AryaI was about to come give Gammie a hug when her words stop me completely. “What do you mean, Gammie?”She hesitates and shifts her weight from one foot to another, her gaze flitting from me to my mom. She also looks at the door of the infirmary and says, “I will go see my granddaughter first.” With that, she looks at my mom. “Your Majesty, I would like to ask for some assistance for Nancy. Please, her parents are out of the country for a convention, and I need her to be back in my home so I can look after her.”Mom looks a bit surprised because of her sudden request, but she immediately nods and calls on the guards, whispering commands.Soon enough, Nancy is being carried on a comfy bed to one of the big vans that the kingdom owns. Arthur gets behind the wheel and me in the front seat, with Mom and Gammie in the back with Nancy.“I apologize for all of this,” Gammie says, and for a moment I wonder what she’s apologizing for, exactly. “I didn’t mean to bother all of you like this.
AryaMy mouth falls open. "A Shape Shifter?"Gammie nods, looking at the drawing on the book again. "I know that us Lycans and Werewolves have been considered shape shifters for a very long time, but this is different."Her ominous tone makes all of us listen closely, but it's the look of pure fear and apprehension in her eyes that makes all of shiver. Gammie never looked this way before, not even when there was something bad happening to Simon. She's always the one able to summon some calmness in the hardest times, so this reaction is chilling to see.I don't even know if I want to know how the rest of her story goes, but I still muster the courage to ask, "What do you mean? How are they different from us?""Well," she begins. pausing as though to weigh her words. "There are two known shape shifters in all of history, a man and a woman, but the woman decided to go a different path. She decided to give up this great power and settle to be one creature for the rest of her life. Now he
AryaThe silence in the whole room is almost deafening. My heart doesn't seem to be beating even at this point. I feel like I'm going to die. I can't breathe or blink or even move.For a long while none of us speaks. Gammie looks away and is just staring into the distance now, while Mom is fighting down tears.The only one who doesn't seem to be staying still and silent is Arthur, who just shot up to his feet and looked at Gammie."What do you mean Arya is the mate?" There's apparent anger and frustration in his voice, but I don't think it's directed at Gammie. "She's my mate. I marked her. I mated her. That would not happen unless she's been marked by someone else. And hell, she was supposedly Levi's mate. They had a mate bond. Why the hell is that irrelevant now?"Gammie looks at him with a pitying look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Arthur. I hope you don't think I'm making this up. Arya is his mate. Look at her neck. Your mark has been erased. It's never permanent because she's already
AryaEverything is hazy, but at the same time, I can see everything.I can recognize the forest in the kingdom with its brightly colored trees. Red and orange and dark green, all swaying in the wind. The sweeping hills could have been the same thing in reality, just missing the palaces and the houses and the people.But the only thing in the fields right now is a man and a woman, sitting on some kind of blanket, talking.I recognize the man as Rhysand the Shape Shifter, and lying across his lap wearing a flowy dress is a white-blonde woman with kind blue eyes.It doesn't take me long to recognize that the woman is Ivory.It just feels like I know her.The man is stroking her hair, and they're both smiling, talking in hushed voices. Even from afar I can see that she has a mark on her neck, something that is all too familiar to me: a mark from her mate.They look at each other and at first all I can see is pure love, but there's a certain strain in her eyes that can't be dismissed.The
Arya Waves of repulsion ripple through my body. I want to snap out of this memory and come back to reality, but nothing is happening. I concentrate hard enough, willing all of it to go away. . . . But the scene only changes, and I find myself in a strange white space. There are no visible walls. There is no ceiling, no floor. No anything. Just a big space of pure white that stretches on for miles and miles. The only thing that’s in it is a female figure. And I instantly recognize it as Ivory. She looks at me, her eyes filled with dread and nerves, coupled with a hint of pride that I know would never disappear no matter what. She, after all, has always been proud. “So you loved him before,” is the only thing I manage to say to her. “Rhysand was your mate. But you were Shape Shifters and not Lycans.” “He was the only thing I had,” she says after a beat. “And similarly, I was the only thing he had. That bond couldn’t be erased easily. Even after centuries. Even after I made clear t
LeviI know that it was probably a bad choice to open up like that and tell Arya everything that I’m feeling, but I just had to let it out.When I came to find out what happened and what really is happening, I just know that things will not remain like this, and that it could change before I know it. I know it’s sentimental and most likely a bad choice, but I don’t want to go on with this mission without telling Arya how much I really care about her, and how much I regret everything.Maybe I’m just emotional. Maybe the kidnapping of my parents and the possibility that they have been harmed is making me uneasy and unstable. Either way, the regret and guilt are eating at me, and I just wanted to have something I could say I did right.And as Arya encloses me in her arms, I can’t help but feel even more of that regret and guilt. I feel like it’s all my fault, like if I didn’t reject her, she would be safe in my pack forever, protected by me and her family there. I feel like my rejection
LeviInstantly, the moment those words leave the butler’s mouth, everything around me goes blank. The scene around me disappears. The garden, the bench, and even Arthur vanishes from my mind. All the things we talked about suddenly seem small as the world around me tunnels and collapses.The butler pauses and peers at my face. “Are you alright, Alpha?”“Yes,” I say after a beat, trying to steady my breathing. “Where is this person who wants to talk to me?”“Someone wants to meet you here?” Arthur suddenly puts in. “But we’re at the estate of Gammie and Nancy. We have to know who knows just enough to follow you here.”I’m ashamed of it, but I have to say that I didn’t think of that before he even mentioned it. I was pretty prepared to ask the butler to let in the one who said that message, but it didn’t occur to me that we’re in a completely different place and whoever has the means to follow me all the way here has to be someone cunning.I turn to the butler. “Ask that person who they
LeviI look at the Rogue and see nothing but earnestness in his eyes. He keeps his head low as though he’s repenting his sins by my feet, but I can’t bring myself to tell him to get up. I can only look at Arthur, who stares back at me.To my surprise, I suddenly hear his voice in my head through a mind-link. “I don’t think he is to be trusted completely. This could be a trap.”He’s right. This could very well be a trap, but it could also be a way for me to get to my parents and bring them home safely. It’s a big conflict to think about, but the love and worry I feel for my parents are speaking louder than ever now, especially since I’ve been fed some hope by this situation. The only thing I can think of right now is having them back, because this is all my fault and I don’t want anyone else involved in it.I take a deep breath, feeling like I’ve been caught in a dead end. What do I do now? What do I choose?Should I take this one call and try to save my parents? Should I hold back and