I’ve fallen out with Roxie in the past but never for this long. A full week of silent treatment, neither of us ready to say a single word. In the orphanage it was impossible, we slept in the same room, had limited places to go. In the Compound I could quite easily avoid her completely apart from the classes we shared. I was relentless in my note taking and revising. I lived in the library, its white plastered walls and long lines of shelves as familiar to me as the damp, depressing walls of my new home. I knew where I could quietly be left alone, free from the whispers and pointing of others. I’d revised so hard. I am even fairly competent at some Dark Arts now. The next exam focused on witchcraft. The differences between them and shifters. How a shifter using the natural, Moon Goddess approved spirits that surrounds us was different to the manipulation used by witches. Although called Dark Arts, it is more a form of meditation, connecting to the Moon Goddess on a higher level for
Another scalding hot outdoor session of fighting beckoned. This was our first exam to involve shifting. I’ve spent the past week avoiding the orchard, instead allowing Raya to just go nuts in the opposite direction. Heading out of the compound the way we hiked on our second day, getting right into the heat and dust. Seeing as I had nobody to spar with, nor had I ever fought in wolf-form beyond the training sessions the best I could do was improve our fitness. Raya was a lovely little wolf, all brown fur and honey-coloured eyes. /We are getting stronger, you never know we might do well/ she had crowed happily, enjoying being in her natural, spiritual state. Shifted, I understood the Dark Arts a lot more as well. Embodying a wolf pushes you infinitely closer to nature. Every scent, echo, swirling cloud of dust catches the senses more intensely. So of course, why wouldn’t one want to encourage that bond, to get closer to nature. Standing in my training gear with everyone else we await
Fighting back tears I silently allowed Glenn to pick me up, wincing as he dragged towards a grassy knoll. “Carry the fuck on then you bunch of sick animals,” he growled at the crowd as he fashioned a splint for my leg out some thick branches and the first aid kit Coach Grantley produced. Where did that first aid kit appear from? How long was he planning to mindlessly gape at my naked woe before Beta Glenn? My mind was a whirlwind of flashing anger towards those who failed to offer the most basic human sympathy, embarrassment at my latest failure and sadness at the crushing realisation weighing on my chest like a dumbbell. This is too much for me to bear. Even if I pass the Assessment would I even be happy to stay here after this? “Can I lift you, it’s going to hurt like fuck but you’re best off at your home.” “Can you take me to Healing, I have an exam there this afternoon?” “Sure thing,” he said, his face twisted in concentration as he lifted me bridal style, my broken lower leg
It was the best decision I could have made, getting out of Fyrestone, a change of scenery. Rooting through the library crypt, assessing Eduardo's records I uncovered some facts that made my stomach churn. Eduardo had adopted the Humbling practice from Greenway, after Alpha Austin’s father bragged about its effectiveness on criminals. Five years ago, Eduardo ‘humbled’ eight smugglers. The sheer cliff faces of Cliffril would have meant almost instant death once they were turned out from his high-rise packhouse. Considering they had their sight and hearing ripped away with hot pokers, that fact was probably a blessing. The realisation Alpha Eduardo, with his easy manners and wide smiles, was not as good natured as I always assumed, meant all the hugs, the camaraderie and sly mocking of the other pack members left a bitter taste. Naive fool I had been. A fallen idol. One I had looked up instead of my father for the last few years. Observing him having fun, living an expansive, caref
The days were as boring as possible. If Luna Gwyneth was trying to hide the more interesting features of her pack from me she certainly succeeded. I found nothing but grey, owl-eyed accountants willing to argue down to the last hundred grams of grain. Boring bastards. Still I told myself that Father expected me to get a result. So I played hardball. For three days I argued back, pointed out deficiencies and miscalculations. I rose up, threatened to head south to Alpha Frank’s Juro Pack for all our comparable resources and be done with his foolishness. As my boots clipped smartly along her wooden floorboards, my hand resting on the ebony carved door handle he squawked, calling me back. We came away with the best rates in years. The grey, limp man shook my hand with all the enthusiasm of a condemned man on his way to the gallows. I smiled pleasantly and thanked him for his time. Serves him right for thinking I would sign up to anything. /Which in the past you probably would have d
At least being the most hated person in the Compound has a small advantage. Absolutely nobody will come and wake you up from your sleep, not even if it’s late at night and the library is ready for closing. A sharp rapping on the desk by the elderly, scowling librarian woke me with a fright. I quickly realised I had dry, itchy bread crumbs on my face and a huge ink stain on my most expensive course book. Of course. Of course my pen has leaked all over it. I picked up the weighty volume, flustered, flicking through the pages trying to work out the extent of the damage when I remembered, with a thought as clear and brash as gunfire. I’m done. It doesn’t matter anymore. I studied the small pile of notepads, stationary and books before me. I clung to this Assessment like a life raft. These past months, I had treated passing this course as the only thing keeping my life afloat. Yet now I can see, it is the course which is the millstone around my neck. The Assessment is slowly killin
She’s kissing me. She wants this to happen and yet I just saw her break down in the rain a minute ago. From the window I had observed a figure slowly walking through the rain. So late at night, posture sunken and defeated it made me curious. I didn’t realise it was Kate until Alba alerted me. It was only when she sunk to her knees and cried out in frustration I recognised her voice. Grabbing my jacket I shot out to get her. I don’t know why. Well I do, but I know it goes against what she’s asked from me. However I’m not a fucking monster. The cold was shocking to my skin but all I could see was her crumpled, exhausted outline. I had to get her. I wasn’t planning to kiss her either, I just wanted to help her. But she looked so different. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying but there was a wildness that I hadn’t seen before. The way she pulled me towards her, kissing me with that sexy bit of tongue I don’t even think she knows she does. Crossing the line herself without an
Throwing me onto the bed It’s like a living dream. I’d allowed myself to wonder what would happen that first night and here I am. So what if I’m another notch on his bedpost, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s like ticking a box, /you tell yourself that/ Raya sarcastically adds. The idea that I won't see him again after tonight does make my heart ache. Especially when he joins me on the bed. As the mattress sank with our combined weight, I rolled me towards him, my arm and shoulders against his solid chest. Laid down flat, gazing up at him, propped up by an elbow he watches me. Those dark eyes completely fixed on mine. I gently lift some fallen black locks from his forehead, pushing them behind his ear. It’s just a natural, comfortable position. Just two people gazing at each other. The fact we were completely naked, flushed and panting seemed immaterial. Stripped of everything, even the cool leather jacket Dex is still an intimidating presence. Those jet black tattoos, fierce strips
###ONE YEAR LATER###KATESo I’m Luna Kate now. We had a big, outdoor ceremony that everyone appeared to see. Dex wore all black, looking absolutely unreal. I wore a long fitted red gown, in keeping with the ruby in his eyes and the colours of Fyrestone. Almost everybody was there, of course Roxie was not.Dex and I have taken the bike to Verna a few times since that first outing. I think it’s his favourite thing to do when life gets a bit much. We also haven’t made it back once without having stopped mid-way home. Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess.I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.It stood for all the lightning and thunderstorms we sheltered in together as children
Just for a while we switched off. There was a whole world of shit to deal with back at the packhouse. Dex hadn’t yet mentioned the gigantic black opal ring of his fathers that was now on his hand either. The drunken bonfire blowout tonight sounded absolutely perfect to be honest, it wasn’t even something I usually enjoyed doing. So much had happened it sounded amazing to just relax for a few hours.I knew he was stressed about Rhett being so weakened, the fact there was no way Glenn and Ariel would be able to live happily under the scorching sun of Fyrestone. However right now, tearing along the red dust ground at a dangerously fast speed it didn’t matter for a while.He took the bends with rough, sharp leans that made me hold my breath and cling onto his chest for dear life as we raced across the desert plains. His leather jacket smelt so delicious, the bonfire scent that first captured my heart fast becoming a permanent part of me. I wondered if he found himself smelling of grass e
Finally, after what feels like weeks we are back in Fyrestone. The whole campus turns out to greet our return. Matt and Felix are treated like living gods, one blonde girl with red lipstick, Cherry I think, particularly clinging onto Matt as the student feted two of their own winning a war.The cars that arrived to fetch us from Foxton were gratefully received. The men were tired and ready to recuperate. Of course, it was only what was expected of them. To be classed as a Warrior meant to risk your lives and battle for the pack. Fyrestone had lost several men as well. A lot of them nearer my fathers generation, men he was reluctant to let out to pasture. My selection of younger, sleeker warrior students and recent graduates had all survived. My father and Rose were waiting at the Packhouse for us, alongside a scarily-slimmed down Rhett. His ashy blonde hair tied in a topknot and a smile brimming on his ridiculously bushy beard. If he had looked almost feral before, he certainly did
With a heavy heart we had to leave. Cliffrill, Foxton and other packs needed Dex’s presence. When I told Roxie she was almost enthusiastic at the prospect of being left. “Go, go be the Luna, it’s fine. I don’t want everyone here watching me scab over anyway.” she had insisted.I did wonder how much of it was getting rid of me, or knowing that the sooner we left the sooner Felix would be gone. He tried again to talk to her but Mina had to show him out when Roxie refused to see him.Now Mina and Olaf are mated, very happily so by the sounds ringing out day and night she is coming with us. So we have had to entrust Roxie’s final healing to Etherly. Still a petite, sour faced little thing I sat her down for a talk as we prepared to leave.“Are you happy Austin has gone?”“Not particularly,” she said with a scowl, her petite features against twenty years every time she creased up so sourly. “I had a good life here.”“There is nothing to stop you having a good life elsewhere. This place was
Fuck me I owe Olaf a drink. Maybe ten. He can have every jewel in this shithole.The sight of Kate standing there in the gardens, not that she was really eyeing up the silent giant was enough to make Alba go wild. The green silk slip she wore was fluttering softly in the breeze, her eyes so brown and soulful combined with that honey hair. I was rock hard before I even stood behind her.Now I’m watching as my mate keeps her eyes on me, unzipping my pants on her knees. I know it’s maybe immature, enjoying the risk of being outside but it’s something Alba and I have in common. Fuck, it’s clearly something Kate likes too, she’s been bent over a balcony howling before now so this is junior league in comparison.When she started teasing me, suggesting things I could do to her she had no idea how wild it drives me. Or maybe she does know exactly what she’s doing, in which case she deserves my cock in her mouth even more.Her plump perfectly pink lips kissing and wrapping around the head of m
The tender-hearted bear of a man who waited outside the door was soon replaced by a different beast entirely. On waking up he flexed his Alpha authority with ease. Ordering his collection of men into different brigades, plus reserves arrived with supplies and information. Almost twenty hours after the battle was won and the dust was starting to settle.A constant flurry of decisions had to be made. Dex, now sat in the library answered dozens of questions. Dispensing supplies, where everything needed to go and handling every kind of diplomatic crisis. We received an update on Rhett, he had been successfully taken by the Fyrestone and was under care.Glenn would still be heading back to Foxton to inform Luna Madeline but a scout had returned from his group to confirm Eduardo was being held captive. His pack were apparently only too happy to place him under arrest. It was peculiar how no local rebellion occurred. Fyrestone’s warriors were allowed across the territory without difficulty.
Hours of chanting, each of us holding Roxie’s charred hand or foot as Olaf mixed herbs and guided our voiced was exhausting. My head dropped, fighting waves of tiredness after days of running from Foxton. Olaf and Felix had battled too, their red wounds matching Roxie’s battered form. It was peculiar to feel the ebb and flow of her body. I would feel warmth and a pulse only for it to simmer away. Her breathing was barely there, her chest flickering instead of rising. Her wolf was pushing itself to the limits and there was no way of knowing what would happen.On the sofas, rapidly staining with blood as her wounds seeped, we surrounded her with our love. As dawn broke over a new day Mina looked around and clanged the cymbals.Olaf began to shake his head in failure, the herbs, hair and peculiar rocks he had procured moved to one side. He was accepting defeat. I couldn't. I gave my last bit of energy, chanting louder, closer to her ear praying with everything I had that she would choos
After swimming in the blackness, for what could have been years or seconds I was calm. Unable to form a thought, feel any pain I simply existed in a pool of darkness. That almost-tumbling feeling of falling asleep, when you’re just on the brink of accepting tiredness, was the only sensation. Then the pungent, unmistakable scent of burning hair entered the darkness.The first emotion and clear thought that dripped into my awareness was the fear that the smell was sulphur. That Berlarot even in death remained tied to me.As my senses slowly strengthened, like a slow turning up of volume I found my inner voice. Another thought occurred when I realised it was not Berlarot, was the assumption that the burning smell was my own hair. Perhaps the tower was burning, maybe Kate had done something marvellous and saved everyone.Kate. My sister.I’d left her. I’d jumped and left her to the mercy of Austin. A coward till the end. Death is the correct path for me.Thoughts swam around in the black
What the hell has happened here. We’ve saved the fucking day and I’m getting shit for it.As she vanished around the corner the blonde girl with blue eyes approached. “I’m Mina, I did not want to get Kate’s hopes up but I think…Roxie needs a healer. She might not be completely gone yet.”I groaned, rubbing my face. We’re just a collection of fighters, “Azus, do you?” knowing the answer would be a no before he walked off to check on his injured men. Then, as quiet as a tiger through the trees Olaf came into view. He was completely naked, his grey hair shorn, eyes shimmering gold and yellow.He walked down the grassy path, all of us staring at his intimidating presence. Was he some kind of fucking sun god? Blessed with serious muscles and abs behind all that weird grey hair it felt as though we were all meeting him for the first time.Ignoring everyone’s stares he fixed his eyes on the tall, blonde Mina. We all saw her breath catch, her eyes widen as she fell under some kind of spell. F