LYRA
My heart and head seem to be pounding at the same rhythm as I attempt to open my eyes. I open my eyes slightly seeing nothing but darkness in front of me. My hands are bound with silver cuffs in front of my body and my ankles are bound together as well. My mouth is gagged with a piece of cloth that is tied on so tightly it makes me want to puke. Staring into the dark, I focus my breathing and try to calm myself down. The memories from before I was knocked out are hazy. I concentrate all of my energy on trying to remember everything that happened. The last clear memory that is in my head is clearly not my own. Cain was standing before his mate, rejecting him. But why is that memory so important.
Right now my mind feels like a waterfall. All of the information is flowing too quickly and falling in a jumbled mess at the bottom of my mind. No matter how hard I try I cannot seem to put the pieces or the memories in order. Wolfsbane has never had this effect on me befor
ANDREWAll of my trackers and warriors are gathered in Kristof’s room as we go over the plan one last time. Katie marked three sites on the map so we will split into three groups and take down each site tonight. My men are instructed to leave no one alive. We know why they are after Lyra so there is no need to interrogate. Just as we are about to head out to check the sites marked on the map by Katie, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Pulling it out I see Chase’s name flashing on the screen.“Yeah,” I answer hurriedly.“It is a fucking mess over here,” Chase responds. The pit that I felt in my stomach only grows with his words. Grace told me that Lyra was in danger. “How so?” I question trying to keep my voice level in front of my men.“Lyra is missing. James was found inside his bedroom with several stab wounds from a silver coated blade. The doctors are trying to remove the silver from his syst
LYRA The smell of incense and a pair of warm hands against my cheeks pull me from my sleep. My eyes flutter open and the warm glow of a fireplace comes into view. My hands and legs are no longer bound, and my clothes are surprisingly clean for being held captive in a cave. I glance around the room and am met with deep burgundies and golds, and Victorian furniture. A tiny woman works tirelessly at the fire, before she turns to look at me. Her piercing blue eyes seem to see into my mind and my soul. “You are finally awake,” she says as she sets a cup of tea on a small table in the center of the room. “Come sit,” she pats the table as she speaks. I rise hesitantly, slowly taking in my surroundings once more. If this is a vision it is different from the rest. Everything is so crisp and clear as if I am actually with the woman in her study. I sit across from the woman and notice that she is studying me carefully. “If you have a question, you need only to ask,” she
LYRACool air hits my skin as the thick blanket is ripped from my body. Mr. Grayson is standing over me with a wicked grin on his face. “Your mate has done me a huge favor,” he says as his eyes rake over my body.I pull myself into a sitting position and attempt to wipe the dirt from the side of my face, ignoring the sting of the silver against my skin. “I am sure anything that he did was not for your benefit,” I say rolling my eyes. “Either way,” he continues to grin creepily in my direction. “Cain is dead.”A sense of relief washes over me knowing that Cain is gone forever. Surely by now he has returned to the pack and would be looking for me. I just need to focus on using my powers without the aid of River. The old woman had told me that my abilities were not tied to River, but I have yet to be able to use them without her present in my mind. Yes, sometimes she was subdued but she was always pres
JAMESDarkness surrounds me. A steady beeping noise fills the dark void that I cannot escape. Every now and then voices surround me, sometimes I can hear what is being said and other times it is nothing more than a jumbled mess. When I hear the voices I try to open my eyes to let them know I am still here but the more I try to reach out the farther I slip into the void. The void is dark and numb. Sitting in the dark recesses of my mind I try to reach out to my wolf, but silence in my mind is deafening. I worry if I am unable to wake soon the darkness will consume me and I will remain this way forever.“Lyra,” I call out the only name I can remember into the darkness. “Lyra.”LYRAMr. Grayson has not uncovered me since I last angered him. I do not know how long I have been under this blanket. I have long stopped asking for food or for bathroom breaks, knowing that I will be denied. My body is weak from the poison and lack of food. T
ANDREWSun peeks through the blinds of my office, alerting me that it is morning once again. I have not slept in days. When I am not hunting for Lyra and her captor I am scouring over maps of my territory and the surrounding packs, trying to pinpoint a location where she might be. We were able to track her and Augustus’s scent into the forest behind the packhouse but then it just disappeared. It has now been more than a week and her scent is fading from the ground, making it impossible to track her that way any longer. As soon as I arrived back at the pack I upped the amount of patrols that run along the border and the security around the hospital. Cain and Augustus were dead, but Grayson and Edward were still at large. I had to be sure that neither would try to take over my pack while I searched for Lyra. The three rogue woman we brought back with us had been more than willing to tell us everything that we needed to know about Cain’s operation. As
ANDREWWhen I burst through the hospital doors with Lyra the whole place seemed to erupt into chaos. She is taken from my arms and placed in a trauma room. There are so many doctors and nurses bustling around her that I have no choice but to sit to the side and watch helplessly as they try to revive my mate. Just like James, she is connected to every line and a tube that they can fit onto her body. I watch silently as a female nurse wipes the ash from her body. Even though they are speaking quietly to one another I can still hear the murmurs of concern in all of their voices. Once the doctors are sure that she is stable they cover her with a sheet and wheel her into her own room. I follow behind, staring at the ground. I do not dare meet anyone’s eyes. I do not want to see their pity, just as I do not want them to see my shame. Both of my mates are dying in rooms next to one another and I did nothing to protect them. Nothing I did was enough. I do not deserve th
LYRA My left hand feels restless. There is a constant warmth and tingle that sends sparks throughout my whole body. The feeling is not foreign, but I cannot seem to place where I have felt the sparks before. As soothing as the warmth and the tingles are, my fingers are begging to move. Twitching my fingers one at a time, I groan at the stiffness of my knuckles. Each movement is accompanied by a dull, throbbing ache. As I move each finger, the warmth tightens around my hand making it harder to move. “Lyra,” a voice calls through the fog that is clouding my mind. “Lyra, are you awake?”I struggle to open my eyes against the blinding light that surrounds me. My eye lashes feel as if they are glued shut. I try to raise my hands to help clear my eyes, but they are heavy at my side. Turning my head away from the light I force my eyes open. The world around me is foggy, like it is covered in a mist. Blinking my eyes repeatedly, I try to clear
LYRAFor two weeks I have been stuck in this hospital bed and I am starting to get restless. The nurses are kind enough to let me walk along the halls several times a day to keep me sane. But it is not enough. River’s constant howling for her mates inside of my mind is driving me insane. Andrew only comes to visit once a day, claiming that he needs to get back to attending to the pack’s business, but we both know that it is a lie. Since the day I woke up, he has become more and more distant. Trying to block his mind from my own. It is almost as if he is afraid of me and what I am capable of. I knew that I had caused massive destruction to the cave in my attempt to escape but I had passed out before I could see the extent of the mess I created. I tried to ask Andrew the first couple of times he visited what he found but he always changed the subject. Then there was James. His body was improving physically but he still has not woken. The breathing tu
Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.
Erebus “I only turn twenty-one once,” Lucian whines behind me. Refusing to turn around I just respond to him with a growl. “You promised,” he adds in. Spinning around in my chair, his blue eyes are sparkling with fake tears and his lower lip is pushed out. “That does not work on me anymore,” I growl at him even though I feel my restraint begin to dissolve. “What will people think if they see their King out drinking at a bar?” “Ugh,” Lucian groans, throwing his neck back in frustration. “When did you turn into our mom?” Anger fills my body at being compared to her. I open my mouth to rebuke his comparison when I see his eyes flicker with amusement and a grin crosses his lips. “Where are we going,” I growl. His bright blue eyes glitter with excitement, “It’s a place called The Wolf’s Den.” “That place is a shithole,” I groan. Lucian is practically jumping up and down. “So you’ve heard of it?” “Can we pick a nicer location?” I rub my eyes roughly with palms of my hands
ELLA Checking my reflection in the mirror, I turn from side to side making sure that none of my ‘important parts’ are hanging out, as Gramps Walter likes to say. Carefully I check my makeup, avoiding my own emerald gaze in the mirror. Since I ran from my family in the Appalachian Mountains I haven’t been able to look myself in the eyes. These are the same eyes that belong to one of my fathers. A constant reminder that I am not the daughter they planned for me to be. My birth was foreseen, my powers were foreseen, and yet here I stand an ordinary werewolf. The color of my wolf’s fur should have been enough to serve as passage into the magical world of witches. But unlike any Silver Wolf that has come before me I am powerless. Practicing a fake smile for the mirror I don’t miss how my smile no longer meets my eyes, but lucky for me the bar patrons are always too drunk to notice or even care. I chuckle a little bit at my reflection, Gramps is going to throw a fit tonight. I h
LYRASixteen Years Later I watch as my daughter stares out of the window. The thick layer of snow that coats the ground reminds me of the night she was born. There was so much snow that even Andrew’s Jeep could not make it through the snow. I laugh a little at the irony of it all. Here I am largely pregnant, with swollen ankles, and my feet propped up on a pillow. It is the exact thing that I refused to do a little more than sixteen years ago. The look on my daughter’s face is one of worry and regret. I pat the couch beckoning her to come and sit with me. Leaning in I whisper quietly so no one care hear me. “She’s awake. Isn’t she?” I ask referring to her wolf. My question causes anxiety to ripple off her in waves. Hiding her face in her hands she tries to control her breathing. We already know she is a Silver Wolf. We have prepared for this day since she was old enough to understand. I have known that her wolf had awoken weeks ago, I can feel my power waning when
LYRA The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the pack house. Abigale and I have been baking all day preparing for Chase and Annie to visit for an early Christmas celebration. My overly round belly is covered in flour because it keeps getting in the way. Every time I turn around I am knocking something over with my baby bump. Abigale has given up trying to clean up after me. I have been on my feet all day and my ankles are killing me. Looking down I can see that they are twice their normal size. My stomach is cramping, and it is becoming difficult to breathe. Abigale has tried to get me to sit down several times, but I really want to help. It is my first Christmas celebration with my mates and my brother, I want to do as much of the work as I possibly can. Bracing my hands against my back, I lean backwards trying to stretch my tight belly, but nothing seems to alleviate the pressure. Deciding t
LYRAThe cold gel hits my abdomen, and it makes me jump a little. Andrew and James are beside me grinning from ear to ear. They look like little kids on Christmas morning. I try to hide the waves of anxiety following through my body. Deep down I know everything is fine. I have seen her in my visions, I know that she is okay. But that does not stop me from worrying. So many terrible things have happened since I got pregnant, what if the visions have since changed. There is a tiny voice in my mind that is making me doubt if my visions are correct or not.I keep my eyes closed tight while the doctor rolls the ultrasound wand along my stomach. Then I hear it. The whooshing sound of a heartbeat fills the room. Andrew and James squeeze my hand tightly. Placing my free hand over my eyes I let out a sigh of relief, but I still cannot bring myself to look at the screen. I feel Andrew’s lips against my
LYRAAbigale sits beside me and fidgets nervously in her seat. “Your brother is okay with it,” she says frantically. Laying my hand on top of hers I guess her a little squeeze. “Whatever it is, I am sure we will be fine with it too.”Taking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment, Abigale breathes out slowly. “Annie and I are not actual sisters,” she begins. “she is my stepsister.”“Of course,” I smile brightly. “If she were a werewolf her hearing would have repaired itself.” Abigale watches me carefully as I piece together her family tree. “You said that your stepmother wanted to teach you both about all of the magical creatures that live in this world?”“Supernatural beings,” Abigale corrects. “Yes.”“They are witches!&rd
LYRAThis may sound crazy, but I simply could not wait for Grace to meet Prissy. I just knew that their had to be another person on the planet that Prissy did not want to murder, and I knew that Grace was that person. Linking my arm in hers I carefully guided her up the stairs to the pack house. Long gone is the youthful woman that trained me in the cabin. As soon as Lilith’s magic faded so did Grace’s youth, but I seemed to be the only one that noticed. Her once bright blue eyes are now a little duller than before and her beautiful black hair is now streaked with stripes of gray. When she smiles I can still see the vibrant, headstrong woman from the cabin, but I can tell that Lilith’s death has taken a toll on her.“The boys let me have a cat,” I explain excitedly. “Her name is Prissy, and she is absolutely perfect.”Grace pats my hand as we walk through the front door together.
ANDREW “I’m driving,” Lyra says as she grabs the keys to my Jeep from my hands. “Uh,” bile rises in my throat at the thought of anyone driving my Jeep but me. “Do you even have a license?” Lyra hops into the driver’s side and puts the key into the ignition and giving it a turn. “I mean not on me this moment. But I have one legally… I think,” she slides that last part in quietly thinking that I do not hear her over her revving the engine. “Nope,” I draw out the word before popping the ‘p’ with my lips. “You aren’t driving.” Reaching in I try to pull her from the seat, but she is ignoring me, fiddling with the dials on the dash and adjusting her mirrors. “When was the last time you ate?” She questions with an eyebrow raised and I can only glare in her direction because I know that she is technically right. I am in no shape to drive. “Exactly,” she chi