Zane’s POVEerie.That was the first word that came to mind as I shook each hand, one at a time.There was something eerie about these men. They all sat, legs crossed in criss cross style, their hands resting on their knees. They all had the same serene smile on their faces. Their heads were all shaved, and they all wore tunics that were exactly the same except for the colors.Two red tunics. One brown. One yellow. And one gray.I was happy to see that there were five of them. Together, we could find a way out. I didn’t know how strong their wolves were, but with six of us all together, we had a fighting chance.I wanted to get down to business right away. There was no time to waste. I had to question them. Get all the details I could about this place. About these witches. So we could start formulating a plan.“You’re the Lycan King?” the one in the yellow tunic asked.“I am,” I said.They all bowed their heads in unison. They stayed like that, bowed, for an awkward amount of time. I
Zane’s POVThey all stood up at once, a serious expression on their faces.“Come with us,” the one in the red tunic said.“Why?” I sighed, annoyed. Now that I knew these breeders were nothing more than witch-crazed, useless humans, I didn’t want to spend another second with them.I had to focus. I had to get out of here.“You heard her,” the one in the gray tunic said. “It’s time for the bonfire.”“Right,” I rolled my eyes. “So they can brand me. And then I can never escape.”They looked shocked by my flippant tone. “This is your initiation. Into the Brotherhood. I suggest you take this seriously.”“I don’t want to be in your brotherhood,” I told them.They all gasped.“I know this is hard for you to understand. But I did NOT come here willingly. I’m a lycan, for crying out loud. Do you have any idea how powerful I am?”“Then why don’t you just leave?” They looked very offended. I was pretty sure one of them was even pouting. I felt a little bad. I hadn’t meant to upset them. They wer
Zane’s POVI felt my knees buckle but Brinsle caught me by the arm.The wrongness permeated the air, as thick as the smoke from the fire. Something wasn’t right here. It was the coven. It was the way they…They were all identical, somehow, in some way.I saw Lucinda then. The sight of her pulled me from my thoughts.She walked to the front of the coven. They all turned their heads back towards Lucinda, in complete unison. She was standing in front of the bonfire now, facing the coven. She had a silver knife in her hand.The knife was to brand me with, I assumed. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was painfully wrong. That’s NOT at ALL what the knife was for.I glanced around, looking for Callie. She had to be there, somewhere. But all I saw were a slew of unfamiliar faces. How many were there? It was hard to tell. Every so often, I would see a set of eyes. But then it seemed to disappear.No one spoke. Not even Lucinda. The silence was unnerving.The humans stopped far behind us. The
Zane’s POVShe smiled sardonically at me.“You think you’re the only one with power?” she asked, using her mouth.“Is that what that was?” I asked, breathless. I was stunned by what I’d just seen. It was a power so raw, so pure, so limitless. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time.NO ONE should have that much power.“Yes, that was my power source. And I know what you’re thinking.” The fire crackled behind her. “Having that much power is dangerous. And you’re right. But only if the power is in the wrong hands.”She came towards me and held out her hands, palms up. “But these, Zane, these are not the wrong hands.”I looked at her quizzically. I was only beginning to understand the depth of the power witches had. I found it odd though. They never wielded it. All those years ago, when the werewolves and the witches fought, why hadn’t they just obliterated us?They clearly had the power to do it. The power Sullivan just showed me could have wiped away the werewolves, easily.
Zane’s POVMy eyes flashed to the silver knife in Lucinda’s hand. I assumed they would use the knife to brand me in some way. I was wrong.Lucinda stepped to the side of the fire. Then she waved her hands and a rope of green light shot out from her fingers. The green rope attached to the knife and I watched, stunned, as she tossed the knife into the fire.“Kneel,” Sullivan told me.Kneel? For her? Was she crazy? There was no way in hell I was going to kneel. The Lycan King kneels for no one.I noticed that the coven was so silent, it was though they were holding a collective breath. They were waiting for me to kneel. I glared at Sullivan.No. I would not kneel. I didn’t care how much power this bitch had. I was the Lycan King. I kneeled for no one!“You can do whatever ritual you want to me. But I will NOT kneel for it,” I seethed at Sullivan.“Is that so?” she asked. Her eyes flitted up and down on my face. Then she chuckled softly and took a step backwards.“Falcon Crest Coven, did
Zane’s POVI waited for the pain. I clenched my jaw and waited. I had no idea where she would cut me, but any second now, the knife was slash at my skin.The red hot knife that had been heated in the bonfire.Any second now.I waited, on my knees, Lucinda’s hand still on my head. The coven had stopped chanting. The only sound in the night was the sound of the crackling bonfire.One second passed. Then two.The knife was up in the air. It would come down on me. Any moment now.Three seconds. Four.What was the hold up? The anticipation was killing me. Just get it over with, I prayed to the moon goddess. Whatever pain this ritual was going to inflict, just do it already.I was held in place but some sort of spell.Waiting.Waiting.Five seconds. Six.Okay, this was ridiculous. I opened my eyes, just a slit, to see what was going on. And to my surprise, the knife had already come down.But it came down on Sullivan.Sullivan had dropped her robe. She was naked from the waist up. And there
Zane’s POVWhen I awoke, I was tied to something. A stake, maybe? I was still naked. There were a lot of sounds. Chanting? My mouth hurt. My tongue was so swollen, I felt like it barely fit in my mouth.I felt heat. I opened my eyes.I was indeed tied to a stake, with the bonfire at my back. It was still night. All around me, witches danced and chanted. They were topless, their breasts smeared in something I couldn’t quite make out.Some looked like they were in a frenzy, their arms flailing in the air. Others bounced back and forth from foot to foot, rhythmic in their motions. They laughed and cackled, and I realized, this was still part of the ritual.My skin felt warm. Warm and sticky. There was something on it. But what?Just then, a witch appeared in front of me. Her wild eyes peered out between her untamed strands of hair. She smiled a maniac’s smile. Then she rubbed her hand over her stomach. She licked her palm in a long motion before rubbing it onto my arm.In the fire light,
Zane’s POVBrinsle glared at me.If looks could kill, I would be dead. I didn’t understand. Wasn’t this some sort of privilege, being called by Sullivan?The other witches sure seemed to think it was.And both Sullivan and Lucinda beamed with pride.But Brinsle?She just stood there, shooting me daggers with her eyes.“Come, Brinsle,” Sullivan finally said, a bit uneasily. She could see the look on Brinsle’s face. “We have given you a great gift. His seed is strong. He’s reserved for the youngest wombs in our coven, as they are the most fertile. He is yours now for a month, to impregnate you and to teach you the ways of sex.”Brinsle stayed fixed in place.Teach her the ways of sex?Um…no. I was not some sort of sex trainer. I had absolutely no intentions of having sex with Brinsle. I needed to find Callie so I could figure out my escape.Lucinda and Sullivan’s power had a weakness. I needed to know what it was.“Brinsle,” Luicnda said more firmly. “You will come and claim your breede
Eden’s POVEighteen today. How the time flies by! It seems like only yesterday I was lying on the bed, crying in agony as wave after wave of labor crashed over me. She was a difficult birth, Jupiter. But I made it through, of course.Who could have known the woman she would grow into?She is standing in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself in her new gown. She’s glorious. Soft, pink cheeks and glacier blue eyes, just like Zara’s. She is the best of witches and the best of wolves – a unique hybrid that brings out both in this fluid, magical way.“Aunty Brinsle and Aunty Astrid?” she asked, looking at my reflection standing behind her. “Are they ready?”“Yes, love,” I tell her. “They are both waiting.” There’s a gentle knock on the door, and as if on cue, Brinsle and Astrid enter.“Oh Jupes,” Brinsle says, rushing to her side. “Look at you. All grown up.” Tears well in her eyes and she turns away.“I told you, no tears today,” Jupiter scolds Brinsle. But then she smiles sof
Zane’s POVSometimes, I don’t know who I love more, Eden or Jupiter. What a I saying? I love them equally.I was shocked, of course, the night our baby was born. I couldn’t believe it when Eden said the name, Jupiter. It all came together in that moment. Calista told me that visions always come true. Lucinda has the vision of a young girl born with both wolf and witch, a girl that would rule over both.Lucinda assumed it would be her daughter.She was wrong.It was ours.Eden has witch blood and wolf blood. Jupiter was born with both. She is our daughter and she will one day unite the wolves and the witches. For now, though, she’s just a bright-eyed, mischievous little five year old girl.And she is our world.Brinsle counsels Jupiter on the ways of witches. Sometimes, she takes Jupiter to different covens. The covens welcome her, this little daughter of ours. Astrid is in charge of Jupiter’s wolf training. And of course, Astrid is Jupiter’s god-mother. I know she is in good hands wit
Eden’s POVThe wedding was small but lovely. Zane gave Brinsle away and he was so honored to do so. It was a traditional human wedding, and Brinsle was lovely in her white dress. Adrian was handsome in his traditional human tuxedo. They chose a human wedding because they couldn’t have a werewolf one since Brinsle wasn’t a werewolf and they couldn’t have a witch wedding since Adrian wasn’t a witch. So they chose a human wedding instead.After the ceremony, we all mingled and sipped champagne while the children ran around playing tag on the grassy knoll. I was so happy for Adrian as I watched him great his guests, as was Zane. We both had a soft spot for Adrian and Brinsle. They were family as far as we were concerned.But it hadn’t always been easy. It had been a slow love between Brinsle and Adrian. They were both a bit broken and they both had serious trust issues. Brinsle had a magic that was too powerful for her and a history of lashing out. She had some pretty dark secrets in her
Eden’s POV“Lucia, how many times I have told you – get off the warrior training grounds!”I giggled. Lucia had a basket in her arms. It was lunch for Storm. I was sure of it. Lucia was notorious for this. She’d just scuttle right out onto the field, a basket full of food for Storm, and completely disrupt his warriors.“But it’s lunch time,” she said, cocking her head to the side.Storm was clearly embarrassed as she shook his head. His warriors smiled slyly. They were used to it. Lucia was a doting wife. She brought Storm lunch every day without fail.I was visiting for our monthly dinner date. Once a month, I made the trek out to see Lucia at her pack, the Santonio Pack. It was a bit of a hike, since her pack boundary was up in the hills. We’d chosen the location because of the view. After spending all those years on the island at the estate, Lucia swore she never wanted to see water ever again. So her pack was built up on the mountain on a flat plateau, surrounded only by tree tops
Eden’s POVI cursed Zane. I cursed sex. I cursed every one in that room and the sun and the moon and anything and everything I could think of. I had known pain in my life, really bad physical pain, but nothing had prepared me for the pain that ripped through my insides every time I had a contraction.We were back in my room. The doctor and several maids were by my side, as well as Astrid and Zane. Those were the only two people I wanted in the room with me. I gritted my teeth and did my best to breathe while contraction after contraction ripped through me. Zane wiped my forehead with cold clothes. Astrid held my hand, even though I was pretty sure I’d broken her fingers with my tight grip.I was only vaguely aware of the time, but I knew it was night.“It’s a long labour,” the doctor said. “I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it goes sometimes.”Outside my window, the guests waited with baited breath. It hadn’t taken long for word to spread right after the crowning that the queen was i
Eden’s POVI knew we invited a lot of people, but I didn’t really know how many until I saw them all sprawled out there in the garden. Thousands of people, for as far as I could see. Little children waved excitedly as I passed. Little girls giggled and whispered to their mothers:“She’s the most beautiful queen I’ve ever seen.”We walked slowly, through the crowds. I took my time, nodding and smiling as I went along. Everyone smiled back.Once or twice, a strange cramp ran through my stomach and I gripped Astrid’s hand. She looked at me, a worried expression on her face.“Eden, tell me the next time you feel a cramp, okay?” she asked.“Sure,” I said.The walk to the stage took a long time. I was so humbled that this many people had come to see my coronation. Some of them had travelled a very long way. I saw the pile of presents Astrid had commented on. Holy crap was right; it was massive!My eyes swelled. Such generosity from my people.“Oh,” I said, suddenly stopping. It was a cramp
Eden’s POVThe sun burst through the window and I bolted out of bed. I was so happy I could sing. It was here, it was finally here! Coronation day!The baby kicked, really hard. I pressed my hand on my stomach.“No no no,” I said. “You be a good girl and stay in there just one more day.” Then I went straight to the washroom to shower.Zane and I had stayed in separate rooms last night. The girls had stayed in my room with me: Astrid, Brinsle, Murietta, Lucia, and Chloe. We’d played silly games and talked late into the night. It had been a perfect evening, with the exception of a few major cramps. It was probably just too much food I told myself. We had, after all, stuffed our faces all night long.The women were still fast asleep when I got out of the shower. I jumped onto the bed and said in a sing-song voice:“Get up! It’s coronation day!”They all groaned. Astrid rolled over sleepily, tossing her arm over her head. “Not yet,” she said.Brinsle sat up immediately, as did Chloe. I’d
Eden’s POVMy mind reeled. A hundred thoughts ripped through my head. My heart and my stomach hurt.There was a baby?A baby with that…witch?But how? Why? This didn’t make any sense. I looked to Brinsle. If anyone would know, besides Zane, it was her. The look on her face said it all – apologetic.There WAS a baby.“Just listen,” Zane said.“You didn’t tell me?” I asked, embarrassed and angry. “You and…her? She’s carrying your baby?”“Eden, please. Just…come with me. Let’s talk.”But I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to run. I wanted to jump back into the lake and swim away again, like I had all those months ago.Had he been unfaithful to me? With a witch?He rushed towards me then and reached for my hand. But I shrugged him off.“I don’t understand,” I said.“So let me explain,” he told me.“Eden?” It was Brinsle. She was suddenly beside me. I felt like the world was spinning. I felt like I was going to be sick. “Just…just hear him out. Okay. It’s not what you think. I promise.”Her e
Eden’s POV“Excuse me?” I asked.The woman stopped in front of us. I was furious. Who the hell did she think she was? This was a private affair! This was an intimate, royal burial for MY mother. What was she talking about?“I’m guessing my invitation got lost in the mail?” the woman asked sardonically. “Zane, Brighton, Alpha so and so, nice to see you all again. Although I wish it were on happier terms.”I let Zane tense beside me. How did she know Brighton? And Zane? And was that my grandfather she was referring to.“What are you doing here?” Zane said, his voice low.“What do you mean?” she asked. “Of course I’m here. You’re burying my sister.”“This is a wolf’s burial. On wolf territory. You’re not welcome here, Lucinda,” Zane hissed.Lucinda?I knew that name. She was the head of the coven, the Falcon Crest Coven. She was the woman who had kept Zane and all the others prisoners. The woman who had personally provided Skylar with the potion for his warriors.What WAS she doing here?