"The Moonvalley pack is gathering at the border," my mother repeats. "I think you know what that means.""It means we have to kick some ignorant asses," I say. "This move was predictable. I've already sent out heralds calling for fighters from the outer packs. We're short on troops for now, but we won't be for long.""If we can hold out," my mother says."We'll hold out." I have faith in my people, but there are going to be so many casualties… "We have to.""You know what's at stake if Flint wins.""Of course I do. If Flint wins, he'll take on the strength of what remains of our pack and form the largest and strongest pack under the King of Kings.""And that's not the least of it," my mother mutters."No, it's not," I agree quietly. "Because after he's amassed all that strength, he'll go straight to Tozen and incite him to war. It won't take much work to get the King of Kings to want to battle the Lycans again.""And there goes our peace," my mother concludes.I nod, but the problem i
"Failure?" I ask as the guards close in around me. I give the throne room a quick glance, but the exits are blocked. There is nowhere to run. "How have I failed you, Your Majesty?"My Beta and Gamma have both already been restrained, and I watch, helpless, as they are dragged out the room."How?" King Tozen says, rising from his throne. His anger is like thunderclouds on his scarred and stern face. "Did you not attend the Moon Goddess Festival as my representative?""I did." My whole body tenses as he descends from the dais. Each resounding step he takes down the marble stairs sounds like another nail driven into my coffin."And at that festival," he goes on in a deceptively reasonable tone, "was there not an incident? Insurgents, if I remember correctly.""That's correct, Your Grace."He stands before me now, just outside the circle of his guards. His closeness sucks the oxygen out of my lungs, leaving them filled with lead."And you don't consider that a failure?" he asks. His brow
Two guards haul me to my feet, my clothes in tatters, my back a bloody mess. My whole body wants to sway, then topple over, maybe even curl up in a ball on the ground.But just like I wouldn't give the King of Kings the satisfaction of my screams, I refuse to fall down now."You're so funny, Evander," King Tozen says, looking me over. "Anything for your cause, huh? I won't deny that you've impressed me. For that alone, I'm willing to entertain your plea."There was no 'plea.' I didn't beg him. But I'm in no position to argue the point right now. He can use whatever words he wants as long as he gives me what I need."Return to the throne room in an hour's time," the king commands. "Clean yourself up. You're in no state to present yourself to royalty."And who's fault is that? I wonder, even as I keep my mouth firmly shut.Having said all that he intended to say to me at the moment, King Tozen glides out the room, the train of his royal cloak once again following along behind him."Come
It took longer than I would have liked, but eventually, I set out for Werewolf lands, and my father's cabin beyond. The journey was long, but mostly boring, thank the gods. There were no problems at the border crossings.I stand now on the crest opposite the property, gazing upon the house from the outside. It's been years since I've been back. I approach the house cautiously, the memories flooding back with every step I take. The back porch where we all used to sit and watch the sunset. The giant boulder on the north side of the property – I used to climb to the top and pretend I was a princess trapped in a tower, waiting for my hero to come.As I walk around to the front door, I spot a familiar figure walking up the path.He stops in tracks when he sees me, both of us stuck dumb by the sight of the other.I always thought of my father as a mountain of man, and he is robust and powerful, but I see gray at his temples that was not here before, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.My
"What are you saying?!" I am beyond shocked. I'm so appalled, I'm sick to my stomach. "How could you even suggest such a thing?""I don't do it lightly," my father replies wearily. "But giving up that child might be the best thing for you.""No." I can't believe that. I won't."This child is everything to me. I will never abandon my baby.""Even though its father left you? Even knowing it will carry Lycan in its veins and never truly be accepted among Werewolf kind?""Even so." I will not argue about this with him. "I'm not going to change my mind.""Your mother was headstrong too," he says. He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders."What are you not telling me, Dad?" I'm too tired to beg, too worn down from this life. "The time for secrets is over.""You have grown, Aurora," my father says. "I'm proud of you."I flush under his praise even though I don't want to. I feel like a little girl again.It's not a bad feeling at all."While your mother and I were on the
“I can't have two mates at the same time. I'm rejecting our bond. I want a divorce.”Those three sentences, spoken by my mate, by the love of my life, shattered my heart and set me on the path to my destiny.***I give our dining room another critical look, making sure everything is in place. I want this to be perfect. Tonight is our third wedding anniversary.Three years! I can hardly even believe it.I want our memories of tonight to be the kind we look back on throughout our lifetime. Stories for the grandkids. I love the idea so much, I can't stop smiling.As if on cue, I hear the crunch of my mate's boots on the path to our front door. Evander is a strict Alpha, often harsh, but he makes the same demands of himself that he expects from every member of the pack. Absolute punctuality is the least of it.My heart sings as each step brings him closer to me. I’ve waited for this moment all day long! I can’t wait for him to see how much love I put into our celebration.He opens the doo
The light is too bright. It penetrates my closed eyelids, beaming into my retinas, searing the back of my skull."Aurora?"A man's voice. "Evander?" Why does his name stick in my throat? "Turn off the light.""Aurora, listen to me. This is Dr. Oliver. You're in the hospital. I need you to open your eyes if you can.""Hospital?" I open my eyes as the doctor asked, blinking under the harsh glare. As the world comes into focus, my memories return. Our anniversary. Evander. Nalani.The rejection.The doctor's low baritone fades into the background as I recall the shambles of my marriage. I'm about to become a former Luna, and not because I'm passing the crown down to my heirs like I always dreamed, but rather because my mate and Alpha no longer have any need of me. I've loved Evander since the moment we met. I always know my love for him is greater than his for me.But I am proved ridiculously wrong. I am nothing more than a tool, one that can be easily discarded when useless.How... how
A sob from deep in the shadows at the end of the hallway catches my ear, and when I investigate, I find my personal maid, Sylvie, slumped down and sniffling in the corner.Upon noticing my arrival, Sylvie only cries harder. "I tried to stop them, ma'am, I did. But they wouldn't listen." She looks up then, glaring at the staff entering and exiting my room.I hear her words, but all I can see is the faint outline of a handprint of her round cheek, the red, distinctive marks of a full-on face slap. Aghast, I hunch down beside her. "Who did this to you?""I did."The voice sends a shiver of revulsion down my spine. Anger curls my upper lip and I rise to my feet, ready to face my enemy head-on. "Why did you do this, Nalani?"I examine her as she makes me wait – the newly coiffed hair, her skintight silk dress, strappy six-inch heels, and layers of makeup. She doesn’t look like someone who just woke up from a coma. In fact, the transformation from the poisoned woman lying in a hospital bed