*Blanca* I trail my fingertips along the rough stone wall of the dungeon as I walk briskly along, keeping my shoulders hunched and my head down. In my other hand, I carry a bucket of water and a ladle. Down here, I should be safe from the ridicule I face on the upper levels of the castle, but occas
*Kieran* My cheek stings where that blasted bird pecked away my skin, but at least it didn’t get my eyeball. Because of my wolf shifter abilities, I feel it healing already. When I draw my hand away again, there’s no fresh blood. I hear my twin sisters’ footsteps lightly following me up the stairs
*Blanca* I almost made it to my room. When Nessa Winters steps out of the shadows near the last turn that takes me to my chambers, I leap backward, not out of fear but out of surprise. I hate it when she does that. Recently, she’s been doing it more and more. I’m not sure why. Maybe the fact that
*Kieran* I can still feel the sharp rips in the skin of my back where that fucking cat sunk it’s claws in, and my hands ache from the scratches that forced me to let it go before I ripped it in half. I don’t know what the fuck is happening in this place, but something is wrong, and I don’t like it.
*Blanca* It’s been five days since the incident in the dungeon, which was followed by the incident with Nessa–and then the incident with my brother. I’ve hardly left my room since then. I have chores I must do every day, like muck the royal stables and scrub the toilets in my parents’ bathrooms.
As the hours go by, and the moon continues to climb, I feel that fire inside of me igniting, and I know it’s almost time. The night sky fills with howls, some echoing out in the distance, others much closer to the castle. The urge to answer in kind bubbles up inside of me. I need to shift into my wo
*Blanca* I rush down the hallway, my bare feet slapping on the stone that makes up the floors in this dreary part of the castle. I don’t dare look behind me as I hurry toward the closest exit before someone discovers I’ve left my room. Someone locked me in there. Someone who wanted me to miss the
HIs hands glide over my skin, setting me on fire. He tastes like mint, like the freshest water from a mountain stream. He lays me down, his mouth tracing down my neck. I reach up and tangle my fingers in his soft hair, pulling him to me as my tongue twists around his. The ache between my thighs is