LYRA
Lugging all of the books into the library, I drop them on the table with a thud. Chase brought me so much more than what I had asked for. While we were growing up, I avoided him like the plague. He was immature, had no respect for rules, and would bully me quite often. Now that I look back on my life at the Silver Wolf pack it is clear that my father pitted us against each other. My father knew that if he let us get close his evil plan would never come to light.
“Jokes on him,” River chuckles in my head. “He died at Chase’s hands anyway.”
Emotions flood my mind that I am not expecting. My father was an evil person and a terrible father. But he always treated me like a princess, up until Andrew showed up at the pack. I know that I should hate him, but I cannot ignore the pain in my heart whenever I think about him. Pushing my feelings to the back of my mind, I know I need to focus on the books in front of me.
“Want some help?” I look up and see Ab
ANDREWAs soon as the sun rises the next morning, I yank the covers off of Lyra and James. James lets out a threatening growl and pulls Lyra in closer for warmth. Popping her head over James’s arm, Lyra sticks her tongue out at me snuggles closer into James. Grabbing Lyra by the ankles I drag her to the end of the bed, and she squeals as her tank top rides up her fast-growing belly. Jerking awake at the sound of Lyra’s squeal James bolts upright, rubbing his eyes in confusion.“Come on you two,” I bark at the two of them. “Road trip.”“Where to?” James yawns falling back on the bed. “It is a surprise,” I mumble. “Pass,” he yells as he places his head under his pillow.Lyra is sitting on the edge of the bed with her belly poking out of her tank top. After I brought her to bed last night I laid awake for hours trying to decide what is best for my mates. The last time tha
JAMES As soon as she lowers her hood and the perfect blonde curls flow down her back, I did not need her to get any closer to know who she is. My body tenses as her blue eyes pierce into mine. I try to remind myself that I am not a little boy anymore, but that does not help the painful memories that flow through my brain. Instinct makes me pull Lyra in closer and tighten my grip around her. “Hello James,” she sings through the night. The inflection in her voice feels like she is taunting me like she did when I was a child. Suppressing the growl that is threatening to burst through my chest, I just nod in her direction. “Lilith,” her name rolls off my tongue leaving a sour taste in my mouth. “Oh come now,” Lilith says as she approaches me. “Is that anyway to greet your mother?” A menacing growl erupts from my chest, as I push Lyra behind me. The urge to protect Lyra against my m
JAMES“I think it is okay,” Lyra says as she shuffles gently on her feet. But I know this place, this place is anything but ‘okay.’ Grace opens the door to the tearoom; the smell of incense and cookies wafts out of the room. This is the most inviting that this place has ever smelled. Growing up this place always smelled of rotting plants and wet animals. I wanted to follow Lyra into that room, but it was all too comforting. Something is off about this whole situation that Andrew put us in the middle of. Andrew and Lyra may trust Grace, but Grace trusts Lilith, and I know that Lilith only looks out for herself. So that can only mean that Grace cannot be trusted either. Reaching out I grab Lyra by the hand and pull her back to me. “Do not go in there,” I whisper to her.“I have been there several times before with no issue,” Lyra cradles her stomach as she whispers back to me. “This is differen
LYRAAs soon as I step through the doorway into the tearoom, the door slams behind me. My eyes flash to Grace and she is just shaking her head in disappointment. Grabbing the doorknob, I yank on the door, and it will not budge. My hands immediately bang against the heavy wood of the door trying to force it open.“Andrew! James!” I scream as I fall against the wood.I step back as I hear my mates trying to break down the door from the other side and then it is just silent. Trying the doorknob one more time, it twists easily in my hand. Opening the door just a crack, I peek out of the tearoom only to realize that it no longer leads to the round entryway. I open the door wider to reveal a tiny cottage. Without a second thought, I step into the cottage and breathe in my surroundings.I wipe the tears from my eyes, as I look around the cottage. It is exactly what you would expect a witch&r
ANDREW James and I decided that we would walk down the spiral staircase convinced that we would eventually reach the bottom. But every level that we hit looks identical to the level that was above it. The pictures on the walls and each doorway is always the same. We have been walking for what feels like forever. The view from the windows never changes. The sun has not risen since we have been in the tower. It is the dead of night, and the sky is void of any moon or stars. Black clouds swirl against the dark blue sky. Tension and frustration is building between us, and I fear if we do not come up with a new idea soon that we will end up fighting. After descending the stairs and landing in seemingly the same circular room for the hundredth time, I sit on the floor. My legs feel like lead, and I am pretty sure my feet are bleeding withing my shoes. Exhaustion mixed with hunger is driving me to the brink
LYRA Three days. Three days of being stuck in this cabin with Grace as she barks orders at me trying to teach me magic. Between her constant nagging, my ever-growing belly, and not having my mates the only emotion I can feel is irritation. I have refused to step back into the tearoom. Now that I know it is a portal I do not wish to end up anywhere else, so Grace is reluctantly training me in the main room of her cabin.“You must clear your mind of emotions,” she says for the thousandth time. Tiny flames burst from my fingertips as she speaks. “You must clear your mind,” I mutter under my breath mocking the words that she constantly repeats in my direction.“I heard that,” she groans without turning to look at me.“I have control over fire,” I whine like a little kid. “Is that not enough?&rdqu
JAMES Delicately Lilith cuts her chicken into bite sized pieces, grinning at us while she eats. Neither Andrew or I have dared to take a bite or drink anything that is laid out in front of us. Both of our stomachs are growling loudly from hunger, but we know we cannot trust anything that Lilith has placed in front of us. “Aren’t you boys hungry,” she bats her long eyelashes at us. “You’ve been walking the stairs for three days now.” “Three days?” Andrew says exasperated and I suddenly feel a lot hungrier. “mmHmm,” she mumbles as she chews. Leaning back in my seat, I glare at Lilith. She looks exactly like I remember. When I was little I used to twist my fingers around her long strands of hair while she told me stories. She would look down at me with her bright blue eyes and kiss me gently on the forehead, calling me her Ferocious Pup. I constantly have to
LYRA“I am ready.” I am standing in the tearoom waiting for Grace to answer me. She has been ignoring me for the better part of two days. Once she realized that I, or rather Ella, could connect with all five elements when we are outside she has been training me all hours of the day and night. One would think that she would at least speak to me during our training sessions. But no. She just randomly attacked me with spells throughout the day trying to catch me off guard. Last night she burst into my bedroom in the middle of the night, trying to catch me off guard. I was awoken by a large gust of wind that threw my bed across the room. All I remember is raising a hand and hearing the sounds of wood cracking across the room before I went back to sleep. I woke up to find that I had created a rather large crack in the middle of the main room of the cabin. Grace was bitte
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