, or a basic need to be on the proactive side of what could ultimately become an interdimensional war, all save for representatives from Eclipse agreed to the
“Your face mirrors my thoughts exactly,” said Dylan, who stood carefully examining Xavier’s expression as he uncovered this surreal truth from his family’s history. “How do you figure that went down?”Xavier shook his head, “A family losing their Alpha status? I couldn’t tell you. I’ve never even heard of something like that happening before.”Dylan spread his hands, gesturing to Victor’s well-appointed estate, “It would explain how Victor’s achieved so much. You think your father knew about the connection.”“It’s possible. If Victor showed this to my father, it’s not outside of the realm of possibility that my dad decided to repay Victor in whatever way he thought was fitting.”Xavier thought back on what memories he had of Victor from his time as an Alpha and before. In his youth, the older male had always encouraged his and Sophia’s friendship with Sam, bringing her along with him to meetings with August that the girl would otherwise have no reason to attend, making sure that the t
The helicopters hovered above the arena as long dark ropes unfurled from the gaping voids of their cockpits, and soldiers in white began to descend into the Trial grounds. The largest chopper in the group tilted downward, and Xavier watched in horror as gun turrets descended from the vehicle’s hull.Just as he shouted a warning, it was drowned out by the spray of rapid machine-gun fire that bathed the stands where his people, his allies, his mate stood watching on in bewildered shock. It was a stroke of luck and good fortune that Emmaline and Marnie Adair had insisted on attending the Trial along with several other representatives from their coven.The witches were quick to respond, throwing up glimmering shields that did an excellent job of deflecting the rain of bullets, sending them careening off to join the hundreds of other projectiles currently reducing the two-hundred-year-old structure to little more than kindling.Xavier roared his fury and shifted, sna
The weeks leading up to the next month’s Blue Moon and the Trial by Combat scheduled for that night went by surprisingly quickly and quietly. The calm before the storm.Ava, for her part, spent most of that time talking, getting to know as much as she could about her newfound allies. There was a host of information that the spellcasters and the shapeshifters had to bring to the table; doors that she had never known were there to open. Her analytical tactician's mind was thoroughly stimulated at the influx of new information.She had to be thankful that Marnie and Emmaline’s coven had deemed their cause worth investing their time and resources into. And the Selkies? Ava was under no naïve misconception that their involvement was due to anything less than desperation. It just so happened that desperation was as good a motivator as any.Slowly, ever so carefully, Ava worked with Emmaline, Marnie, and the Selkie diplomats to covertly spread the word of th
“The nerve of you is astounding, Adair. What, pray tell, did you think you would accomplish by bringing them here?”The hostile vibe Ava had picked up even from a dozen yards away and through several inches of bulletproof glass somehow didn’t manage to improve by coming into close proximity to the…finfolk? The Selkies, Marnie had called them. People who could turn into seals.It seemed ridiculous, given her own circumstances, that…well, anything really, could surprise her at this point. And, to be fair, it wasn’t the existence of seal people that was currently throwing her for a loop; it was being hit, once again, with the staggering realization of just how little she actually knew about the world around her, her own wider community.And it wasn’t just Ava, either. Through their bond, she could feel Xavier’s mind whirring, struggling to quickly process the new influx of information. Even now, after all this time,
“Alright, alright, shock aside, this is good for us, right?”“That we’re so out of touch that we didn’t even know that there’s an ancient order of witches ruling the world?” “I’m having a hard time tracking your logic, sweets.”“First, to be clear, the institution is ancient, not the witches,” “Well, save for a few that I can think of, but none that we know personally.”“All that aside,” Ava reiterated through gritted teeth. “We all want the same thing! We came here looking for allies to start a new society, and here you all already have irrefutable proof that our plan has legs.”“In theory,” Emmaline emphasized. “Once again, I feel the need to impress upon you the fact that we have no real insight on the inner workings of these pan-supernatural communities outside of the fact that they exist. Much less whether something of the like would
Ava and the Alphas gaped as the two embraced. One female, one woman. One Wolf, the other a human witch. And yet, somehow, they claimed to be sisters. It wasn’t just a turn of phrase or empty words, either. Now that the idea had been spoken, Ava saw the glimmers of recognition solidify into irrefutable shared features between the two.The piercing emerald green of their eyes, the deeply rich, almost black of their hair, even the shapes of their noses and their general bearings were the same.“You’re sisters?” Ava asked.“You’re Alpha?” Liam asked even louder.Emmaline cocked her head to the side in the same bold challenge that Marnie was good for adopting pretty much anytime she found herself speaking with any Wolven male. Ava was beginning to realize that the habit was probably born of more than simply dealing with male bravado.“Why wouldn’t I be?” Emmaline asked, her supple voice thick with saccha
“No.”The line went silent as Ava blinked rapidly, her neurons firing at all cylinders struggling to process the fact that her brother had just blatantly shut down such a simple request for information and why on earth that would be.“Excuse me?” She finally asked. “What do you mean no?”“I mean that I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go meddling in Grave Crown affairs,” he said, his voice stern and giving no quarter. That was all well and good that he felt so strongly, but as long as he was also giving her no answers, ‘no’ wasn’t going to cut it for her.“Grave Crown affairs are Alliance affairs, Aiden. You know that,” she replied.Her brother huffed on the other end of the phone – a frustrated sound. “Even if the Alliance still existed, you, I, and everyone else knows that hasn’t been the case in a long time.”“Bullshit,&rdquo
Ava blinked in and out of consciousness as searing pain ripped through her abdomen. Whenever she surfaced, the renewed shock of pain would cause her to take a quick breath inward that would send yet another, even more, intense wave rocketing through her, sending her back into oblivion.It took a couple of tries and several hours for Ava to wake and stay awake; the pain finally dulled to a thrumming ache. When she could finally open her eyes without her eyelids feeling as if they were made of lead, the first thing she saw was Jack’s pensive face hovering over hers.And the second thing she registered, along with an intense sense of déjà vu, was Xavier’s equally pensive face a little ways off, slumped in a nearby chair.“This feels awfully familiar,” she quipped, her dry throat making her joke sound more like a croak.“Really? And to think that I was just beginning to forget what it was like trying to glue you back togeth
First came the rat-a-tat-tat of machine guns. Then came the screams.All around her, bodies flew into motion as she stood with her phone gripped numbly in her fist.“Ava,” she heard Noah’s desperate voice faintly through the other end of the line as if through a fog. “Ava, what’s happening? Talk to me! Has it already started, damn it?!”Without a word in response, Ava ended the call with a flick of her thumb, far too thrown by just how quickly the tide had shifted today. Neia hadn’t just crossed a line – she’d obliterated it and re-drawn a new one in her image.Ava sprung into action, doing the first thing that came to mind as she ran to the nearest emergency call button and smashed it. The system was relatively shiny and new, having only been installed after her run-in with those sadistic bastards in room 701.Now, flashing warning lights lit up every hallway in the building. The blaring alarm made it im
Eight months ago, if someone had told Ava that just the sight of the Green Light Club’s garish neon sign would be enough to make her smile, she would have laughed in their face. Alright, well, she probably wouldn’t have, but she certainly wouldn’t have believed them either.And yet, here she was, grinning from ear to ear, at the prospect of feeling something familiar, even if the majority of her memories of the place were of the variety that was best left forgotten. She was fairly sure that there was probably some sort of clinical diagnosis with a long name used to describe the contextually perverse sense of relief she felt at her first glance of shiny black lacquer and crushed green velvet. Goddess, this place was awful, and she was so glad to be back.Then again, the journey getting back to the club had been fraught enough to make her eager to climb under the first black silk duvet she saw, regardless of the fact that it could never, under any cir