HollisBy the Goddess, I feel like shit. My head aches, my skin burns, and I am far too hot. I told Father sleeping in the carriage away from Escuro wouldn’t work out for any of us—if I feel like this, I can only imagine how he’s doing this morning. We could’ve left this morning without losing any f
The scars on Luna Estrella are enough to prove it.“I—” She shakes her head. “What does this have to do with the Haze? Why are you running away?”“Because you’re not my mate.” This time, my shoulder sears like my arm is about to fall off. More memories of last night leak in. Someone’s teeth in my ar
HollisEva shakes her head. “I just don’t know how we didn’t find each other.”“It’s strange,” I agree, my mark burning.When I found her, asleep in the nook of a tree, I looked her over for a mating mark before I even woke her up. All the way over. Not a single sign of the snowflake shape. Not even
Father steps up next to the wooden structure Eva and I stand on. I raise my eyebrows.‘I thought you left,’ I say to him through the mind-link. ‘King Kieran delivered an insult too great to be expected to bear?’‘Hush,’ Father replies without looking at me. ‘We cannot look distracted.’I exchange a
Candace“Look at this!” Estrella holds a single piece of green grass up in front of my eyes. “It’s alive.”“I’m so happy for you.” I force a smile. Despite the realization that this first application only affected the area right around where they put what they’ve started calling the elixir, Raven an
I blink. “Something happened last night.”“Your first Haze.” Mother’s smile is sickly sweet, like she doesn’t quite know how to do it anymore. “Did you—?”I nod.“And he frightens you.”‘No.’ My face burns as I mind-link Mother for the first time in almost a year. ‘He…he doesn’t want me.’“Oh, darli
Hollis“So I said, ‘Who are you kidding? Your wolf doesn’t even have two ears.’” Lord Gunnar, one of the Snowcrest nobles Father begrudgingly agreed to bring on the trip, bursts into laughter at his own joke.Father nods once, crisply, and takes another drink from his cup. Zain, my Beta whenever I t
The dark hair and eyes, the dress that looks like nobody’s seen it in the light in twenty years, the vague aura of social ineptitude.“Lucky guess,” I reply. “Are you mated?”She giggles again. I tighten my hold on her and hope she finds that romantic. This kind of information-gathering is not where
My quill flows across the page, writing down every word of the story. Mother’s voice rings in my ears, soft over familiar phrases. When I’m done, I don’t read it over. I’ll just crumple it up if I do. But I scribble one last thing at the end.Even if the tower never falls….Seconds tick away as I st
HollisI’m a moron. Worse than that, I’m insane. That’s what Mother said when she found out I’d stuck my tongue to the frozen pole outside of the kitchen three times in a week and basically skinned the damn thing every time. But every time, I thought it would be like in a story Eva and I read, where
“I want something more active,” I say. “Like you. I want to… I don’t know… make something?”“Easy.” Ingrid claps her hands together. “Have you ever done any fine arts? Drawing, painting, sculpting?”I shake my head. Yet another class Mother thought was filling my head up with nonsense.“Okay. I know
CandaceI’m sitting at the dressing table, fixing my hair for the first time in days, when a bird starts singing right outside my tent. An ash warbler. For the third time since sunset yesterday. I almost smile.When it first happened, I made Ingrid go check. We were way outside of where the warbler
‘Catch me if you can!’ she calls through the mind-link.In wolf form, I can’t give her the necklace if I want to. I stuff her clothes and mine in her sewing bag, then shift and give chase.Escuro flies by. I barely notice it. My attention remains locked on Eva’s bright-red tail disappearing between
HollisMy plan to act like I actually believe Eva is going to be my wife is going great—except for the fact that I basically haven’t slept since I started it because my mark hurts so Goddess-damned bad. That’ll fade. I know it will. Because I do believe Eva’s going to be my wife. It’s what everyone
Outside the tent, someone makes the tiniest whimper I’ve ever heard. My heart squeezes.“They can come in, but no lights.” I sit up. “And don’t ask, please.”Ingrid nods and starts to turn away, but her gaze locks on mine. She’s noticed. Of course. Every muscle in my body tenses.She turns back for
CandaceFor the third morning in a row, I pull my covers over my head as lunch approaches and rub eyes gritty from crying.Well, not exactly the third morning in a row. The very next day, I tried. I got up, made myself beautiful even as Ingrid fluttered around me, saying I didn’t have to go out if I
Not that I’m keeping track. I, in fact, am doing the exact opposite. I’ve been so caught up in her that I’ve been neglecting my responsibilities. Even if she’s not the person I’m going to spend my life with, I still believe in her dream. There’s just no reason for her to lie, or to seem so scared if