Pippa’s POV Thespian stares at me like I’m something a cat dragged in. “I don’t think so. How old are you?” “Twenty…almost twenty-one. How did you survive down here?” “The mages bring me food and water…through that hatch.” He points to the sky. I look straight up but don’t see anything except darkness. “There isn’t a hatch. There isn't even a roof.” “It’s hidden. It appears when they want to lower food into the cell.” “Eh…okay.” Two months ago, I’d be sceptical about this claim, but I’ve seen too much to doubt him. “Was it Finian and Niall? Did they kill my mother?” “She wasn’t your mother.” “It would be an awfully big coincidence if she wasn’t. How many Undine do you know that mated with Lycans? Adrian said it’s rare.” “Who’s Adrian?” “My mate.” Thespian is quiet while he chews on his moustache. After a while, he asks, “Adrian Dalton? The king?” “Yes.” He nods slowly, a troubled frown between his eyes. “That’s why the mages wanted you. They said something about the boy ki
Adrian’s POVThe hotel is as deserted, quiet, and dark as we left it. Once inside, I undress and shift, the wolves behind me let out a sort of gasp when they see my wolf. Not many of them have ever had the opportunity to see a Lycan in his wolf form.I stand very still and concentrate on the song calling out to me. It’s louder in here, much more intense, but at the same time, it’s much easier to stay focused, and unlike before, my mind doesn’t go blank. It’s as if she knows I’m on my way.Calhoun is agitated, trying to force his way to the surface. His connection to River is stronger than mine is to Pippa, and he’ll probably be able to find her faster, but he’ll be reckless about it, storming into a situation we possibly can’t control, and he could end up getting the lot of us killed.“We have to go,” my wolf says.“I know, buddy,” I answer. “Just give me a moment.”A few seconds later, I pinpoint the direction we need to go. I concentrat on that song, allowing my body to carry me for
Adrian's POV “Can you shift?” I ask Pippa. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried. Thespian says he can’t, so I don’t think so.” I peer over her head at the elderly Lycan. He is older than I think Pippa realises, but I can tell by his aura, dim as it is after all the years he spent in this dark pit, that he’s at least four-hundred-years-old, barely middle-aged by our standards. “Do you want to try anyway?” I ask Pippa. She just shrugs. “I don’t know. I think it is be a bad idea.” I can’t feel her, but I can see it on her face. She is very scared, but I forge ahead. We won’t be able to get out of here without her help, and whatever it is that's telling me what to do right now, wants us to shift. "We have to try." “What do you think we’ll achieve by shifting?” "I am not sure," I answer honestly. "I just know we have to do it." "How do you know that?" Thespian asks. I shrug. "Some kind of instinct." He nods. "My wife used to have those...it's the Goddess talking to you." "Maybe," I mu
Pippa's POVI watch in horror as Adrian hits the ground, not on his feet or back like Thespian and I did, but on his head.The place where we landed is completely flattened. It looks as if someone dropped a bomb in the middle of the forest. The earth is scorched, trees levelled, and the underbrush is on fire. The smell of smoke and ozone hangs heavy in the air.I’d be in awe of it all if it weren’t for Adrian’s still body lying only a few metres away from me.I quickly shift back to human and rush over, Thespian by my side. He looks fine, better than he did when we were in the prison, but he’s still limping and moves far too slowly for my liking.There’s no time to think about what we had managed to do, but in the back of my mind, I’m aware of the fact that I couldn’t have done it by myself. If it weren’t for Adrian’s aura combining with mine, we would never have been able to escape that prison.Later, when I’m sure my mate is okay, I’ll take all the time I need to figure it all out,
Caspian’s POV I’m tired. Day after day, my spies report that Adrian’s army keeps growing, and finding new mages to perform the ritual I need is proving much more difficult that I had anticipated. I thought rewarding the winners of the blood games with money and promoting them would win their loyalty, but more and more of them are leaving. My father was right about one thing. Always rule with fear, never with kindness. I’m not here to win any popularity contests. All that matters is power, and I'm losing mine because I became soft and complacent. That will end. Now. Yet, Adrian is kind, or so I’m told, and he’s getting support without even trying. Until yesterday, my spies couldn’t even enter his camp. The Cambion protected it somehow, but she has since disappeared, along with Adrian, and several of my spies managed to sneak in undetected. Within hours I knew why Adrian protected the Cambion so fiercely. I was a fool. I should have known from the start, especially when we heard the
Adrian's POV Thespian moves a little too slow for my liking, but we’re not running from wolves, just humans, and there's no need to rush. So many strange things have happened at the church that I’m sure they’ll have a team of experts from the Vatican here any day now to investigate. They’ll no doubt find some kind of rational or scientific explanation…if only they knew that for many centuries they weren’t too far off the mark with their observations about the supernatural world. “King,” Joseph mind links with me. “Have you gotten away? The police are here now, and I can't keep stalling them.” “Yes. We're far enough so humans won’t find us.” “Monty says he’ll pick you up himself. He told me you were gone for more than a day.” Fuck. That long? “Fine. Thanks. The camp would have lost Pippa’s protection, send word that they need to look out for any possible spies.” “Yes, your majesty.” I remember Bryce’s words. I can't do this alone. “And Joseph, it’s time for you to join me. I nee
Adrian’s POV When Pippa’s light retreats, there’s almost nothing left of the part of the forest that surrounds us. The water in the stream boils and hisses softly as it releases steam into the atmosphere. Dying trees stand out starkly against the blue skies, their skeletons now nothing more than a memory of her fearsome power, the blackened grass and plants will never come back to life. This part of the forest is dead forever. All but three of our enemies have been turned to dust, floating away on the breeze. The survivors – Edith, Niall, and Finian – are huddled together, clinging to each other like terrified toddlers. When they realise they’re not dead, they scream and try to get up, but Pippa bound them to the earth. They will die where they sit. I stare at my mate in wonder and terror. I’ve heard stories about wrathful Undines and the havoc they’ll wreak when they’re truly angry. Seeing it with my own eyes is a different story, though. I don't know if I should be scared or pro
Pippa's POV I wait and wait for the guilt to come, but instead I’m still just angry. There is no room for any other emotion. All I cared about was that they hurt Adrian, and I wanted them to suffer for what they had done. Killing them didn’t satiate my rage. It's still churning and boiling inside me, begging me to unleash it on something, anything. “We should get going,” Adrian says and drops my hand. “Someone would have seen your light.” “Our light,” I correct him. “Yes,” he says. “But mostly yours.” Adrian crouches on the ground and closes Joseph's eyes. "Goodbye, old friend. I hope you find peace on the star planes with our mother." He barely looks at me when he gets back up. “I had to kill them,” I try to explain. “Yes, of course you did.” He looks around the destroyed forest. “We need to find a place where we can wash.” We're both wearing the clothes Joseph brought us, but we're covered in blood and soot. We definitely can't walk out of the forest looking like this. “Ther