It was less than two minutes, but it was everything. Raya was pinging around my mind like a rocket, exhilaration firing as I blindly stumbled back into the room. Stripping off I quickly unlocked the door before diving into the shower. I had to scrub any trace of his scent away before Etherly came back. I couldn’t even pretend to look happy in front of her, knowing we were returning to the isolation and fear of Greenway. Etherly’s face was equally miserable from sleeping on a lumpy chair all night as she concocted her latest bizarre, gilded imagery. Today I looked like a stretched satsuma, in a loud orange and gold gown. It was in no way practical for driving home. The knots and buttons she fastened at the back would guarantee me a painful drive. “Are you looking forward to returning home,” she randomly asked, adding dozens of golden butterflies to my hair. My eye make up was a gold and kohl-black shimmer, hardly recognisable in the mirror. “I am,” I replied with a smile. Home to F
I looked at her on purpose. /Course you did/ Alba scoffed as I tried to convince him for the hundredth time on the drive home that I know what I’m doing. I’d fallen asleep almost immediately after leaving Foxton, no surprise after an entire night on the balcony. Rhett said nothing, perhaps he knew why I looked like shit, from sitting out in every form of weather waiting for those two precious minutes with her. /Worth it/ Alba growled contentedly and I smiled to myself. Her beautiful face, the way it tilted up towards me with so much trust and adoration. The way just grabbing her to me made a little desperate pant escape and a blush rise to her cheeks. Fuck. Time to focus. Not that I’d managed to do that when it became time to leave. When Luna Gwyneth came in for the flirty farewell I had to look across, even though Kate looked nothing like herself. She looked like a fucking candlestick to be honest, trussed up in all that silk and gold. But it was still Kate. Underneath the s
Trundling back into Greenway, I should have been enchanted by the huge thick trees and opulent buildings leading to the Packhouse. Every imposing tree trunk just reminded me of prison bars. Every tree is a barrier between me and Fyrestone. Thankfully Austin and Zaw were immediately interested in the latest correspondence and palace news. I spotted Mina directing a dozen servants, all carrying huge bags and trunks of precious jewels with military precision. Now the Conference has concluded, Austin will not care about every single thing I do. I hope so anyway. When I passed Mina, her blue eyes widened and a wide smile beamed across her face. I gave her a small smile back. Even though I hate Greenway, Minahas been one of the few lights. Back in my small room I stripped off as much of the clunking gold and jewels as possible. "You're back?" as the face and beautiful round, blue eyes of Seraphine appeared at the door. Her hair tumbled down in shimmering brown ringlets, her lips curled i
Heading down the cobbled path with Rose gave me a strange sense of Déjà vu. We had done this only a few months ago. Late at night, the scent of citrus and sweet fuchsia flowers mixed upon the dusky evening air we had strolled, close siblings, able to trust one another. I had declared I would stand up for her, make sure I would do everything I could to prevent her being in an arranged marriage to Austin. Now I was here to find out just how much she had deliberately ruined a young woman’s life. “Much further?” Rose asked, her eyes glued downwards to the cobbles. She wore a long black dress, covered in slashes and chains. After being dolled up like a toy for the Conference she was back in full punk mode. Her short dark hair was a mess of wild curls and her ears covered in new piercings. I was in my leather jacket, unzipped, grey shirt underneath. “Just into the orchard, did you do all those piercings yourself?” “Roxie, we were bored at Foxton,” she shrugged nonchalantly. /Fantastic/
Rose was out of the picture, leaving just the three of us. Friends since boyhood yet it felt as though I was meeting Glenn for the first time. This was the guy who had been there when my mother died. He physically picked me up, and with Rhett carried me outside the packhouse into this orchard. I screamed myself hoarse that day, such emotions forbidden by my father in his presence. Now grown men, he stood as surly and miserable as a teenager, hands shoved into his green hoodie front pocket and eyes studying the floor. “Glenn, what do you have to say?” “Nothing. You heard Rose. That’s what happened. I followed the Luna Princesses orders.” “Glenn, you’ve been my best friend for so long…don’t make me do this.” “Do what?” /Here we go/ Alba said, as I took another plunge, let’s destroy another relationship tonight. Sighing I pushed my black hair from my forehead and simply said. “Why did you tell Kate to head to Greenway? Why would you send her to Austin!” This time Rhett lost contro
Now I have the amulet back I feel safer, Austin is still using me for meetings, but the suspicion has lessened. Over the past couple of weeks I have most of my meals with Seraphine and Mina. I laugh sometimes. I have a routine. I am assembling the fragments of a life here in Greenway. It is all necessary to provide a cover for my true intentions. Every time a meeting ends and I head down to the library to add to the records I open a filing cabinet drawer. There is no apparent logic to the previous scribe’s system. Random years, random topics spill out as I take a couple of minutes each day to try and find whatever it is I need to help Dex. In the two weeks since we returned, I have gone through just one silver filing cabinet, another two dozen to go, plus the meters of bulging wooden shelving, plus the lockboxes. I need to get faster but the howling anguish of Hugo reminds me of the price I will pay for being found rooting through these documents. Just as I finish putting away some
In the reflection of the mirror I tried to use my free hand to touch the wound, to check if I could just wipe it away. He had nicked my neck with his silver blade, something no shifter can heal. Alpha Austin instead raised his knife, pointing it towards my fingers, that were blocking his view of my injury. Slowly I lifted my hand away, watching his moves in the mirror instead of looking directly at his face. Like a dance, I was his prey trying not to get caught yet he wanted me scared enough to thrill him. His blue eyes were racing with purple, his wolf loving every second. He sniffed, the metallic scent of my blood now in the air. With my hand removed he took away the knife and used the same hand to push my face into his. Forcing his tongue into my mouth for a couple of seconds as I squirmed, he pushed my face away. Roughly licking the blood from my neck like a rabid dog I fought against his touch, trying not to cry at the sensation of his tongue on my skin. In struggling I accide
I have ditched Berlarot before but I mean it this time. I can’t keep having my emotions toyed with like that. What happened with Alpha Austin was dangerous. It was me making the decisions and talking the talk but the drive to send me down those stairs and throw myself at a man I’d never met. That wasn’t me. I can be confident and sexual but it was like he turned those aspects of me up to full volume, removing my instinct to not die at the hands of a psychopath. I’ve spent almost every hour since arriving on campus lusting after Alpha Dex and then a switch flicks and suddenly I want Austin? Berlarot is messing with me and it’s pissing me off. I don’t know much more of my life he is tampering with as even Felix seems to be cooling off I can’t decide if the distance between Felix and I is a good or a bad thing as I lay on my bed with sad radio tunes matching my mood. Seeing as I never really wanted him anyway it’s probably good. Then some days he randomly wraps his huge, solid arms
###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