MaraOberon does that thing where he makes food disappear out of thin air and sits back while I eat. He helps himself to some of the food, but not as much as I do. He nibbles on little bits here and there, but he's mostly focused on me, making sure that I eat.The honeyed wine is exquisite, and while I drink way too much of it, I don’t feel drunk. Just very, very relaxed. “How long will Johnathan be?” I ask Oberon.I enjoy this place, but I know the fae doesn’t like it when people intrude in their forests for too long. They prefer the solitude and comfort of their own kind. I'm a trespasser on their sacred lands.“A while longer,” Oberon answers. “I thought you and I might talk about some things while we wait. Johnathan made a mistake, sending you to the Lunae. They have no interest in helping you.”“I know. They want to use me. My power.”Oberon nods. “Indeed. You have to understand… Johnathan did not act maliciously. He truly wants to help you.”“He can’t.”“He can. If you would onl
JohnathanA fae festival of any kind is a spectacular event. The food isn’t to my taste, but it’s worth it just to sit back and watch them bask in the glory of their earth goddess - Vesta.She talks to me from time to time, but mostly to tell me what a monumental fuck up I am. Oberon told me that it’s just her manner, but I’m sure he’s lying. She doesn't strike me as the benevolent, kind goddess, the fae make her out to be.Her presense always feels dark and ominous.Vesta made it clear to me that she is not fond of wolves. If the fae lore is to be believed, she protested against the creation of werewolves and vampires because she thought we’d only upset the natural balance. She wasn’t completely wrong, but I think the humans did a much better job of it than wolves ever could. Lycans were created to restore the balance, but then vampires came along and disturbed it again. It’s a never ending cycle of destruction and creation. We never seem to learn our lesson, making the same mistak
JohnathanI indulge Mara for a moment, kissing her like my life depends on it. I pull her in closer, holding her as tight as I can, relishing in the way her hot body washes the cold of the rain away. I curl my fingers around her ass and grind my erection into her belly.I barely noticed it at first. The sheer amount of rain diluted Mara's scent, but Vesta’s appearance triggered my mate's heat. There is a part of me that wants to give in to it. I want to throw her on the ground and take her as violently as I can, knowing that she won't resist at all. Dante is trying his best to push me out of the way. He’s all hormones and instinct right now. He can scent his mate, and he wants to breed.In the same way, Aria is starting to overtake Mara's senses. And my mate is doing nothing to stop her. It’s a sure sign that she is happy to continue down this path. When I feel like I’ll explode, I gently push her away, but hold on to her shoulders, unwilling to break out physical connection. “Do yo
MaraIt feels like something is crawling under my skin. An itch I can’t scratch. Something is coming. It's not just the heat that's setting my nerves alight tonight.I can taste it in the air.Death.**For such gentle people, the fae sure has one hell of a violent fertility goddess. When Johnathan and I mated, the Goddess descended from the heavens to bless us. Her presence was warm and welcoming. I found comfort in her embrace.Vesta’s presence was like getting hit over the head with an aphrodisiac. If Johnathan wasn’t there, I don’t know what I would have done. Probably humped a tree. But it was much more than that. She made me see something I'd never seen before.It was as if I stood outside of my own body, looking at myself and my behaviour. For just a second, I saw myself as Johnathan must have seen me all these weeks. Cold, detached, distant. Then he took my hand, and I crashed back into my body.And all I could think while we ran through the forest was that I’ve hurt him. I
MaraThe alarm slowly comes to life, the off-key wee-wah, wee-wah, echoing across the town growing louder and louder, until I can feel it vibrating in my bones. It's so loud that I have to hold my ears shut, in case the loud alarm burst my eardrums.Felicity grimaces and takes off, quickly disappearing behind the curtain of rain. “Do you think she’ll bring Kahn back?” I ask Johnathan, screaming to make myself heard above the alarms.Johnathan taps his head and switches over to the mind link, though the alarm, fear, and roar of the rain makes it difficult to concentrate. “Yes. She will. She might be angry and hurt, but she’s not stupid.”I nod, and stare at the lights coming ever closer. They definitely belong to big vehicles - trucks or buses or maybe even tanks.Wolves, humans, witches, and other creatures I’ve never seen out and about, start to spill from their homes, joining us in the street. I see Joshua first and run to him. Johnathan makes a grab for me, but when he sees what I
JohnathanMara isn’t entirely wrong. We could, perhaps, get the upper hand if we attack from the side, taking the vehicles out one by one, sowing chaos and capitalising on it.There is a better way though. A slow grin spread across my face.I know what to do. With the help of the vampires attacking from above, our small stash of explosives, a little bit of magic, nature, and whole lot of dumb luck… we may just pull it off.I still want the Omegas out of the way though. Just in case we don’t make it. We are faster than they are, and can disappear into the mountains when it looks like we’re losing.Both of the bickering Alphas made excellent points. Hiding is not going to help, and neither will a head-on attack. So we have be sneaky.I put my thumb and forefinger between my lips and whistle loudly, silencing the ongoing screaming match. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do…”I lay my plan out to the Alphas. I’m barely done talking, when Donovan grabs a handful of warriors and sets off
JohnathanI send a prayer up to all the gods and goddesses who are supposed to be looking after us, asking them to look over us as we attempt the impossible here tonight.The Lunae will go in first, joining their magic to disorientate and scare the enemy. I would never have thought of it, but Rose and Pia told me that it’s what they’re best at. Altering someone’s mind.That will hopefully get most of the soldiers out of their armored vehicles. We will use our rocket launchers to blow up the first, middle, and last vehicle, making it impossible for them to drive back down.I picked out a few wolves that are excellent snipers, they will take out as many people as they can from the ridges. The rain makes it difficult, but not impossible - not for a wolf, at any rate.The vampires will literally rain fire down from above with the petrol bombs. It’s not ideal, but it’s the best we can manage. When that fails, Ilse told me she’ll simply start to drop some boulders on them.I did ask the Lun
MaraI slowly come awake. I'm warm, dry, and comfortable. The last thing I remember was running down that mountain, the rage burning through me like a wildfire.Rain pitter-patters overhead, but the room is light and airy.Confused, I sit up and look around. I’m all alone, in a room that looks very much like a hospital. The bed is slightly inclined, allowing me to sit half upright.I'm in Haven's Crest infirmary.What happened to my my mate? My friends? My pack? Where are they?Panic courses through my veins. I have to get Johnathan. Is he dead?No.I grasp my heart, as if touching my chest will bring my mate closer to me. I’d know if he was dead. I’d feel it.I mind link with Johnathan. He's there, alive, keeping the connection open, but not responding to my endless stream of questions, asking him where is, what happened, who died, who lived...I couldn't stand it. Watching them die. Our warriors. Ilse. The vampires. Even the nymphs. Every time I saw one of them fall, it was lik
MaraI stumble through the mansion, barely seeing anything around me. I have no idea where I'm going or what I'll do when I get there. I just know that I can't stop now. I can't think about what we've done. If I do, I'll never be able to get back up.As soon as the crew cleared out, I killed Finnian. The only ones I would allow to stay were Johnathan and Kahn. I love them. I trust them. It was worse this time because I knew his name. He wasn't just a threat I needed to get rid of. He was a person to me, and he wasn't our enemy. Not really. He didn’t hate us. He had no problem with us. He just wanted to save his child.Shortly afterwards, Oberon showed up and wanted to take my pain away, but I refused. I can’t keep hiding from it. Easing my suffering makes it too easy. Everytime he does that, I feel a little less, and I am sure if he keeps doing it, I will become cold and indifferent. I can’t allow that to happen.At long last, I I turn right into an unkown room, and end up in one of
MaraThey enclosed the brain thing in a glass container that reminds me a lot of an upside down bowl. It’s to contain the toxic gas it’s giving off, but I think it’s harming him. He looks sick. Greyish-white, the pulsating slow and uneven, like he’s gasping for air.He’s well away from the rest of the town, hidden in a vast cave that's not too high up. “We can’t film him like this,” I say and give Johnathan a pleading look. “They will call us cruel.”My mate nods. “Agreed. Everyone stand back. I don't know what that gas will do to you. I’ll release him.”The film crew that came with us disappear from the cave, but Kahn doesn’t budge. The vampire’s eyes are filled with sorrow. “You know… at least we have the decency to treat our blood bags well.”“Yes,” I answer without missing a beat, “but the problem is that you think of them as blood bags, not as humans with feelings.”“We acknowledge their feelings,” Kahn says in a huff, “which is why we don’t lock them up in cages.”“Don’t argue,
JohnathanMara is sitting in her favourite spot on the windowsill, staring out over the wilderness. The storm clouds are gathering again, and I expect another good downpour as soon as tonight.She is upset. Six of the wolves didn’t make it. Even with her present in the temple, and with Oberon’s shield, they still burst into flames immediately.But she is not upset because they died. It’s the way they died that bothers her the most. “Are you okay?” I ask as I adjust the towel around my waist, and run my hand through my wet hair.“They died terribly.”“Probably for a good reason, Mara,” I say. Not that I disagree with her. Watching someone burn to death is horrendous. “We couldn’t trust those wolves. The Goddess allowed everyone else to turn.”She sighs, a heartbreaking sound that tears me to pieces. “I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it though.”“No, it doesn’t. There’s something else we need to talk about.” And she’s not going to be happy. Not at all. I’m not happy about it ei
JohnathanI catch Mara and Donovan just as they leave the forest. They are surrounded by dozens of wolves - the ones I’m starting to think of as the originals - who went to visit with their children.“How did it go?” I ask.As soon as I ask the question, my mate’s eyes are filled with tears. “I almost couldn't say goodby to him. I didn't want to let him go.""I'm sorry, baby," I say gently. "I know it's not ideal.""He asked about you.”A heavy weight of guilt settles where my heart is supposed to be. “What did you tell him?”She pulls one shoulder up her ear. “I told him that you are working very hard to keep the pack safe, but that you will go see him soon.”I feel my own tears trying to push their way up my throat. I swear, I hadn’t been this emotional and teary since I was a child. “He was okay with that?”“Yes, because his daddy is his hero. He is very proud of you, Johnathan.”The love that wells up in my chest is overwhelming, but so is the sorrow and longing to see my child. “
JohnathanI sit with Rose and try to follow her disjointed report. She is speaking for all the Lunae and the whole bunch of them are babbling at once.It takes them a while to settle down and allow Rose to translate.As far as I can tell, each of them explored a different part of Red Ridge, and they are not telling me anything I don’t already know. Experiments, pain, suffering, families torn apart, unbelievable, unbeatable soldiers. Everything Mara already saw in her vision.It was an absolute waste of time and resources to send the Lunae to Red Ridge, but at least I now know that Mara’s visions are scary accurate.Which does not bode at all well for our future.“Last I go see Douglas. He feel Lunae presence,” Rose says.My stomach goes a little cold. “What was he doing?”“I no know. He sent me away. Say we need run. Hide. He no help.”I slowly nod. “Where was he?”“In big white room. Lots of glass… what you call those things?”“Test tubes?”Rose shrug. “Machines I no understand. Bloo
MaraFor once, it’s not raining. The sun shines brightly in the clear, blue sky and birds chirp merrily in the trees.Johnathan is still asleep, wrapped around me like a blanket. I slide out from under him, grab his t-shirt and walk over to the window, throwing it wide open and inhaling the clean, crisp air.The sun might be out, the clouds might be gone, but it’s fucking freezing cold. I feel like it should be snowing, not raining.Running on my tiptoes, I head back to bed and crawl under my mates warm arms. It’s just cozy enough so I won’t freeze to death, but not so hot that I’ll dehydrate.“Morning,” Johnathan says without opening his eyes.I jerk at the sudden sound of his voice. There was no indication that he was waking up. His breathing didn’t change, his heartbeat didn’t speed up - nothing. “I think it’s closer to afternoon,” I reply.“It might be,” he says and finally turns his head to look at me.His eyes are clear and wide awake, but he’s deeply troubled. I can tell that
MaraI pull Johnathan into the shower with me. He follows me inside without any complaint, even allowing me to help him wash. It’s awkward and difficult—he’s so tall that I can’t reach everywhere, but he still lets me do it.I don’t know what his plans are anymore. I don’t know if he changed his mind at all, but I saw him fight for us. I saw him stand up to Thrax, brilliantly weaving a strategy I would never even have considered.I am not sure if he was just acting in the moment, and if still wants to abandon the pack, us, and go his own way. And I will not ask him. Not tonight anyway. He’s carrying a veil of sorrow around that’s so thick I can feel it, and I refuse to let it consume him.He needs to know, has to understand, that I am here for him and that he isn’t the one who always has to keep me standing. He has to know that it goes both ways.Johnathan grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look at him as he shields me from the water with his body. Then he a
JohnathanStaring at Thrax’s disembodied head is quite disconcerting. I hold him up by his hair, looking into his slack-jawed face. His mouth is open in a silent scream, and his eyes keep blinking at me. “How do we keep this thing alive without blood?” I ask Kahn.“A vampire as old as him can go several months, if not years, without blood. He will be fine.”Donovan holds a canvas bag out to me, and I drop the head into it, rubbing my bloody hands on my jeans. Not that it helps much, but it makes me feel better.That was absolutely revolting, and probably one of the worst things I have ever done in my life. “Do not beat yourself up, Warlord,” Oberon tries to comfort me. “He deserved it.”Maybe he did. But it still feels so, so wrong. The floor is slick with blood, we’re all covered in it, and my office smells like death. “I need a shower.” And about twenty bottles of rotgut whiskey to forget this night. I'll take the cheap moonshine the rogues used to distill - it's a hundred perce
JohnathanI wish I could say that drinking Kahn’s blood was one of the more disgusting things I’ve ever done in my life, but that would be a lie. I have had far worse things in my mouth than a little vampire blood over the years.And it did work. Not only did it sober me up, I am wide away, and I feel stronger than usual. No wonder the vampires don't share their blood.When Thrax showed up, Kahn whispered four little words in my ear. “Careful. Don't trust him.”While Thrax went on and on and on, I managed to put up a wall, blocking him, and I could contact Preston, who went straight to work - he found Oberon, he rallied the troops.I am still not sure if I changed my mind about our future. But what I have to worry about now is this new threat. There will be no future if Thrax kills us all. Or worse, hands us over to the humans. I knew the vampires, especially Thrax’s younger children, wouldn’t be able to resist the nymphs. Much like Lycan blood, theirs is considered to be a rare deli