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NOLA REYNOLDSThe Lycan King leaving had opened a wound in my heart that stayed sore until the weight of his crown in my hands distracted me.“Come on, this way! Into the lower levels!” A red-faced guard who had opened the tin cage of his helmet was yelling so loudly beside me that I jolted.I turned to see that he was herding the crowd of sobbing residents in a neat line through the underground gates I hadn't noticed before, a different procession of somber-faced men with tightened jaws and the nettled garb of newly appointed infantry shining against their pale and coffee-colored skins.What the hell was going on? Were they recruiting new soldiers? Just how many of those lowlanders were crawling outside the reinforced gates of the castle?“Saints!” I gasped, jolting and slamming head-first into a woman’s ample bosom as I turned in the direction of the ear-splitting war cries in the distance that wrenched my heart from the cage of my ribs.The line of newly appointed soldiers scattere
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JAPHTAR I was going to see him soon, sooner than I had anticipated.I’d been watching the silver-eyed man for a while. Decades. Behind the film of the barrier that had been broken today. Watched as he fell in love with the fierce woman who was sitting pretty in his castle. MY castle.He didn't know it yet, my father, the dreaded Lycan King of the Highlands and Mountain City, but I had plans for his snow white. I swiped at the drool that was leaking from the corners of my bared lips, raking the oily sludge through my hair as my army shifted restlessly behind me.”Easy disciples,” I drawled, clucking my tongue thickly in my mouth as we pressed tighter against the walls of the castle, and I peered to where the Lycan was killing off more of my men, tossing them away like they didn't mean a single thing in the world to anyone.The way he'd tossed me away.I gritted my teeth, feeling my unusually long canines sink into the hollowed pits of my gum.It was almost time, but I needed it to be
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NOLA REYNOLDS“Don't make a single sound.” Layla’s hollowed voice rattled oddly in the spaces between the asphalt shingle roof of the cottage house where we were lying flat. Hidden.I gulped reflexively, willing my breathing to steady as a pack of gangly rogue werewolves sauntered past, their heads so close to the roof I was teary-eyed with the stench that oozed from their hides.“Sheesh!” Layla gasped after the coast had cleared as the rogues moved about the perimeter on their guard rotations.Sheesh was right! The size of those things! And the smell of rot and rusted metal that hung about them like a cloak. It was enough to send any sensible changeling running for the hills and not looking back. We had made the right call, sticking to the skylines, jumping from roof to roof, and scouting for survivors.”Help us! Down here! Somebody help us!” The harried voices of men and women of the mountain city rose from the chute before they were silenced to whispers as the barking of the rogu
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NOLAI pressed my hands to my temples as the munching and sucking noises grew louder under me, the shouts of battle still echoing faintly in the distance as I let my eyelids fall closed, the weight of exhaustion settling over me.I must have been crouched for hours, sobbing, sleeping, crying, only jerking awake when the noise of bloodthirsty werewolves killing more innocents in the open streets had me squeezing by eyes shut.Whatever happened here now, I couldn’t go back to the stone castle, It was already too late for that.I had to find a way to save the residents. I owed it to Lycan, to Layla, who had followed me out.She’d trusted me, and I’d let her down. I felt the rack of whimpers shake my shoulders so hard that my hands shook on the arrow as I released it from the quiver, pausing with the bow secured in my hand as I trailed the triangle of the sinewy wolf’s head.“This is for Layla bitch!” I spat, releasing the arrow with a whistle and watching it with bated breaths as it fork
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JaphtarI had flown toward the king like I was god’s vengeance to the stone city, the uneven jang of my heartbeat sputtering and stopping as I connected lightly with his cheek, my clenched claws brushing over the sinew of muscle I’d torn earlier before I reared back, annoyed.What was this? Freaking tag?“Playing games now are you? Aren't you too old for tricks daddy?” I spat acidly, dancing away from the silent beast who squared up with one hind foot testing the space between us.It was unnerving. The calmness that had taken over him the minute the moon came out. I had to act fast, faster than I had planned to.”There’s still time for you to turn back Japhtar.” My father’s calm warning came only seconds before he dashed toward me, swinging with lightning speed and I transferred my life source from the now-dead beating in my chest to my clenched fist, back-handing the Lycan who went flying into the rubble of his City’s stones.The only way I was leaving the mountain city, was to plant
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HECTOR BAYESJaphtar Bayes was in the wild, He’d fled. The bastard.It was lucky that he had when he did, the moon goddess had hidden her silver bulb behind the iron-grey mist that kept as the fight died down around and wearied-looking soldiers from the royal army speared off the rogues that lingered.“After them!” I roared, struggling to my feet as the cobblestones of the ground rose to my vision again before I came down hard, my hand shooting out to strike the pavement, the tremors going through me.I’d been halfway up and on his heels, the ache from the gash in my midriff stinging enough that tears rose in the pools of my eyelids before I yelled for the soldiers to follow him, my heart sinking with each second that passed when I noticed he had run toward the castle.Nola! I couldn't let him make it to the gates even! Not when the stone city castle held the remainder of the survivors that had managed to escape the gruesome war.I straightened with a large inhale, feeling my muscles
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NOLA It was the whirl of the overhead ceiling fan I heard first as I came to, the ache in my temple searing through the balls of my eyes as I allowed my eyelids to flutter open, the memory of what had happened hit me like a freight train so that I let a loud gasp slip.What the fuck was that smell?I gagged, huffing frantically as I struggled against the wires that twisted into my skin painfully, the stench of male musk and excrement sticking to the hairs in my nose.“Oi! I reckon the princess’s awake, get a look at this eh?” A gravelly voice jeered as hushed whispers rose around me, the crooked claw of one werewolf poking the flesh of my hand hard enough thank screamed, tearing my eyes open to see the obelisk of their misshapen faces hovering over me.”Get the fuck away from me!” I screeched, aware that my chest was rising and falling frantically with suppressed pants as I watched the trio throw back their heads and laugh.Shit. How long had I been out? The man with pink eyes. I cou
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