Sebastian POV "YOU THINK I WON'T BURN THIS WHOLE F*CKING CASTLE TO THE GROUND WITH US BOTH INSIDE!?""Narcissa—"My palm met the fine porcelain of one of Luna Alexandra's vases before I knocked the offending piece of pottery away from my face. Narcissa was already onto the next one, claw marks scouring the walls. She'd shifted while in her dress, her new bulk of proportions causing the seams to burst, trailing dark feathers from where she'd fled the office. She slammed into the wall, screaming bloody murder, her shoulder dislocating to pop back higher, fur covering the odd disjointing as she continued to shift.She was unstable, coming to her other self in pieces, and she reminded me of a baby bird during its first molt. The moment was private, her weakness an ugly stain on the canvas of her person, a vulnerability that hurt to look at. She sobbed, mouth overcrowded with too many fangs for a human jaw, her mascara running into dark rivers down her angular che
Sebastian POV It wasn't until the dawn of the next day that Andreas regained enough lucidity to become coherent again."Water?"His voice cracked on the second syllable, the lack of moisture in his mouth robbing him of that charming rolling cadence that he normally had. I rested the traveler's journal I was reading face down on the nightstand, bringing the goblet of water to his patched lips. He drank, slow at first, until the water renewed his thirst, and drank in gluttonous gulps until the glass was drained.Only then did Andreas attempt to speak again, "There was an attack in the hinterlands between here and Eventide City. I came to warn you of the men.""Yes, Beta Sala filled me in on the details of the militia you stumbled over when he arrived late last evening. Do not—" I pressed him back down into the mattress, pulling a sheet over him in the process. "What in the Goddess' name is wrong with you? You're recovering from silver poisoning! Which can be fat
Sebastian's POV "I asked you a f*ckin' question, pretty boy," his breath was a vagrant's rank—the smell of pure alcohol, poor quality dental amalgam, and cheap tobacco. "You deaf or somethin'?""Are you him?" I grabbed his shoulders, claws digging into his coat. "The one who killed Prince Alexander?""What's he going on about, Niko?" A reedy man who'd had fewer teeth than someone's ailing grandmother, shakily stepped to the front, sloshing drink all over himself and the floor. "What's this about you killing a prince?""You killing nobles now?" Another called from the back, a bald gentleman who wore the uniform of a fisher. "That's bad for business, you know. They come for you and they'll be coming for all of us soon enough. You mark me!""He's right!" The man with the Northern accent who'd been so carefree a moment ago seemed withdrawn into his horror now. "The guards have been on edge since the massacre at South Tower. They won't let an oper
Niko's POV |One Year Ago…| The day started great. I had a wonderful meal, bright and early in the morn."Oh! Oh—f*ck—keep—shit—don't stop!"Iris was my favorite of the Crystal Palace whores, lovelier than her namesake and wild like a mountain cat. She came heartily on my tongue, sweet as nectar, and couldn't even rouse herself from the sheets when we were finally done. Luckily, Icarus had recovered enough from our earlier round to give the madam's note to me. Can't imagine how pissed Madam Molina would have been if I hadn't gotten the little spit of papyrus. "Madam says she's got another mark for you, Niko." If Iris was my favorite, then Icarus was a close second. He liked to preen, knew his best angles to lay on the bed, showing that peachy freckled ass to perfection. I gave it a swat—what man wouldn't?—and his whimpers almost had me rearing to go for a third round. As fun as that would have been, I did have money to make. "You'll be back t
Ayda's POV In the brief time I've come to call Castle Lykaia home, I'd never seen the castle go dark.A miasma had fallen on Castle Lykaia like a funeral shroud, wraith-like, as it drained the castle of whatever life still lingered in its halls. For a moment, I was worried, frightened that Narcissa had managed to do the unthinkable with her cult, and once I'd opened the door, I'd be confronted with my worst fears. I could still smell the blood, the sanguine rust, staining the servants' quarters. The bodies littering the floor like broken dolls, women who'd meant quite a lot to me in the scant few weeks I'd come to know them.The castle loomed over Nicolette and me, still dressed in the garb of young men for protection.How peculiar it was that when I'd entered these gates, I'd been gripped by a similar mind-numbing fear, although the reasons were different. Had it really been not so long ago, less than a month even, that I stood upon this very thres
Ayda's POV "Do you recognize her, Niko?"I eyed Sebastian, wearily wondering how he'd gotten on a first-name basis with not just any boogeyman of Eventide City but the king of them.Nikodemus Karras—Nightshade Karras, The Prince of the Underworld, The Scourge of Cerberus—was not anyone's casual acquaintance. Knowing the man's face meant one of three things:One, you were a mark of his, and he was coming to collect (which usually meant a person's imminent departure to cross the River Styx).Two, you were under his protection, and he wasn't very cheap (he was a businessman at the end of the day, a merchant of death, and he always made sure to get his pound of flesh)Three, you had the misfortune of bedding him before you'd found out what his true identity was.In my case, it was—indeed—all three. The regularity in which all the above happened was frankly upsetting, but Niko was hardly one to kiss and tell.I had a feeling Niko was going to break that c
Sebastian's POV I'd been young once, easy to trust, quick to love, earnest in all the ways children are that we lose as we age. How we dim when we learn the way the world is.I remember the day The Witch came to us.Sixteen years ago, we experienced a record heatwave in the Central Plains. I remember being happy it was hot because that meant Alex and I could play stickball in the courtyard with the servants. It also meant that Father was less likely to be out and about in the castle as he usually retreated to his summer cabin deep in the woods off of Castle Lykaia's hunting grounds.Likely entertaining another one of his whores."Mother! Are you watching?""Yes, love, I am." Mother rested her hands on my sister Sophie, still in the round of her belly, which had made Alex and I laugh.In those days, late in her term, the baby sat low upon her like a weight. Perhaps Sophie was being difficult, in a way, not that my mother ever begrudged having chil
Ayda's POV "So now you know…"We'd sat together on the couch as Sebastian told me of Kathrine. I…I did not know what to think. Some of the story's elements rang true. Kathrine's lover dying at the hand of Kostas, Theron's diplomatic beliefs, Luna Arianna's death from what Maud had told me....But Kathrine being unable to shift and doing… whatever it was that she'd done at Court? Shadow wolves? Distorted air? Magic? That seemed… illogical at best. Religious experiences were one thing, but what Sebastian claimed wasn't seen in the natural world. The work of the Goddess, maybe.But then I remembered my experiences with the supernatural at the temple.The Goddess had spoken to me, hadn't she? Knew things that were personal to me in ways Medea wouldn't have known, not consciously at least. True, when I'd left the temple, I tried to make sense of it. Was it an actual conjuration, or was it a careful con constructed through years of observation? I wanted to be
Goddess' POV |Two Weeks Later|"August!"Ayda rose from her bed, chest heaving, cold sweat racing down her body like field horses during harvest season.Another dream, a nightmare of the night of the Blood Moon, when she'd thought all hope was lost. It had been so real this time, but they'd always felt real when she was caught in them. It was only when she looked out her window and saw the castle grounds that she knew she was safe.That they had won.Bested Narcissa, somehow…"Ayda?"Sebastian was on high alert the moment he heard his fiancée scream. He went to her at once, wrapping his arm around her, still difficult with how deep his arm wound had been. His nightmares were quieter but no less real. He worried not about the Fenrirwulf or how close he had come to meeting death, only that he was almost faced with his greatest fear again: losing a loved one."Ayda, it was just a dream," adjusting to life after such trauma took time; he knew t
Ayda's POV "Mom, we just can't let this crazy bitch do what she likes!" Miranda paced the room. Narcissa had locked us in the lower level of the ziggurat while she went to the top t with my son in one hand and a black dagger in the other. "She's going to use what's left of the townsfolk to make a sacrifice to open up the veil enough to see the Gates of Tartarus! She's going to destroy the world, kill all of us, and herself with it. Why are you just sitting there!?""Your mother needs that herb more than life itself," Kathrine flexed her fingers, and more chains snaked around Nicolette and me. I was starting to grow worried. Nicolette hadn't woken up yet, and her wounds were still bleeding. "Would you have me watch another mate die? Do you think I could survive it a second time?""You won't need to survive it if the world ends." I thrashed harder against my bonds, my body shifting to that of a half-wolf. Bolstered by the pull of the full moon, I knew I wouldn't have near
Ayda's POV "—Better not have died—""—hadn't hit her so—""—my fault—""—what do you thi—""—being—child—"Water, colder than the ice that sometimes capped the mountains to the north of Emerald Lake, splashed me in the face, shocking me to wakefulness."Oh, good," Narcissa purred, sitting on a throne. "The simpleton is awake."We were somewhere in the temple; I could tell from the cold stone and glowing sigils that now seemed to pulse an agitated scarlet. This was different than the room with the effigies of the Goddess. To my left, I saw a flash of flamingo pink ruffles. Callia looked apologetic, holding the bucket she'd upturned on me.I could see her youngest sister Lilia near where the door was. It looked like Dahlia was holding her back, keeping her away from myself and—"Ni-Nicolette!" My throat was a sandpapery hush ripping at my vocal cords. "Ni-Ni-Nicolette!""For the Goddess's sake, WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!?"I quieted
Ayda's POV "Was there something the matter?"Nicolette had gone to the kitchens to talk to Liv after Maud's funeral. I'd been there in the beginning, offering what condolences I could until it came time to make a trek to the shrine in the woods where Kostas was having a private ceremony. At least, I had hoped it was private; other than the priestess and Sebastian, no one else had shown up for the old king. Not even his Beta."Not quite…" Nicolette glanced back, looking woefully unsure of herself. "I'm sure it's nothing but travel jitters. Don't pay me any mind…"She wasn't the only one who had strange feelings about our impending journey to Opal Moon. It was almost as if something dreadful was going to happen. Which was why, even though she objected rather loudly, I'd decided to keep Zoe at the castle. Sebastian assured me that he would keep an eye on my little sister, to which she petulantly declared she was not a child.It was hard not to ruffle her hair whe
Liv's POV They laughed too much for me to forgive them truly, all of them blue-bloods mulling about as if nothing has happened when everything has happened.Everything has changed.They scheduled Ma's funeral on the same day as the king's, and somehow that seemed fitting. Fitting that the true queen of Obsidian Moon got her just deserts with the man who had done so much to destroy her. Before Luna Alexandra, before Luna Arianna, before he'd tried his hand at touching my sister—there had been my mother.Oh, the mad codger had claimed he loved her in the beginning when they were both young and dumb, and you could fall for false words if they were sugar-coated enough. With his strawberry blond hair and golden eyes, Kostas looked like that classic fairytale prince. You would have never thought Kostas to be the spitting image of his father Philemon, wife-beater and war bringer.He'd hit Ma so hard he'd knocked out three of her teeth.But times were different,
Ayda's POV The morning came, and, to her disappointment, Nicolette wasn't cleared until tomorrow to travel by carriage per the good doctor's orders. Without someone to accompany me who was a little more trustworthy than Zoe (who was far too eager to travel about with a killer still at large), I was stuck until the next cock crow to venture again. Sebastian would have accompanied me to get our son, but he was too busy wrapped up in kingly duties to risk a few days from the castle.So, to not have the entire day wasted, I decided to keep working on my fencing lessons with Sebastian.Though I was much more careful to keep any sexiness out of it after we'd been caught the last time.Nicolette, not wanting to be trapped in her room for longer than was strictly necessary, decided that she'd join us in training. Granted, from the safe confines of the bench, hurling little throwing knives at a bull's eyes–looking miserable.I would have dispatched Zoe upon the poor wo
Ayda's POV "You are," I said, huffing, the rawhide chest protector chafing my skin horrifically even with the shirt he'd loaned me, "a terrible man. Have I told you that?""You may have," Sebastian passed me his waterskin looking unbothered in his casual clothes, olive skin aglow from the exhilaration. His hair was completely devoid of any product, left wild and free to curl around the masculine richness of his face. His Adam's apple bobbed, not clownishly large, but enough to let me know—with the broadness of his shoulders, the bit of chest hair peeking through his tunic, the svelte thickness of his thighs which led to the tight laces girding his manhood—that he was all male.And, upon girlish realization, entirely mine.Fencing was even harder than I'd imagined; the weight of even the smallest of his swords—a rapier—still commanded more stamina in me than I was used to. I wasn't necessarily weak, but given the lack of proper nutrition—skipping meals to
Ayda's POV The morning after my fight with Sebastian was far more domestic than I thought it would be. We had breakfast in the tea room rather than the dining hall as I'd expected.The informality of the seating arrangement was just what I needed.One thing I liked about my life as a commoner was how everyday practices—like meal times, reading, or even hobbies—were all done in a communal setting. A practice only those who'd endured long generational friendships based on mutual goodwill and training, or for the formality of being related to each other, were allowed the privy of in an aristocrats' home. In a commoner's home, there was no stiffy nature of formality because of decorum; one could relax and truly be as they were amongst the common people! It made all the above practices even more enjoyable in a sense and staved off the inherent loneliness that seemed to plague the castle and manors inhabited by the upper echelons of Lycan society.I suspected S
Narcissa's POV "Narcissa, please." Callia hung on me like one of those parasitic vines that choked the mighty redwoods near the Ruby Plateau in the Westerlies. "Just stay! You're not well, we don't have to go home. We could stay here, start anew!""GET OFF ME!"I bit her hard enough to break the skin, and the other two pulled her back, fearful of me. Good, they should be. For too long had I endured their endless sniveling, weighing me down with their uselessness. I didn't need ANY of them.I adjusted the hem of my new dress—white like the frozen lands of my home, lace flowers elegantly kissing my frame, and the pureness of the fetching A-line silhouette with matching cape—walked barefoot out of Opal Hill. I didn't require shoes; they would only slow me down; my legs—hidden beneath the long tulle skirt—had reverted to their true shape. Lupine and powerful, the white fur matching my look, a true werewolf queen.Had anyone seen a more beautiful woman?Someho