Nadia
“Hey!” I snap, spinning to glare at Grace as I stumble forward.
“Oh, just get out of the tent,” she hisses, continuing to shove me. “You’re riling the wolves –“
“Am I…going somewhere?” Shayne calls, worried.
“Straight to hell, you filthy piece of –“
But Cole snaps his head and snarls viciously at the patient who spoke, his command for silence loud and clear. The man shrinks back, clearly not happy about it but obeying. The patient glares at Shayne as she skitters away, meeting us at the front of the tent.
Cole nods sharply to the right, ordering us out into the darkness to stand with Rose.
“Hi, I’m Grace,” my friend says, holding her hand out to the journalist in a friendly fashion. I smack her wrist, making her drop her arm with a yelp. Grace glares at me in turn but I ignore it.
“W
“What we want it to be?” Shay asks, slipping her hand into his, beaming at the tall handsome wolf boy, clearly delighted by this turn of events.“Sure,” he says, grinning at her, not taking his eyes from her face. “We. I’d have asked you out long before now, Shayne – except there’s nowhere to go. Who knew a former war zone would present itself so conveniently.”She laughs, turning to him completely, obviously charmed. I bite my lip, happy for her, pleased that this is working out. It was a little selfish to make her come – I just didn’t want to be alone with Cole and Stupid Rose. I need numbers on my side.But if Shayne gets something out of this too? Then it’s a win all around.Shayne and Tommy chat happily as we move through the woods, the car shaking a little more than is comfortable over the rough dirt paths that stretch between our camp and the Children of Solace. Any at
NadiaA low hum has me turning back to Cole, who runs a hand through his dark hair as he looks up at the big building. “I don’t know as much as I wish I did,” he says. “We’ll get further confirmation once we send Rose’s pictures to Jude so his friend can analyze them.”“See?” Rose says, taking her eye away from the camera for a second to send me a crappy little grin. “Unlike some people, I am very useful on this trip.”I ignore her, looking back up at Cole.“But,” Cole says, giving Rose a pointed glare, silently ordering her not to start trouble, “from what our satellite and drone imagery suggest, this big house was Slaken’s. Apparently, he lived here with his select few. His inner circle.” He sighs and puts his hands into his pockets.“Did we capture any of those inner circle people?” I whisper.
When we pass into what are clearly the more personal rooms of the house, my fascination grows. At the top of the stairs, we step into an office with a huge desk right at the center, scattered with the ashes of burned papers.“Damn, that’s a shame,” Rose murmurs, taking pictures of whatever’s left.“Yeah, Slaken burned what he couldn’t take,” Cole says with a sigh, leaning in the doorway. “Apparently the desk was rigged with little cherry bombs that he triggered as he went – little tiny fires in every drawer. It was clever.”I listen, but my eyes are drawn like magnets to the walls, which are lined with shelf after shelf of…trophies.Just lines of trophies, and medals, and awards. Some of them are shockingly normal, including a Little League trophy from childhood baseball. But others are…nonsense.“David Slaken - Supreme Leader?” I whisper, stepping close to a giga
Nadia“Let’s go,” Cole says, his voice cold.Rose turns and starts to protest, but when she sees his face – and then my body pressed to his – her brows raise, her words failing.Cole doesn’t say anything, stepping towards the stairs. His arm drops from its place around my waist but he takes my hand, pulling me along. I go, my feet moving absently while my mind stays fixed on the horrible sight of those ruined mattresses – evidence of something terrible here –My mind darts around to all the awful things it could mean, settling on nothing, constantly producing more and worse ideas.“At least leave me the light!” Rose calls, frustrated.“Come on!” Cole shouts, out of patience, taking me up the stairs. When we come back into the light of the foyer I suck in a deep breath –I hadn’t even realized I needed it, but ap
We move through the western half of the town, Rose taking dozens of photos, continuing to narrate into her little recording device. We discover a building stacked with shelves and barrels of preserved goods, a springhouse with a couple of bottles of spoiled milk, and an empty barn that smells like cows.“So, they left the food?” Shayne asks, frowning as she steps into the barn and looks around. “But they took the animals?”“Apples can’t walk,” Tommy mutters.“How’d they get them out so fast?” I wonder, turning to take in the sight of the well-kept barn.“My guess is that they had protocols in place,” Cole says, likewise looking around. “Slaken is paranoid as hell. They were prepared for our assault, even if they didn’t know it was coming. Had a front to take on the military while their civilian-types escaped.”“Shay?” I ask, carefully watching as m
NadiaWe all stand very still, staring at the bush as it continues to tremble for a moment. After a few seconds, it goes still.We all wait, our eyes trained on the leaves.“Oh, it’s nothing!” Rose’s voice rings out in the silence, making me jump. “It’s an animal! It’s probably a little bunny!”“I can’t tell and I’m not taking risks,” Cole says, turning to her. “We’re out of here.”Rose rolls her eyes at him. “You just want to go because the nurse got scared.”“I’m calling it,” Cole says, quite tense, turning back towards the jeep and ushering me along at his side with a hand flat on my back. “It’s not worth –““I still have more work to do!” Rose shouts after us, angry.“Fall in, Rose!” Cole barks back, not bothering to look at her. Behind us, I hear Rose sigh as her footsteps follow.We’re all silent as we walk back to the jeep, but I keep my eyes on Cole. “I’m fine, you know,” I say. “W
Silence reigns for a second, then footsteps crunch on dirt. “Why don’t we get her in the car?” Tommy murmurs to Shay. “She can sit in the middle – have one of us as a buffer on either side.”Shayne nods and loosens her arms. Together they guide me toward the car, helping me into the back seat. I work very hard to pull myself together as Shayne hops in on the other side and makes quick work of my buckle.I glance up once, seeing Cole’s eyes in the rearview mirror, watching me, his expression tense and devastated.I look away, not wanting to face him right now. Half because I don’t want him to see me cry – half because I’m…furious.The jeep rumbles again through the woods, though the wind on my face is far less pleasant this time – every gust of it a slap on my cheeks. I lean against Shayne as I stew, trying to sort through my complicated feelings, figure out why I’m so damn
Nadia“I asked you,” I snap, not even bothering to try to keep my tone even anymore. “I asked you point blank if Rose was lying about the humans in the basement and you turned away –““Nadia,” Cole sighs, lifting his hands and wrapping them around my arms – not hard, but certainly firm.“Get off of me!” I shake myself and step back, wanting my freedom.He sighs and does as I demand, his jaw working in frustration. “I wasn’t trying to keep it from you – I just didn’t want you to get upset in front of –““Why not!” My voice carries now as I begin to lose myself. “Didn’t want me to get upset!? It’s fucking upsetting! I have a right to know –““You seriously can’t understand why I wouldn’t want you to b
NadiaCole huffs a frustrated sigh, looking after Jude. My mouth starts to tremble as I realize that he wants to be over there, with Jude and Iris. Not here with cry-baby me. I try so hard to stop crying – but it hurts so much…Cole turns his face back to mine and lifts his hand, using his thumb to wipe away some tears from each cheek. “Come on,” he says with a sigh. “Let’s go see mom.”I frown and step back, my feelings hurt nearly as much as my arm. “You don’t want to,” I say softly, still sniffing. I raise my good arm and wipe it across my face, not wanting to be a baby anymore. Not in front of him.Cole stares at me, his face twisting in confusion because…duh. Of course he doesn’t want to help the crybaby – he wants to go with Jude so they can play wolves. “Nadia, we can –““I didn’t trip!”H
Nadia My voice cracks in rage at the fact that Cole is just pretending he doesn’t remember one of the most important days of my life.“When we were eight – or, I was! You broke my damn arm and –““I never did that, Nadia,” Cole says, leaning closer to me and shaking his head slowly from side to side. “I didn’t even know you ever broke your arm!”“I did! You did!” I almost shout, holding my right arm out to him like he can see the well-healed bone. “You were there!”Cole just stares at me, his mouth open, his throat clicking as he racks his brain, trying to remember what I’m talking about. Then he suddenly snaps his jaw shut, sitting up straight. “We were eight?”“Yes!”“Playing by the fountain in the palace courtyard?
NadiaI shake my head at Cole in apology, but he just turns back to the screen at the sound of his father’s voice.“Yes,” Ethan says, nodding seriously to all of us. “We’ll expect to send a great number of refugees as well as Children of Solace members – combative and not – toward you. General Amir, if we can get you some expected numbers, can you start to think of ways to sort this out? I’m aware that you have one medical tent right now and it…might not be best practice to mix populations, though we’ll want everyone who needs aid seen.”“Right,” my dad murmurs, nodding quickly to the King before starting to take some notes. “Yes, get me some numbers. I’ll see what I can do.”I exhale slowly, glancing at Cole, who focuses on the screen, his face quite grave.And as much as it surprises me to ever be in line emoti
NadiaMy dad looks up from his desk where he’s setting up the video call, his eyes moving quickly between Cole and me. “Nadia,” he murmurs, dropping his gaze to the keyboard, clearly hiding a smirk. “Good morning. To you as well, Cole.”“Good morning, sir,” Cole says, taking me by the elbow and giving me a little tug so that I follow him. As we move to stand behind my father, another man comes in – one I’ve seen frequently around camp, especially as he organizes the delivery of more and more patients. He stops at the entrance, narrowing his eyes at me with a frown.“Captain Stanzor,” Cole says, nodding to the chair in front of him, which is empty and clearly reserved for this relative stranger. “Good morning. It’s nice to see you again.”Stanzor slowly crosses as dad presses the button to connect the video call. The Captain tak
NadiaI scoff and roll my eyes. “Will you just tell me?”He laughs, looking down at the fire. “Listen, Nadia. I heard everything you said to me last night. Or at least, I tried to. And I’m very sorry. I’m going to try to be better.”My mouth falls open.He raises his gaze to my face.I snap my mouth shut, determined to let him eat his fill of crow.“I wasn’t fair to you and I wasn’t kind. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you. I should have. I’ve arranged for –““I’m sorry too.” I bite my lip, looking down, pissed off at myself for giving in so quick. I mean, three seconds ago I was ready to indulge in a pleasant morning of sipping coffee and listening to the Prince grovel.Stupid conscience.Cole pauses.“I am,” I say, nodding solidly, not looking at him, my stupid
Nadia“Nadia.”A creaking little squeak rises in my throat as I turn my head toward the noise, a determined frown curving my lips.Something pats my mattress.“Seriously, Nadia.”My eyes fly open to take in the horrible sight of Cole Kincaid’s perfect fucking face eight inches from mine.I bolt up, starting to shriek, but - quick as a panther - he slips a hand over my mouth and muffles the sound.“Can you not!?” He hisses, glancing rapidly around at all of the other sleeping forms. “Everyone is asleep!”I start to say that I was likewise asleep and pleased to be so – but the words are all stifled against his palm, so I just seethe, already glaring – which is not an activity I enjoy before dawn when I haven’t had any coffee –“I come in peace, all right?” Co
Cole Slowly, General Amir smirks at me. “What?”I frown, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. “Other…young men?”He laughs, low, I think mildly entertained. “That’s a question for Nadia, Cole. Not me. But yes, you’re not without competition. And certainly there are some against whom she has less prejudice.”I groan, leaning back in my chair, covering my face with my hands and tilting my head back, trying to collect myself as my wolf races off into the darkness of my soul in a complete panic.Why? Why didn’t I ever even bother to ask if Nadia was seeing anyone!?But surely – surely Shayne would have told me –“Cole.”With an effort I collect myself, lifting my head back up and slipping my hands down so I can meet General Amir’s gaze.“She’s really putting you through your paces, isn’t she?”I sigh, nodding, dropping my hands into my lap. “She’s just…holding me to such a high standard, General Amir.”He raises his eyebrow at me as my wolf comes skulking back, no less panicked but wanti
ColeI look at General Amir evenly, holding his gaze. “I want Nadia to have full access to all the information I have. I want her in on meetings, debriefings, planning, all of it. She’ll have a vote in the proceedings of this operation – even just a minor one. I’m going to tell this to my father and I want you to support me on it.”General Amir raises an eyebrow. “Well, that’s a terrible idea.”I gape at him.“What?” he asks, smirking at me and lacing his fingers together as he leans further back in his chair. “My girl throws a temper tantrum and you reward her with unprecedented access?”I scoff. “I am not giving her rewards – and I’m not responding to her tempter tantrum like I’m her indulgent father or some-““Damn right you’re not.”General Amir’s tone surprises me. I sit taller in my rickety chair. “You’re being impulsive, Cole,” General Amir says, his voice low, words swift. “You’re eager to please her, which I understand, but she is a student nurse. She is clever as anything a
I take deep breaths, willing my mind to clear, my blood to stop rushing in my ears, but I still flinch when I feel Shayne’s hands on my shoulders, and then her arm wrapping around me as she trots to keep up.We walk together a few feet in silence, leaving the Prince behind.“Wow, you really let him have it,” she whispers, glancing back.I keep my eyes forward. “Was I too hard?”“Maybe a little bit, Na-na,” she whispers, giving me a squeeze. “But…I get it. It’s a subject that’s close to you. You care.”My head hangs lower, my guilt at war with…with everything in me that I hold dear. The ethics I inherited from my father, the big raw heart from my mother, the desperate desire to do anything I can to help. All mixed up in a big angry lump named Nadia.Tears come to my eyes again. Terribly confused, I slump against Shayne, who gives me a squeeze.&ldq