*Bexley*
I want to run to Canaan and wrap my arms around his furry neck, but we can’t do that right now. The sounds of fighting from downstairs are still intense, and it’s clear he’s still injured. He drops Garth’s head on the floor, and I rush over to him, trying to see where the bullet entered him earlier.
He nuzzles up against me, and I almost laugh, but I’m too busy looking for his injury. I find it in his shoulder. “This looks painful,” I murmur, wishing he could talk to me. His eye is also a bit jacked up, like maybe Garth also punched him too hard in the face.
“I’m all right,” I hear in my head.
I take a step backward and almost trip over what’s left of Garth. “Wh-what was that?”
He looks at me with a wolfy grin. “That’s the mind-link. I can talk to you now that you know who you are.”
“Now that I know who I am?” I
*Bexley*I still don’t know how to find the vault. Anna, who was standing nearby when Justin told me where to find Canaan, spoke up and said she’d escort me. Now, I walk with her up a back stairwell away from all of the blood and gore that the staff has already begun to clean up. As we walk, she tells me a story.“It was the night of Prince Canaan’s seventeenth birthday. King Paul and Queen Sophia wanted to throw a ball and invite all of the nobles from all the kingdoms near and far. Prince Canaan didn’t want such an event, though. The king had just finished negotiating an agreement with the townsfolk for the villages between Luna Hollow and Hexeton to become part of the kingdom, and there had been some fighting. Canaan thought it disrespectful to have a party at such a time. His mother, who had a bit of a temper, decided if he wanted to act that way, she’d send all of the nobles home. They wouldn’t celebrate at a
*Canaan*The feel of Bexley’s soft skin beneath my fingers has me wanting to forget about the rest of the world. I would love to pick her up, carry her back to my bedroom, and ravish her the way I’ve been dreaming of doing since the day we met.But I have another important task for her. I’m begging the Moon Goddess that she’ll be able to break the final portion of the curse and free my parents.“I don’t understand,” Bexley says. “I thought your parents passed away the night the witch showed up?”I know that Anna has told her the story of what happened that night. I asked her to do so as she walked with her to where we now stand. While it’s true I probably should’ve done it myself, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. It’s simply too painful for me to remember all the details. And Anna is an excellent storyteller.“Ever since that night, they haven&rsquo
*Bexley*The hazel eyes I see every night in my dreams are staring up at me, wide and hopeful, waiting patiently for me to respond to his question. A simple question. The most important question I’ll ever be asked in my life.This is not a dream. This is reality. This is the real world—where people can turn into wolves, people can discover they have magical powers and use them for good, and people can come back from the dead—or like dead.It’s a world where an ordinary girl like me can reluctantly move to a different kingdom only to discover she’s been summoned to an enchanted castle to break a spell—and fall in love.I’m struggling to answer Canaan’s question not because I don’t know the answer but because I’m crying so much. The only thing that could possibly make this moment more special would be if my mother were here. She’s not, though, and I can hardly wait to give him an answer, so rather than speaking, I nod my head fervently.“Is that a yes?” he asks.“That’s a yes!” Elliso
*Bexley*Six Months Later…Mother is weeping.It’s nothing new. She does a lot of that these days. Ever since the day after the castle was attacked when Canaan and I showed up at the house she shared with Harvey and told her everything, she’s been teary eyed. She’s so proud of me. Even now, she says, “I can’t believe you’re the queen!”“Well, not yet,” I remind her, looking at my own reflection in the mirror. “There is the matter of getting married—and coronated.”“That’s all just a technicality,” she assures me. “I’m so proud of you, honey!”“I’m proud of you, too.” Carefully, I turn in my long white dress and hug her. The last thing I need to do is tear this gown, though I’m fairly certain Canaan will do that later when he grows impatient with all the buttons.&l
*Bexley*A pair of eyes stares at me from between two large trees in the middle of the dense forest behind our house. I stare right back, squinting through my binoculars to try to get a better look. I’ve never seen a female white-tail quite so large. I wish I could get a little closer so I could see her markings more clearly, but she’s hidden well behind the leaves of the trees, and it’s clear she’s spotted me. If I make one wrong move, she’s likely to bolt away, leaving me standing here staring at nothing but dense foliage. Still, I’m not seeing much at this angle, so perhaps I should hazard moving a little nearer.Carefully, I inch forward, doing my best not to make a sound. I avoid the crunchy leaf piles that litter the ground. It’s nearly winter; we should be having our first snow soon. Then, it will be easier to move undetected, but for now, I have to be careful.I slide to my right, leaning up a bit onto my toes, and I can almost see her back clearly when I hear the crackle of a
*Bexley*The last refrains of Happy Birthday hang in the air as I suck in a deep breath and blow out my candles. The small crowd that has gathered in the dining room to celebrate with us claps, and I force a smile to my face.Our housekeeper, Mrs. Jones, takes the cake to cut it into slices while everyone claps. Glancing around at the faces before me, I see only a few genuine smiles. Mrs. Jones is giggling with glee, and I know she truly cares for me. She’s become like a grandmother to me since I came here.Of course, Mother and Fiona are happy, as well as Fiona’s younger sisters Iris and Kate, who came over just for cake. But then I look at Harvey, and he’s glowering. Harvey Moss has a stern face to match his bald head and his disposition, as well as his reputation as a no-nonsense accountant. I wouldn’t cross him. I have no idea what Mother sees in him, but she only has kind things to say about her second husband.And then I glance at Garth and wish I hadn’t.Garth Roberts sits at t
*Bexley*The idea that something is important flutters behind my closed eyelids as I lie in my bed, trying to pull my entire brain out of sleep. It’s a losing battle. All I want to do is roll over and fall back into a peaceful slumber.But that nagging feeling that I have something I need to do won’t allow me to, and a few seconds later, I sit up in bed and push my blankets down to my waist.It’s my birthday.Not only that, but it’s my twenty-first birthday.It’s my twenty-first birthday, and I now live in some crazy kingdom where the king sometimes sends out letters to girls on their twenty-first birthday summoning them to the castle so he can… well, no one knows exactly what he does with them, but none of the villagers approve of it or thinks it’s proper.I take a deep breath and swing my feet out of bed. The wooden floor is a bit chilly, but I don’t pause to put on my slippers. Instead, I shuffle into the bathroom, do my business, and throw on a clean dress. I run a brush over my t
*Bexley*At 5:45, I carry my suitcase down the stairs. Mother, Fiona, and Mrs. Jones stand there, tears in their eyes. I feel like a soldier being sent off to war. It’s silly, really. I’ll be fine.I’ll be back tomorrow.I remind my mother of that. “Don’t eat all the stew,” I say with a smile. “I’ll be wanting it for dinner tomorrow night.”She can barely speak as she leans over and kisses my cheek. “I’ll… save some for you. I love you so much.”Now, she’s making me tear up. “I love you, too, Mother.” I kiss her back. “It’ll be fine.”“No one ever stays more than one night,” Fiona reminds us. “Really, it might be kind of nice to get to see the fancy castle. They used to have grand balls there. My grandmother went to one many years ago. You’ll get to see all of that.”She’s trying to be optimistic, and I appreciate it, but I can barely manage a smile.A sharp knock on the door has us all jumping. Mrs. Jones takes a deep breath and opens it to reveal—just Garth.“I heard about the lette
*Bexley*Six Months Later…Mother is weeping.It’s nothing new. She does a lot of that these days. Ever since the day after the castle was attacked when Canaan and I showed up at the house she shared with Harvey and told her everything, she’s been teary eyed. She’s so proud of me. Even now, she says, “I can’t believe you’re the queen!”“Well, not yet,” I remind her, looking at my own reflection in the mirror. “There is the matter of getting married—and coronated.”“That’s all just a technicality,” she assures me. “I’m so proud of you, honey!”“I’m proud of you, too.” Carefully, I turn in my long white dress and hug her. The last thing I need to do is tear this gown, though I’m fairly certain Canaan will do that later when he grows impatient with all the buttons.&l
*Bexley*The hazel eyes I see every night in my dreams are staring up at me, wide and hopeful, waiting patiently for me to respond to his question. A simple question. The most important question I’ll ever be asked in my life.This is not a dream. This is reality. This is the real world—where people can turn into wolves, people can discover they have magical powers and use them for good, and people can come back from the dead—or like dead.It’s a world where an ordinary girl like me can reluctantly move to a different kingdom only to discover she’s been summoned to an enchanted castle to break a spell—and fall in love.I’m struggling to answer Canaan’s question not because I don’t know the answer but because I’m crying so much. The only thing that could possibly make this moment more special would be if my mother were here. She’s not, though, and I can hardly wait to give him an answer, so rather than speaking, I nod my head fervently.“Is that a yes?” he asks.“That’s a yes!” Elliso
*Canaan*The feel of Bexley’s soft skin beneath my fingers has me wanting to forget about the rest of the world. I would love to pick her up, carry her back to my bedroom, and ravish her the way I’ve been dreaming of doing since the day we met.But I have another important task for her. I’m begging the Moon Goddess that she’ll be able to break the final portion of the curse and free my parents.“I don’t understand,” Bexley says. “I thought your parents passed away the night the witch showed up?”I know that Anna has told her the story of what happened that night. I asked her to do so as she walked with her to where we now stand. While it’s true I probably should’ve done it myself, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. It’s simply too painful for me to remember all the details. And Anna is an excellent storyteller.“Ever since that night, they haven&rsquo
*Bexley*I still don’t know how to find the vault. Anna, who was standing nearby when Justin told me where to find Canaan, spoke up and said she’d escort me. Now, I walk with her up a back stairwell away from all of the blood and gore that the staff has already begun to clean up. As we walk, she tells me a story.“It was the night of Prince Canaan’s seventeenth birthday. King Paul and Queen Sophia wanted to throw a ball and invite all of the nobles from all the kingdoms near and far. Prince Canaan didn’t want such an event, though. The king had just finished negotiating an agreement with the townsfolk for the villages between Luna Hollow and Hexeton to become part of the kingdom, and there had been some fighting. Canaan thought it disrespectful to have a party at such a time. His mother, who had a bit of a temper, decided if he wanted to act that way, she’d send all of the nobles home. They wouldn’t celebrate at a
*Bexley*I want to run to Canaan and wrap my arms around his furry neck, but we can’t do that right now. The sounds of fighting from downstairs are still intense, and it’s clear he’s still injured. He drops Garth’s head on the floor, and I rush over to him, trying to see where the bullet entered him earlier.He nuzzles up against me, and I almost laugh, but I’m too busy looking for his injury. I find it in his shoulder. “This looks painful,” I murmur, wishing he could talk to me. His eye is also a bit jacked up, like maybe Garth also punched him too hard in the face.“I’m all right,” I hear in my head.I take a step backward and almost trip over what’s left of Garth. “Wh-what was that?”He looks at me with a wolfy grin. “That’s the mind-link. I can talk to you now that you know who you are.”“Now that I know who I am?” I
*Canaan*The moment Bexley disappears behind me, I turn and rush down the hallway as quickly as I can. When I turn the corner, I see one of my warriors lying in a pool of his own blood with Garth stalking toward him, his rifle still smoking.A roar tears through my body. Even though I can’t shift, that won’t stop me from launching myself at the bastard. He doesn’t get his weapon up in time, so when I crash into him, I crush it against his body and rip into his shoulders with my gnarled teeth.“Get off me, you fucking bastard!” Garth shouts, attempting to kick me off like he did last time. I dig my claws in and continue to maul him the best I can. I don’t know what’s happening downstairs, but this asshole needs to die. Blood and muscle fills my mouth as I chew through him, spitting it aside.He shouts in anger and pain and tries again to push me off. This time, he uses his elbow for leverage and manag
*Bexley*I rush toward the castle, urging the horse to go as fast as possible, snow falling furiously around us. I have to warn Canaan. Not only is there a mob of villagers approaching the castle, Garth is somewhere behind me. He must’ve taken a horse from that barn.The guards at the gate listened to my shouts to let me in, so I didn’t even have to slow down as I rode through the front gate. I practically leap off the horse and rush inside as a commotion in the front foyer greets me. “Where’s the king?” I shout as David throws open the door.“Miss Bexley, you’re back,” he says, locking the door behind me and slipping a heavy bar into place. It’s a good thought, but I don’t think it will stop the attack that’s about to happen. They’ll figure out a way to get through the gates and then the doors, whether it’s this one or one of several others. The castle was built as a lux
*Canaan*The world around me is muffled as I try to open my eyes. The intense pain I felt right before I passed out is still present, though I can’t feel it quite as sharply now as I could before. Justin hovers over me, holding a bottle under my snout .I assume it’s some sort of smelling salts. I almost wish he hadn’t bothered. I think I’d rather be out when my entire body feels like I’ve been trampled by a thousand stampeding horses.“Ellison and the others are under attack,” he says, jarring me back to reality. I try to sit up, but he won’t let me. “A mob of armed citizens intercepted them a few miles on the other side of the castle grounds. Three of the six guards you sent are down, and he’s wounded again. I told him to get back here, but he won’t listen. We need another plan. They lost track of Bexley, and their just getting slaughtered.”I nod in acknowledgement. He’s not wrong. With a deep breath, I close my eyes to concentrate and call out to my other best friend through the mi
*Canaan*Pain ripples through my abdomen despite Bexley’s powers blanketing me in the soft light of her healing powers. It’s not just the gunshot wound that hurts. As I see her disappear over the wall in Garth’s grasp, I feel my insides begin to shatter.“We’ll get her back!” Ellison shots in my head. He’s a huge wolf and can jump over that wall, I know it, but he’ll only have a couple of hours to track them down once he’s there. We need a plan.“You six, go with Ellison,” I command, keeping a hand pressed against my stomach as I point with the other at the men I mean to go with him. I can hear horse hooves in the distance and know that Garth has a head start. My men will be faster, but the snow is beginning to fall, and that will make it more difficult to stay on his tracks and will help cover the scent.Something tells me Garth has more tricks up his sleeve.Jus