Maya
I peer up at Finn while I'm busy taking off the bracelet from around his arm. Seeming to notice me staring, he tilts his head with a sweet, crooked smile. "What is on your mind?"
My lips part, but not a sound leaves my mouth. I can't possibly tell Finn the truth—that I've been a prisoner for too long and don't know where to go after this is over.
I want to be with Finn. He is a good friend, the only one I've ever had, and something warm and exciting travels through me whenever I tip my head to meet his gaze. In my world, Finn is too beautiful to belong. Bigger, more robust, and not human, and yet I want him.
He might not be my mate, but I swear there is chemistry going on between us, and I'm dying to find out if it can lead to an actual relationship.
But as soon as I think that, I feel crazy—I'm in too deep, and we barely know each other. My mother wouldn't approve of us—fairy and werewolf, and my father probably wouldn't lik
FinnI'm so screwed—what the hell have I done! Why couldn't I keep my cock in check for one night? Ugh, I'm so mad at myself!I glance down at Maya, see the woman my two best friends have created, their freaking daughter, and I want to hit my head against the wall! I'm sick, and the worst part is that I still like her!What a fucked up world I live in!I kick the door open to June's lair and send ten men blasting out through the window while trying not to remember how beautiful Maya looked naked with her porcelain skin and even brighter hair, like an elf but entirely human. She is such a dirty girl, too—god, the sounds she made in bed will keep me awake for days!"Who is there?!" June, the blind, old hag, is panicking and ringing her bell for more guards. "I'm being assaulted!"Maya taps me on the back. "Finn, can you fight all of her guards? Because if the answer is no, then we ought to leave quickly!"I hear her, but my
Maya I'm laughing, not because I'm having fun, but because I do not know what the hell just happened. Finn flew through a portal and took us into a magical world with flowers taller than trees. And the actual trees are more extensive than skyscrapers, seeming to reach for the skies, and Finn? He turned into a giant in mid-air! With every ounce of strength in my body, I crawl from beneath Finn's massive hand and grasp for air the minute I'm out. The fairy himself is unconscious, and my leg is broken—fantastic! I reach for the orb and place it on Finn's chest. The black wolf inside is quiet and staring at my leg. I smile at her and then let my eyes roam to Finn's pointed ears. He looks different now, more fairy-like, with an ethereal glow seeming to come from within his pores. My heart thuds. Finn might be larger than life, yet it does nothing to change how I feel about him. "I wish I could help Finn. He saved our lives." I sigh and sit down on
MayaI'm sitting in front of Finn while trying hard to concentrate. A lot of time has passed since we set up camp for the night, and after hours, I'm still trying to shape-shift back into a human.Finn is whispering encouragingly. "You can do it, Maya."I take another deep breath and resist the urge to scream when my body breaks bones and forms new ones. Shape-shifting is painful, and when I'm done, I tumble forward.Finn shoves his hand underneath me and catches me in his cupped palm. The landing is soft, and a row of flutters flies through me when I stare at his bent fingers, along with blooming insecurity.In the various books I've read, I never understood when an author wrote, "and his touch was electric," but now I'm experiencing it firsthand, no pun intended, as I sink further into Finn's hand.Touching him is best described as heaven, and while his hand isn't as good as being snuggled up on top of his chest, I take what I can get.
Maya The water reflects my flushed face as I'm standing in the river. Finn is sleeping next to the fire. He seemed exhausted after the sex and fell asleep like a little, content baby. I smile at the image of his face passing by my mind and continue working my fingers through my hair. It's dirty and hanging down in thick threads filled with tufts. I can't believe Finn said nothing about the smell and grimace as I gather nectar from a leaf. I'm lucky that I found fruits and flowers to use in making shampoo. Based on the dirty water around me, Finn will love the new, refreshed Maya, and if I'm lucky, he will fuck me again before morning. I smile at that thought and dip my head underneath the surface. When I come up for air, I hear giggles around me. A warning bell chimes in my head, and I crane my neck to stare up at multiple faces. Fairies, young and old, are hanging like bats and studying me. I open my mouth to scream at Finn, but the f
MayaSo much fun—this is what life is all about! I'm sprinting with the wind, letting my tongue hang out from my mouth as I dash through a puddle filled with dirt. It splashes over my face and my fur until I can't tell if my paws are brown or black."You won't win this race, werewolf! I won't let you!"Blake is desperately trying to keep up, but she is more massive than a plane, and the branches are slowing her down. The clumsy idiot has crashed into multiple trees already!I howl in victory, kind enough to let her know she is a lost cause. The other fairies are far behind, and speed isn't Blake's element. I can already taste the victory on my tongue, and-..."And where the hell do you think you're going?!"An enormous wall of ice blocks my road, and I'm forced to shape-shift back into a human for the impact not to kill me. I bump my feet into the ice and peer up at the clouds above. It seems even Blake is struggling—the wall is
Maya As I'm struggling to get into a pair of tight jeans, my mind is officially blown away by the surrounding scenery. I've never seen a place so magical, loud, and inspiring before. My lips part in wonder, and I hurry to put on clothes to explore it. "Wow!" I'm walking on mud, staring up at a large tree with cottages and lanterns sparking up the night. Magical flowers in pink, yellow, and orange are trailing up the trunk's path, and fairies, both tiny ones and some larger-than-life, are laughing. It seems most fairies only use leaves and flowers for their clothes, and with heating cheeks, I turn away when I notice some are sitting at what appears to be a café, entirely naked. Fairies aren't shy, and most of them are incredibly beautiful. My eyes travel to the left and right, and my smile only grows when I see more trees and houses and various mystic plants. The entire city is so beautifully green, and most flowers have a rich glow on them.
Finn Morning has come and washed away yet another piece of my tormented soul. Inside the walls of this room, I'm sinking a little closer to hell with every breath that I take. My sister should be here. And I should be dead. I don't have a good reason for living, and yet, the little wolf with drool glistening on her petite lips has somehow given me purpose—oh, Maya, if only I could tell you how I feel. My heart is a sinking ship, overwhelmed by ocean waves and without a sight of land. And you're the person resting your head in the crook of my neck, touching me with your icy hands, and making the world seem brighter in the dark. You make vulnerable—you're the stars, and the sky combined—you're a masterpiece, and I'm terrified because I know you can't stay in my world forever. I stare at the floor, wishing I was a better person. "And you might hate me after I've told you my story. I'm a terrible person…" Maya stirs on top of my chest. She is the woman of my dreams and too damn cute
MayaThe scent of Finn is making my brain cells go wild and jump off and die. I like him so much—his smile, laughter, and kindness—why the hell did the moon goddess make Arvin my mate? Finn is perfect. My heart beats faster as he kisses me, playing the tone of young, sad love that lacks a happy ending.Because we probably won't get one.I inhale sharply at the pain wrapping around my throat. I've had a bad feeling ever since Finn spoke about accepting his role as the fairy king, and I can't ignore it."Finn?"The fairy presses me to him, humming into my ear. "Mmm?"I lean into his touch, needing it more than oxygen. "What does it mean to become the fairy king?"He freezes and leans his head against me, sighing into my ear as if his following words are burdening him already. "It means that I have to close the portals into the human world for good—it is the only way to stop other people, like Arvin and Beatrice, coming