Tyler's Point Of ViewWe spent the rest of the morning with Adam and Charlotte. I would have much rather spent it with Avril, making up for my words and actions. My beautiful mate. I couldn't imagine life without her. Even though I know everything I said and did was because of the enchantment corrupting my soul, I feel that I could have fought it. The mating bond was supposed to be so strong that it could not be broken once we accepted it.Echo wasn't helping much. He was angry because of the things I said. I "hurt mate", as he kept telling me. I would have to give him time to come to terms with what happened. The enchantment had effectively cut me off from him. I was sure he would eventually understand that everything was out of my control.There was a knock at the door. Daemon opened it to find Captain Aeon, Alise, Alastair and another non-Fae male with him. The male was tall and less bulky than us Wolf-Shifters. He was also quite pale, like Alastair. I surmised that this must be th
Tyler's Point Of ViewWith that decided, Avril and I headed back to our rooms. I would finally get time to spend with her before we left. I wanted to reaffirm our bond. It worried me that during the time I was enchanted, the bond was muted, and I could feel it weakening.This was the reason Echo was so upset. The bond meant everything to him, and he blamed me for it weakening. No matter that I told him I was under enchantment due to being stabbed. That didn't matter to him.Maybe I was to blame. I surely felt guilty even though I knew I couldn't have stopped it.As I settled into our room, Avril's presence beside me brought a wave of comfort. I reached for her hand, needing the reassurance of her touch."Avril. I'm so sorry for all that happened," I whispered, my voice heavy with the weight of guilt. "I wish I could have protected our bond better."Avril's eyes softened with understanding, her fingers intertwined with mine, "It wasn't your fault, Tyler. We'll rebuild our bond stronger
Avril's Point Of ViewAfter our love-making session, we basked in the relaxed afterglow. Although it had only been days since our last love-making session, it felt more like weeks. It was good to know we were getting back on track with our relationship.We spent the rest of the afternoon resting and talking like normal before meeting everyone for dinner. Mother wanted to go over the plans to ensure the mission would go more smoothly this time. I think almost losing Tyler made her realise that this would be harder than she thought. It did, as far as I was concerned, and I didn't want to go through that again.During dinner, Mother explained that she wanted us all to travel by portal. With the twenty-five Fae warriors coming with us, enough trusted warriors were proficient at creating portals. I hadn't realised this, and Mother had kept it silent for a reason. Creating portals was a highly sought-after skill and, in the wrong hands, could cause chaos.The next day, after breakfast, we g
Avril's Point Of View While trying to figure out what I was worried about, the Dark Fae handler let his two Skíatokoi attack before stepping back into the shadows. On the one hand, I didn't expect the handler to stay and attack a small army of a hundred warriors but to leave his creatures to die? I thought at least the handler would take Skíatokoi with him. The Skíatokoi immediately detected their enemy and advanced on the first group of fifteen warriors. The five experienced Fae warriors attacked from the front, leaving the Vampires and Shifters in their group to flank them from behind. This had been decided as the best course of action to take down any of the mutated Dark Fae. creatures we would possibly come up against. The first Skíatokos went down quickly since all warriors were armed with selēnítēs líthos. I worried about the Vampire and Shifter warriors since none had ever been up against creatures like these. There had been enough minor breaches in the past that most Fae wa
Avril's Point Of View Unsure of what to do next, I took stock of what was happening around me. The witch and warlock, Hannah and Zayne, had cast light spells to dispel the dark, murky fog created by the Dark Fae mutated creatures. The two witches, Miriam and Pania, had chanted their protection spells to keep us safe from the acidic acid the Skíatokoi were known to vomit. We knew that there were several handlers with their disgusting pets ready to attack us, but we didn't know how many warriors might be hidden or whether there was an invasion force just waiting in the darkness. Delilah stepped up and lent her power to Zayne and Hannah. I had previously learned that Delilah was one of the original witches who joined forces with Adriana and Daemon and was mated to Renée. She must have had an incredible amount of power since as soon as the light strands came off her, the entire area lit up, and there was no longer any dark fog. At that instant, a chill coursed through me, draining the
Avril's Point Of View In the aftermath of fortifying the border shield, our return journey through the portal marked the completion of our efforts. Yet, within those fleeting days, a cascade of events unfurled. With steely resolve, Mother dispatched the Dark Fae, bearing an uncanny resemblance to my father, into the confines of the prison. Following this, the seven fallen warriors were sent to the makeshift morgue hastily arranged in the infirmary. There was already a morgue, but it was not enough to handle the extra deaths. A trio of Dark Fae soldiers injured during the battle but not killed were consigned to the prison's confines as captives of war. Their wounds would receive attention, but their fates hung in the balance of forthcoming interrogation. In truth, they would be tortured if information was not forthcoming. I had so many questions that wouldn't be answered very soon. Talking to Mother about it was a priority, which I would deal with once we had settled in, showered
Avril's Point Of View Today, Mother was holding a trial of the six traitors. The captured Dark Fae were not included in this, nor was Mother making an announcement that we had captured any. She didn't want Lord Umbra to think she still had them, in the same way, she wasn't announcing we had captured Evangelos, our Father, her mate. The Dark Fae were still in antimagic cells, being tortured. I didn't think we would gain any information from torture. In the books I read while in the Mundane Realm, the widely accepted view on the effectiveness of torture for obtaining reliable information was that it was unreliable. While torture could elicit information, it was often unreliable due to the extreme duress the individual underwent. In other words, anything they told us was probably false. Besides, it was common knowledge that Lord Umbra loved to torture his own people, and his methods were horrific. I hoped that Mother would execute the captured Dark Fae, with the exception of Father a
Avril's Point Of ViewWe were finally going home.Home.As I made my way out of the grand hall, my thoughts were in a state of chaos, overwhelmed by the events of the past few weeks. The memories of those incidents were still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't shake off the unease that had haunted me ever since.Upon our arrival, all my attention was directed towards Duan and Neri as I was determined to break off my betrothal contract. However, the others were preoccupied with supporting Mother and dealing with her issues. Little did we realise that our problems were related and would involve a monumental conspiracy to oust my mother from the rightful position of the Fae Queen. It was a complex situation that required our utmost attention and effort to resolve.The protective shield that encircled our borders was a formidable force that kept the Dark Fae at bay. Now, with the collective power of all the magical beings present, it has been fortified to an unprecedented level. The shield'
Marc's Point of ViewThe moment we reached the edge of Charleston’s industrial district, our mood changed to serious mode. The dilapidated warehouses loomed ahead, their skeletal frames standing against the faint glow of distant city lights. The air was thick with the acrid scent of saltwater and rust, a sharp contrast to the quiet rage simmering within me.Every fibre of my being was screaming to charge in, to find Lucienne and end this nightmare, but I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not now. Not when we were this close. I glanced at Cole, who sat rigid in the seat next to me, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone white. His wolf, Blaine, was barely restrained, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.“Breathe,” I murmured through the mind-link, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside me. It was a simple command, but it carried more weight than either of us could have anticipated. I wasn’t sure if I was reminding him or myself.The tension from us was plain to
Cole's Point of ViewThe growl of the SUV’s engine echoed my mood—low and simmering with restrained fury. A day’s drive to Charleston felt like an eternity. Every kilometre of road we travelled was one less between us and Lucienne, but it didn’t feel fast enough. Every second on the road felt like a century.My Lycan, Blaine, prowled at the edges of my mind, eager to tear into anyone who had dared harm her. The fact that we had to wait to reach her made my blood boil. Marc sat in the back seat next to me, his posture rigid and his eyes locked on the road ahead, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrest. The fire burning in his amber eyes mirrored my own.Queen Adriana sat in the front with King Daemon driving, their presence commanding yet oddly comforting. Daemon had been our anchor through this ordeal, his steady voice reminding us that charging in mindlessly would only hurt Lucienne. Gamma Ellis was quiet beside us, his jaw tight as he stared out the window.Tension crackled in
Marc's Point of ViewThe day and a half since Lucienne’s abduction had been the longest of my life. Every moment stretched like an eternity, the bond Cole and I shared with her still present but muted. Every attempt to reach her through the mind-link was met with silence. It was maddening. Cassius, my Lycan, prowled restlessly within me, his frustration mirroring my own. We were helpless, and it was tearing us apart.King Daemon and Queen Adriana had been our anchors through the chaos. King Daemon, in particular, had taken us aside, his voice heavy with a mixture of pain and understanding. “I know what you’re going through,” he said. “When Adriana was taken years ago, I thought I’d lose my mind. But rushing in blind only makes it worse. You have to trust the process. You have to trust her.”Trust. The word felt hollow when my mate was out there, suffering. But his experience was hard to ignore. Adriana had been sitting beside him, her gaze fierce yet compassionate as she nodded in agr
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Cole's Point of ViewI could feel the tension in the air as we got out of the cars. It was a mess. The only positive point was that everyone was here and alive. Everyone except Lucienne. Given that our Lycans were not completely losing control, there was still hope. Hope that she was still out there, still alive.Marc mind-linked our father, urgency lacing his voice as he delivered the grim news—Lucienne had been taken. But what came next was a devastating revelation. Elizabeth and Michaela had escaped, aided by none other than Dwayne. The timing was far too coincidental, a connection that couldn’t be ignored. Whoever was behind this knew exactly what they were doing.Father also sent through half a dozen of our best trackers via a portal that Queen Adriana had created. The trackers spread out, scanning the area with the precision of trained hunters. But they had about as much luck as we had in human form. We knew the general direction they had gone, but that was it. Marc decided that
Lucienne's Point of ViewThe faint echo of footsteps from above stiffened me, and my senses strained for any sign of danger. Every sound in this cell was magnified—every whisper of air, every creak of the floorboards. It had been hours, maybe longer since I had last seen anyone. My body ached, and my wrists were raw from the restraints, but I forced myself to stay alert.When the door creaked open, I expected Beatrice’s manic figure or Rodney’s menacing leer. Instead, Michaela’s familiar form came downstairs, her face carefully blank but her eyes darting nervously. She carried a tray of food, the smell wafting toward me, making my stomach growl despite myself.She hesitated before crouching down to push the tray through the bottom of the bars. She moved to the box on the wall that adjusted the chains. The weight eased slightly, and I could finally lift my arms enough to rub the soreness from them.“You need to eat,” Michaela said softly, pushing the tray toward me. Her tone was quiet,
Lucienne's Point of ViewI sagged against the chains, reeling from the sting of the whip. My wrists were still tightly bound, but the slight loosening of the chains gave me a moment to catch my breath as I gasped, my chest heaving. Beatrice stood in the dimly lit cell, her body tense and poised, the whip in her hand slicing through the air with a sharp crack.Suddenly, the heavy door slammed open, and Rodney stormed in, radiating a palpable fury that seemed to charge the air around him. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and seized her wrist, the force of his grip causing her wrist to break, and she staggered slightly. With a swift motion, he wrenched the whip from her hand, sending it flying across the cell to land with a dull thud on the cold stone floor.Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over."She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her.""I don't care!" Beat
Lucienne's Point of ViewClio stirred. At first, it was faint—a mere flicker of warmth beneath my skin, like the distant glow of a candle struggling against the darkness. It wasn't the full return of her vibrantly strong presence, but it was enough to send a wave of relief coursing through me. For the first time since I'd been dragged into this grim, lightless cell, I felt a sliver of hope.Her energy was weak and groggy, like waking from a deep, drugged sleep, and I could sense her struggling against the lingering effects of the wolfsbane. She couldn't speak, couldn't send me her thoughts, but I felt her there—a fragile yet unmistakable connection humming faintly within me. It was proof that the activated charcoal Michaela had smuggled to me was starting to work, pushing back against the poison that had muted her.I closed my eyes and concentrated, drawing strength from that tenuous bond. Clio's presence reminded me of who I was, of the power locked away inside me. Even if she couldn
Lucienne's Point of ViewAs the sound of their retreating footsteps faded into silence, the tension holding my body upright gave way. My legs buckled, and I sank to my knees, the chains rattling softly as my arms hung limply above me. Pain radiated across my back, sharp and relentless, each breath pulling at the torn skin where the silver whip had bitten deep.For a moment, I allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the fear, the helplessness. The weight of the situation bore down on me, pressing the air from my lungs. I clenched my fists, forcing my mind to remain clear. I couldn’t let this break me.“They’ll come for me,” I whispered, my voice cracking against the stillness of the cell. “Marc and Cole will find me.”I repeated the words like a mantra, willing myself to believe them. Marc and Cole were my mates. They wouldn’t rest until they tracked me down. The wolfsbane might dampen the bonds between us, but they were still there, faint and fragile threads that connected us. Once C