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
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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
LYRAMemory after faded memory flashes through my head. Right before my eyes I watch James grow up. This bright blue eyes and blonde hair have remained unchanged all of these years. His mischievous grin is also the same. Grace doted on him constantly, treating him like a little prince. Lilith seemed to only tolerate his presence. I watch as a four-year-old James runs wild through the forest with Grace desperately trying to catch him, but he is so fast that she cannot keep up. Grace collapses on the ground and pretends to be hurt. She calls out his name in dramatic distress and it stops James in his tracks. His beautiful blue eyes fill with concern as he runs to her side, until she flips him on his back and started tickling him. His laughter fills the forest as he tries to wiggle his way out of her arms. As the memories pass through my mind I cannot help but think that I have never seen a child tha
JAMESSitting on the floor of the tower I hold Andrew’s head in my lap while he sleeps. Lilith stopped offering us meals after asking for my child for the millionth time and I continued to tell her to go to hell. We randomly find bread and water as we continue to wander the tower looking for a way out. The bread and water does not affect me, but it knocks Andrew out for hours. I am positive that Lilith has put a spell on the food that only affects those not related to her. Her master plan is not hard to figure out, she thinks if she keeps hurting Andrew then I will hand over my child. But I know that Lyra and Andrew would never forgive me. Every time we stumble upon food, Andrew lets out a frustrated groan. We both know that we need to eat, but we both know that Andrew will be out for hours at a time.Leaning against the wall of the tower with Andrew’s head in my lap I can feel the tendrils o
LYRA A gust of wind bursts from Lilith’s fingers. The burst is so strong that I cannot stand against it, and it slides me across the floor, smashing me up against the wall on the other side of the room from my mates. Sliding one foot out in front of the other I block the wind from hitting my face with my arms. The wind feels like shards of glass as it whips against my forearms. All I can hear is the sound of wind whipping around my head and Lilith’s evil laugh filling my mind. My anger begins to rush to fingertips. The urge to burn the tower to the ground is overwhelming, but I can hear Grace’s teachings echoing in my head. “You will never overcome the element of air with the element of fire.” Closing my eyes against the wind, I pull the wind from around room into my core. Swiping my hands down in a single swift motion, I push a gust of wind from arms towards Lilith. “Enough,” I scream as my wind catches Lilith
JAMESThe wind whirls around us as Lilith screams on the ground, but the wind is not the only thing that is spinning. Every memory in my head feels like it is being changed all at once. I try my best to shield Lyra from the debris that is flying through the air, but it feel like my head is splitting in two. Between the wind, Lilith screaming, and what is happening in my mind I feel like I am on the verge of insanity. Lilith stops screaming and falls limply on the ground and the wind stops swirling around us. The tower is gone. Everything that was once there has completely disappeared as if it never existed in the first place. A sudden pain rips through my head. It feels like my brain is exploding inside of my skull. Placing my hands on the sides of my head, I try to contain the pain that is splitting my head in two. I cannot stop the loud growl that erupts from my chest as I begin to pace back and
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
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.
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
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