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
Adrian's POVWe don’t make it back to our camp until late the next morning.We were too tired to keep going, and Monty found an out of the way place where we could spend the night. The little holiday cottage was empty and boarded up for the winter, but we barricaded ourselves in regardless.Early the next morning, while Tammy and Pippa slipped away to wash, I asked Monty if Joseph ever contacted him to tell him where we were. The old wolf shook his head woefully. “No, but we followed them two mages, heard them talking. Edith said the spell would spit you out where the Cambion feels safest. I figured either the farm or the church.”I nodded, and watched through two slats of wood as my mate returned with her friend, hoping that I’d be able to give her a home where she’d feel safe one day.We pull up to the camp and I shake Pippa awake. “We’re here,” I say softly.My mate rubs her eyes like a sleepy toddler and looks past me out of the window. The Betas and Gammas are on one side of the
Pippa's POV I walk ahead of Denise and her children, mindful of the fact that the she-wolf is injured and won’t be able to keep up with me if I rush her. The littlest one keeps complaining and begging her mother to pick her up. Halfway to the cottage, I stop and turn to the little girl. “What’s your name?” “Penny,” she says and sticks a dirty little finger in her mouth. “Penelope,” Denise says with a smile. “Penny suits her just fine,” I reply and scoop the little girl up. I’ve always had a soft spot for lost and wayward children. Back when I still worked at the church, I’d spend as much time as I could with the orphans. Looking back now, I realise that they were my only true source of joy. I sit the small girl on my hip and tap her nose. “How old are you?” “Sixth,” she says with a little lisp. “Six? Oh, but then you’re a big girl. Too big to ask Mommy to carry you around.” “I’m tiwed,” she complains. Denise shakes her head at me. “I’m afraid I spoiled her a little. I though
Adrian's POVI return to the hotel to get my clothes and dress before I jog bag to the camp, where I’m shown to the biggest tent in the place.It reminds me a little of something I used to see in medieval war movies, when the king had the biggest tent, fully kitted with a fireplace, bed, desks, chairs, and everything else he needed. Except that my bed is an air mattress, and my fireplace a wonky and dangerous looking gas heater. My table and chairs are a camping table and two fold-up chairs.In the middle of the tent, next to the lethal-looking gas stove, is an old copper tub for washing, with what looks like an old, but clean, area rug right next to it. “Where on earth did you get all this stuff,” I ask Monty as I take a seat on one of the camping chairs.“Some of it be from the hotel…the Alphas’ Omegas brought in the mattress and sleeping bags and such.”“Do you know yet who arranged all this?”“Aye. All the Alphas worked together like. I found some trucks hidden in the woods too.”
Adrian's POV The twelve original Alphas form a semi-circle around Pippa and me. My newly appointed Beta and Gamma take up their positions. Bryce to my right as is the custom and Terrance to Pippa's left. The other Alphas mutter softly and share surprised glances. “What is it?” I ask. “You trust regular wolves to be your hands?” someone asks. “Yes,” I reply. “Shall we get started?” The meeting lasts longer than I expected. There isn’t much to discuss, but one Alpha wants to debate every little thing. “I want the spies between two loyal packs,” I say. “King…shouldn’t we just kill them all and get it over with?” “No. I’m not slaughtering entire packs for the sins of their Alpha. I’m not Caspian Berger…I refuse to be that kind of king.” “I just think it will be safer,” he goes on as if he didn't hear me. “Quick and clean, no worries.” “Hm,” I growl softly. “Until I take the throne, and the survivors come back to take their revenge. It will be a worry then. My worry, not yours. This
**TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter is rough. Proceed with caution.** Caspian's POV I walk through the empty palace to the throne room where Julian and Gerald wait for me. They’re on either side of the throne, both of them with the same frozen grins on their faces. Fucking useless motherfuckers. Neither of them told me about the herbs that could kill my child, and Julian actually had the gall to beg for the midwives’ lives. The two of them really think I don’t know what they’ve been planning, but I am on to them. Just as soon as I’m done with Adrian, they’ll die too. Of course I have to hold up the illusion that I trust them, and when they least expect it…BAM! death. They deserve it. Once everyone knows their place again and order has been restored, I’ll appoint new, loyal Betas and Gammas “Good morning,” I say to the two grinning wolves. “Any word from our spies?” “No, Alpha,” Gerald says. “How about my mate?” I ask and look straight at Julian. “Heard anything from her?” The grinn