The car ride back to the mansion was short or perhaps I was not paying enough attention to realize it wasn't. I could only stare at my arm wrapped thickly in a random auburn scarf from the store we wrecked.It still hurt but I was too tired to care. Also at that moment, the ugly wound was the least of my problems despite it being the reason for my new dilemma. Ethan wanted me to shift. Something I hadn't managed to do in all my seventeen years of age.I glanced at his tall silhouette in the car seat. He sat by my side leaving his thick curly midnight black hair in my view as he looked out the window. I wondered if he could perceive the protests in my mind against the ridiculous and impossible idea he proposed.“I can't read your mind,” he murmured. I hummed in response, raising an eyebrow. There was a long pause after, filled with no sound but the engine humming. I kept my eyes fixed on him and my thoughts clear.“Pray tell, what do you want?“ He spoke again but with a heavy sigh. His
I sent a glare his way. I was sure he could feel it, I wanted him to. Abigail stepped into my line of sight raising a brow but she said nothing. We both watched him disappear down the hallway.Her eyes seemingly softened by a fraction as they roamed across my face. “Come on,” she said, gesturing for me to follow her toward a side hallway.I hesitated holding my arm to my chest. “Where are we going?”“To get that cleaned first,” she replied. “Unless you’d prefer to bleed out on Ethan’s prized Persian rug.”I wouldn't mind but I refrained from retorting. Instead, I trailed behind her with sluggish steps dreading what I might see if I lifted the scarf holding my arm together.The hallway led to a modest room that scented strongly of antiseptic. My nose burned from the smell. “Ugh, that's a lot of antiseptic.“Abigail rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out a first-aid kit before setting it on a metal counter. “What do you mean? The smell's pretty muted.““This is muted? How often do you
“I'm not amused,” he stepped closer wearing his brows in knits.I stepped back with short shuffled steps. The pressure from his presence was uncomfortable and heavy like a vase titling on an edge ready to crash and fall apart.“And I really don't want to do this,” My insides churned. Not in the present conditions anyway. Shifting was something I had been wanting but I'd long accepted. It was something I couldn't do. Now the notion of shifting felt terrifying.“You're nervous, just breathe,” he said, his voice softening just a fraction.“Fine,” I huffed. It wouldn't work anyway. Best to show him instead.I frowned but did as he said regardless. Inhaling deeply, I let the air reach the depths of my lungs before exhaling. My heartbeat was frantic and the pain in my arm flared randomly.“Focus on the pain in your arm,” he slowly uttered, his words carrying a low gentle tone.It was soothing but it wasn't doing much. With each breath, I sought out the pain in my arm and unfortunately for m
“I shouldn’t have left Springville,” I spat, the words bitter and rough in my mouth. “I shouldn’t have left my parents. At least there, I knew what my life was. At least there, I wasn’t caught up in someone else’s stupid war.”Why did my mom trust these people with me?A cold wave of realization washed over me, drowning me further in my frustration. I collided against a huge wall of guilt. What had I been doing? My parents. I hadn’t thought about them—really thought about them—since the night I left Springville.What had happened to them? Were they safe? Did they even know where I was? I froze, my anger unraveling as the image of their faces rose unbidden in my mind.My hands trembled, the itching sensation growing stronger. I turned away from Ethan, my vision blurring. For the first time since I’d arrived here, I realized I had no idea if the people I loved most were even alive.“My parents,” I muttered under my breath. For a moment, everything else faded away, replaced by a single d
A dead, chilling silence suffocated the room. Khalid's neck snapping still played incessantly in my ears, ringing painfully. My hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the ragged breaths spilling out my lips. I gawked at his body, my eyes heavy with horror. He lay there limp, lifeless, and scattered in a way that screamed of his finality. I did that. The thoughts hammered in my skull, relentless and shooting. My fingers twitched involuntarily, the painful itching in my palms now unbearable. I wanted to tear my skin apart, to scrape away whatever it was that had pushed me to that moment. I could hear words mumbling from behind me, yet all that registered was the sound of snapping and my thundering heartbeat fastening in my chest.“Oh God,” I croaked into my palm, shaking as my body seemed to burn under the weight of my action.My knees gave out beneath me, and I collapsed, hard on my knees. A sickening crack split the air, followed by a torrent of pain shooting through my leg. My k
I flinched with a gasp, raising my hand to my chest at the show of hate written on her face. Her usually lovely countenance was twisted into something cynical and angry.“After years of being suffocated!“ She screeched, her hair straightening sharply, shooting into the trees. “You still haven't called for me!“ “Wh-what do you mean?“ I stammered, holding my chest as it slowly began to hurt.“You reached for the mutt instead of me! I'm part of you too, you know!“ She seethed with a boom as her hair crashed into trees, biting down on her teeth. Her body hummed with light and will-o-wisps of onyx and purple.“No you're not!, you're a figment of my imagination,” I countered her words. Her claim sounded ridiculous.Was my dream spiraling because I was? Nothing was making sense. Sure she looked like me but there was no way she had much to do with me. She was a mere manifestation in my head to cope with whatever changes I've been experiencing for the past weeks.She had always been somehow h
I gasped awake but the minute I inhaled deeply, I choked on my pain.The entirety of my body hurt to the point I was momentarily convinced I was being torn apart. Every muscle and joint ached as though I had been beaten from the inside out.My chest heaved in and out. The dry air felt thin and foreign as it rushed into my lungs. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the agony would subside. It didn't.Blinky rapidly, I slowly managed to push away the fog in my mind as the clarification of my situation settled in. As the pain simmered in, I became acutely aware of the cold sensation beneath me, pressing into my bare skin.“What the,” I uttered a groan involuntarily. I was lying on the floor, completely naked too. Shards of dirt clung to my pores, stinging softly.A wince eased out as I struggled to sit up. My body was protesting and my hands trembled as I tried to push myself upright.I wasn’t in the forest. I wasn’t in the dreamscape. I was back in the den. Looking around, I found myself to
I peered at her with squinted lids, my fists trembling at my sides. Anger surged through me but guilt trailed closely behind. She was part of this, part of the lie that had kept me in the dark. But I had murdered Khalid in cold blood. That fact loomed over me, a weight I couldn’t shake, no matter how much I wanted to rage at her.Still, I couldn’t stop the venom in my voice as I hissed, “Sure you don't want to lock me up more for the kick of it?“Abigail’s eyes flicked to mine, but she didn’t say anything. She simply turned on her heel and walked out of the den without another utterance.My hands trembled as I pulled on the clothes she’d thrown at me. The hair on my skin was standing, and my heart was pumping faster than necessary. There was so much going on.Was I really part Melbringer? How could that be possible? Why did my parents leave me with Ethan? What weren't they telling me? The secrets were everywhere, tangled and suffocating.And to top it all off, the image of Khalid’s li
Things had settled down in the plane but my mind refused to.The edge of my fingers hovered over an open book in my lap, my eyes skimming the words without really absorbing them. I'd picked it to pass the time as we continued to head for Springville.Control. That’s what I was supposed to be learning. But how could I even begin to grasp control when I wasn’t sure what was real?"Oh, little one, things are about to change for you.“The words still sang in my head, low, guttural, and amused. It was also familiar in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.It sounded like my wolf. I'd heard her many times in my dreamscape but it was the first I'd heard her speak in my mind.But that didn’t provide much of an information. Wolves didn’t just speak in their human mind. That wasn’t how it worked. There were special circumstances, sure like deeply bonded mates shifting, sacred rituals, and moments of absolute desperation. But this? This was something else entirely.The sound of rustling made m
“No.” My voice was hoarse but firm.Ethan's gaze snapped back to mine with a frown. I could feel the tension in the way his body coiled, ready to strike.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe past the lingering haze of pain. “It wasn’t an external attack,” I whispered.Silence followed once again. I let it linger because how exactly was I supposed to explain that my sorceress side had manifested as an entity in my mind and it was strong enough to harm me physically?Ethan’s grip flexed, his control razor-thin. I could see it in the way his jaw tightened, in the flicker of something unreadable behind his dark eyes. He was anxious.I licked my lips, forcing the words out. “It was me,” I admitted. “It happened in my dream.”The weight of their gazes pressed in on me.“Explain,” Ethan ordered, biting down on his Jaw.“I've been having certain dreams for a while where I sorta talk to my wolf and this girl,” I paused, twiddling my thumbs.“What did she look like?“ Khalid headed toward
The moment my bare feet met the moist grass of the forest in my dreamscape, I felt it.A sentient shift in the atmosphere.The air felt denser and fully charged with something electric and violent. The trees rustled as they trembled and recoiled from a storm brewing. The usual scent of petrichor and pine was tainted with the acrid burn of unnatural.And there they were.My wolf, white fur stained with mud and an onyx liquid, her eyes burning with molten golden fury.And her opposition. Me.Or rather, the version of me I had come to fear. My doppelganger, the Melbringer. The last time I'd encountered her in my dreamscape, she nearly killed me with her wrath. It looked like my wolf had now taken my place.She swung around wreathed in smoke and tresses, flickering between substance and shadow. Her pallid eyes squinted sharp with amusement with lips curled in a delighted smirk. Whatever was happening, she was relishing it.An opaque filmy force coiled around her fingers, twisting through
I rubbed my palms together before holding them to my face. The thrill rushed through me, bubbling up like a spark catching fire. I would see them pretty soon too.I was going home to my parents, to my mom, to my dad, to Becca, and the rest of Springville.A tightening sensation pulled at the tips of my fingers as my body slowly began to run cold. The rest of Springville? My hands dropped to my sides. To Higan, my mate who had rejected me?My gaze fell to the ground as my body ran colder. I had somehow forgotten about a huge chunk of my life in Springville. The bullying, the rejection, the ostracizing.What would happen when I returned? I proposed that my parents let me stay the rest of the school term at home and my mom agreed but what about college after? Summer break? I would still be in town, under The rule of Higan Sinclair as the Alpha.“Harlyn love?“ Tyler shook me lightly by the shoulder, his voice dipping light with concern.I blinked quickly, forcing a smile. “Sorry, I just g
I adjusted the silver ribbons on the black stair hands before stepping back slightly to assess my work. The mansion’s grand staircase shimmered with strands of warm twinkly lights, and a small tree stood proudly in the foyer waiting to be decorated."Too much, too soon?" I asked with a soft hum, peering at Khalid, who shuffled by the railings hanging garlands in an ugly beige Christmas sweater and denim.He shot me a playful crease of his nose and a smirk. "No such thing. It’s December."My lips quirked up faintly before I exhaled, my fingers lightly tracing the pine needles. The scent of wine and pecan pie wafted through the room with the gentle rhythm of the perky holiday playlist Khalid had insisted on.Boxes of decorations were sprawled across the floor, and tangled vines of mini light bulbs snaked over the furniture like rebellious ivy.It was a heavy contrast from the sight at home when it was just me and my parents. We always made early preparations but none of it rivaled the g
I inhaled deeply, swallowing down the knot growing in my throat. Shaking the lingering tension from my limbs, I shifted my stance and prepared myself.Ethan’s movements remained measured, and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to wear me down. And he did. After a while, I was running on fumes, my breaths had grown short and my muscles ached beyond possible redemption. Or so it felt.But I still had enough in me to show I hadn't been playing around in the time that had passed.I pushed forward, my fists tightening as I launched myself at him, aiming for his side. He dodged swiftly, effortless as ever, his body shifting with a frustrating smoothness that made it feel like he was barely trying. Again.I didn't have the energy to dwell on the difference in experience. I simply twisted my heel to strike again. As expected, he caught my wrist mid-swing, his grip firm but not bruising. My pulse lurched, heat and ice warring in my veins.His dark emerald eyes flickered with so
Dressed in the same dark bodysuit as Caleb, Ethan stood in the center of the room with an air of composed authority as he adjusted his digital wristband. His hair had been trimmed shorter and he seemed to have gained mass in some way.What had he been doing? Why was he here in particular? His presence was an instant, unwelcome disruption to the fragile sense of calm I had built over the past weeks.I immediately stiffened, my fingers curled into my palms as I stopped in my tracks and my lips curled in distaste.Caleb, for his part, didn’t seem surprised. He merely gave Ethan a curt nod before turning to me. “I’ll leave you two to it.”He was in on it, of course. I scowled but said nothing, watching as Caleb exited the room, leaving me alone with the one person I least wanted to see.Ethan finally looked up to meet my eyes, my heart pulsed with gentle tremors. It only irritated me further. I hadn't seen him in so long and all he was doing was staring.He seemed to be studying me with a
He studied me for a moment, his tone even. “No offense Harlyn but you're not that formidable to insight much fear in any one of us. We've been around for quite some time, we've dealt with plenty of things, not much counts as scary anymore.”I blinked in surprise. “Okay?“ I flushed from embarrassment, scoffing, “So what's the problem?“From my doppelganger's speculation, they were supposed to be scared of me. Not that I was hoping they would be but that would be the only logical explanation as to their distance.“They don’t think you like them,” he cut straight to the point. “We have played a certain part in your life so far that you've voiced to be infuriating. They believe you dislike them for it and technically you're the one avoiding them.”I had resented them in the heat of my shift but it was for what they had taken part in, keeping me here, hiding things from me, and following Ethan’s orders like my life was something they could dictate. My resentment wasn’t actually for any of
The air carried a subtle scent of pomegranates I suspected was from the new shampoos Khalid bought me two days ago after I got myself a new hairdo. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages as I flipped through yet another book on self-control.I wasn’t sure how much good they were doing.Somehow the last conversation I had with Ethan two weeks ago still made a point to play in my mind in unshakable echoes. His explanation about the original werewolf bloodlines, his tales of meeting my apparent mother, Gaiyetre, the mark, and then the warning.'...now that you’re aware of it, you might start waking up parts of yourself that have been dormant this whole time... your real abilities could start manifesting. Things beyond just speed or heightened senses...'To my dismay, he wasn’t wrong. I had been feeling it. Every day since my shift. Some force inside me had been shifting and stirring uncontrolled.The energy in my limbs felt heavier, and denser, like I was carrying a