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
Johnathan Mara wipes her tears away and gives me a stern look. “Stop feeling sorry for me.” Surprised, I just look at her, scrambling for something to say. “I’m not-” “Then you’re feeling sorry for yourself… but whatever it is, stop it.” Dumbfounded, I just keep staring at her. “You are an Alpha. A Lycan king. Did you expect this job to be easy?” “No.” “What life did you envision?” she asks and pushes away, her eyes piercing straight through me. I actually haven’t given it that much thought. Whatever it was, it was simpler than what we have now. “A house, a few kids, our pack-” “And what else?” I roll my eyes at her. “That’s not enough?” “Sure, but difficult as it may be... I think this is a worthwhile life. If I stayed with Lucas, he would have beaten me to death. If some other Alpha bought me, he would have bred me to death. Or, I would have married an Omega, sweet and kind -we would have had a boring uncomplicated life… until the humans came to kill us. “At least with yo
Johnathan“Felicity is gone,” Kahn declares one bright, spring morning as he strolls into my office to give me his daily report.I drop my phone and look up at the vampire. I'm not particularly shocked, nothing can shock me anymore, but I'm still surprised. “What?”He nods. “We released her weeks ago, told her what Thrax did, how he fucked her up mentally… last night, she told us that she failed us, broke everyone’s blood bonds and just… left.”The vampire looks devastated. I think he loved Felicity more than he led on - or perhaps even more than he knew.Mara looks up from the laptop. We’ve been going out of our way to track and monitor the humans’ sympathies. Large movements against supernatural persecution are starting to form, and everyone’s jumping on their favourite new bandwagon.We’re trying to figure out how to capitalise on the outrage while the wheel is in full motion.More and more supernaturals are revealing themselves, going on the news and internet to tell their stories
MaraEli is wholly unimpressive. He’s shorter than most Gammas, greying around his temples, and his bushy salt and pepper beard makes him look like a caricature villain from a cartoon. He looks much older than his forty years. His body is soft, and his blue eyes watery. Yet, he still carries himself as if he has the authority of an Alpha - and I think he believes deep down to his being, that he is an Alpha. I can see it in the arrogant way he looks at Johnathan, and how he regards the rest of us. As if we’re beneath him.Even if I didn’t know what he had done to Johnathan and the Misty Mountains pack, I wouldn’t like him. He has a thoroughly disagreeable aura, and his energy is nothing short of toxic. The atmosphere is thick and heavy. We all want to run as far away as we can from this man. He's trouble. Nothing less, nothing more.My biggest concern is for Johnathan though. The moment he heard that Eli was here, I could see the little boy he once was. Terrified, lonely, and almost
MaraJohnathan insisted on taking Eli into the temple by himself while we waited outside for them to return. They have been gone for longer than an hour, and I can’t tell who is more concerned - me, Donovan, or Kahn. Given how time moves inside the temple, they should have been out by now. It only takes a few minutes for the Goddess to accept or reject a wolf.The vampire glances up at the sun. “They’ve probably been in there a week,” he observes. "In temple time."I don’t know what to do. A big part of me wants to go inside and check on them, but a much bigger, louder voice, keeps warning me to stay out of it, that I have to let Johnathan take care of this one his way and by himself.“Maybe we should just head on back to the pack house,” Donovan says. “Check in with Preston. Make sure he’s still alive.”“Preston is fine,” Kahn mutters and kneels at the entrance. “I swear, if Johnathan’s not out in ten minutes, I’m going in.”Exactly nine minutes later, as if he heard Kahn, my mate a
JohnathanMara lies tightly curled against me, fighting hard not to fall asleep. Kahn told me what she said to Eli after we left the temple, and it blew me away, just confirming that I made the right decision. Having her father here with her, will give her some peace.Sending my weakling brother and a flip-flopping vampire like Thrax to Red Ridge as a Lycan was an extremely risky move, but I can’t go and Mara with her abilities should definitely never be captured.Putting Thrax back together was horrific. We could hear his body joining, flesh squelching, sinews creaking, then the sudden whoosh of blood starting to circulate. The vampire inhaled deeply and screamed as he sat up, nearly shattering our eardrums.“Oh, shut up, you drama queen,” Kahn said and knelt in front of him with a bottle of fresh blood. “Has no one ever cut off your head before?”“No, as a matter of fact, that has never happened,” Thrax said in a breezy, pained voice.“Fun isn’t it?” Kahn asked and held the bottle to
JohnathanBefore I can interrogate Kahn any further, he’s gone again. “Fucking vampire,” I mutter to myself, but I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.“Well, if it makes you feel any better, it looks like I’ll be very busy today,” Donovan says dryly.“Hm,” I grunt. “Where the hell did he get one of those soldier things?”“At Red Ridge?”“Kahn hasn’t left Haven’s Crest for months.”“Are you sure?”I nod. “Quite.”It takes Kahn an inordinate amount to return, but such is the nature of this beast. I’ve come to learn that the kind of warfare I chose, comes in flurries of activity, and long periods of quiet unease that could drive a person up the wall with madness. I keep reminding myself that we are playing a long game and we have to be patient, but we are wolves. We’re not made for this kind of fight. We like a more hands-on approach.Kahn reappears just over an hour later, accompanied by a willing super soldier. On the outside, he looks like an impressive human, almost
MaraJohnathan shows up at the hospital just as I start to leave. After twelve hours in labour, Haley finally had her baby, a strong, healthy boy. It has been a long day, and all I want to do is go home, take a long shower, and crawl into bed.“Hey Johnathan,” says as he gets out of his car. “How did it go?”“As good as it can go with these things, I guess. Healthy four kilogram baby.”Johnathan whistles through his teeth. “Big boy.”I nod and yawn, wiping sweat from my brow. The days are growing increasingly hot and muggy. “She named him Nelson.”“Interesting choice.”“It was her father’s name.”“Ah,” my mate grunts. “Both are doing well?”“Yes. Tell you what, though… I was completely wrong. I’m never having any babies.”Johnathan chuckles. “Yes. Seeing it in person is not as magical as it is on television. But, truly Mara, there is nothing like holding your baby for the first time. It’s like… your heart is beating outside your body and inside that kid.” His eyes grow misty. "And watc
And that is all she wrote folks.My dearest readers, I'd like to thank you for coming on this ride with me. Thank you for sticking around, for your thoughtful comments, and support. I may not always reply to every comment, but I do my best to read them all and I appreciate every one of you.Johnathan and Mara are two of the most complex characters I've ever written, and I hope I did their story justice. I always say that I'm not an author - I'm just the dumb ass writing up the incident report. The person chosen to tell their story. And that was very much the case here. I'm not in charge of a story, the people in my head are.My next book will be available soon, and I promise it will not be another saga like this one.I love you guys. Thank you for making my twisted heart sing.Until we meet again,Celice.
MaraI stand on the platform next to Johnathan. For once, I'm wearing a proper dress, fit for the occasion. Before us, is a sea of reporters, cameras flash, microphones are pointed at us like guns, quiet voices ripple through the air.Behind us is the ruin that was once our town. Johnathan insisted that we have the press conference here, and he made sure to invite reporters and podcasters of his own choosing. He really doesn’t trust the humans and their peace deal. The last two weeks had been brutal. We kept finding fresh bodies all over the place. All of them had been recently killed. Children torn apart, mothers with their babies still in their arms. Each dead child hurt me as deeply as if they were my own, and I finally understood the prophecy. It was never my own children who died. I begged the Goddess to spare my child because we had lost so many before the humans came back to take the town.Johnathan sent warriors into the forest to look for the culprits. They found a dozen su
MaraJohnathan is filthy and smells of death, but I don’t care. I roll into his arms and cuddle tightly against him. It’s all I can do. I can barely move as it is. I feel as if a bulldozer ran over me, and left me on the streets to bleed to death.I can't process it. All that blood, the pain, the suffering, the death. I even feel sorry for the human soldiers who had to endure that brutal battle. I lie against my mate, his arm protectively around me, and I cry. My heart has been torn to pieces. They took almost everything from us - and those who are truly responsible, the ones who sent their soldiers here to die - will never be punished for it. They will never feel the loss. They get to go on with their lives as if nothing happened.“King?” someone asks, her voice coming from far, far away. I hear her, but I can’t place her. My mind is a buzzing mess, unable to hold on to any thoughts.“What is it, Ingrid?” Johnathan asks, his voice muffled.“I, uhm, we found your mother.”“And?”“I-
JohnathanBefore the dust even settles, someone sticks a camera in my face. Not one of mine - a human. “Mister Banks, can you tell us what sparked this conflict?”Absolute fucking vultures. I’m still on my knees, naked as the day I was born, staring at my trembling, bloody hands, and they want a fucking statement from me?I look up and straight into the camera. “We didn’t start this,” I snarl. “You did. Look at it. Look at the mess you’ve made. We never bothered anyone, all we ever wanted was a chance to live our lives in peace.“They killed the fae king today. Are you aware? Did you see him die?” My voice is cold, bitter.The reporters are quiet, giving me room to speak, to contradict myself, so they can spin this in their favour. I know how they operate by now.“Do you know what the fae did for you? They never killed you, they never bothered you or harmed you. All they ever did was comfort those who were hurt, healed the sick, eased the suffering of the dying. And you killed them. F
Johnathan“I’m sorry,” I say to Kahn after our hurried meeting.Mara and Talitha already left with Oberon to bring the town’s children to the fae forest. The Omegas and humans who can’t, or won’t, fight are heading off into the woods to hide in the caves.“I’ve waited hundreds of years,” the vampire comments dryly. “Another month won’t kill me.”“You might die tonight.”He just shrugs. “Unlikely, but if I do… I hope Frans dies with me so we can be together in the afterlife.”That is such a cold way of looking at it, but I guess it’s pragmatic under the circumstances. I don’t mind dying tonight, but I don’t want Mara to die. The only reason I’m still fighting is for her and Gregory. It’s as good a reason as any other. A man who doesn’t have a reason to fight is a useless soldier. He’ll give up as soon as things get too difficult.“Why are you even fighting?” I ask Kahn. “If you’d rather be dead?”“I don’t want to die,” he answers calmly. “I just wouldn’t mind if I do. I’m really fuckin
JohnathanWhile the rest of the town is becoming complacent, going on with their lives as if nothing is wrong, I’ve been working, never relaxing, never letting my guard down.It's not over, not even by a long shot. I keep my soldiers fit, healthy and battle ready. We have accumulated a staggering amount of weapons and heavy artillery, all of it hidden from view. Oberon assures me that the humans’ satellites can’t penetrate our magical veil, but I’m sceptical. No magic is infallible, just as the humans aren’t infallible, and those fuckers are industrious. I wouldn’t be surprised if they develop some kind of technology that can ‘see’ through our protections.It only took us two years, but we finally found a crack in the human allies’ armour. The brilliant people I appointed over that time managed to find backdoors into the humans’ computer system and started intercepting their encrypted communications.I have no idea how they’re doing it, and I decided not to ask. There are some things
MaraJohnathan makes a plate of food for my father and hands it to him. To my surprise, my dad sits as far away from us as possible. "I know how much I stink," he announces. "I don't want to spoil anyone's appetite."With my father seettled for now, I can finally ask Kahn the question I've been burning utter since the trio showed up here, “How did you kill Thrax?”“They were hiding in a cave. He was in the death sleep. So old, and he still couldn't resist it. I just dragged him out into the sun, and poof. Dead in seconds. It was kind of disappointing really. I wanted fireworks. Anyway... we stuck around just to make sure he didn’t come back after sunrise.”“Good,” my mate says. “So it’s all sorted?”“Yeah, looks like it,” Kahn says.I look at Eli who is still chowing down. It's as if he can't stuff the food into his mouth quickly enough. "What happened at Red Ridge?"The vampire looks at Eli who doesn't utter a word, he just grunts and moans as he keeps chewing. It's my father who answ
Mara“What if we’re wrong? I ask. “What if he’s been playing us all this time?”It’s the first time since the incident with his mother that I feel I can talk to Johnathan about my concerns. He had so much to deal with, his heart was so heavy, that I did not really want to pile on. But if Eli has my father then I can’t postpone it anymore.“You saw him in your vision. Rick was torturing him. They don't usually torture people who cooperate.”“Yes, but there’s… a ripple effect, isn’t there? When we change the future, we don’t just change the outcome, we change other things too. It’s almost as if- the whole world bends around the new future we’ve created.”“The butterfly effect,” my mate says with a little smile. “One small action can affect the larger system.”A puff of air explodes from my lips. I’m relieved that he understands. “Exactly.”“Okay.” He smiles at me. “If he is on his way here, then it means we’ve altered the course of our destiny, correct?”I nod.“Then we’ll just have to
JohnathanThe inside of my skull explodes with hot rage so intense that I see the world through a thick haze of red. I am aware that I am on my feet, snarling and growling at the vampire. Dante surges, ready to rip Kahn’s throat out. I’m only vaguely aware of the others’ presence. “You had no right,” I grit past my teeth. “You took my vengeance from me. It was over!”“Can you excuse us?” Kahn asks the others.“No, they can not. Who the hell do you think you are?” I curl my hands into fist, aware that I won’t be able to hang on to Dante much longer.Kahn would probably survive if I tear him to shreds, but I wonder if he’ll survive being eaten.I blink, and the vampire is on top of me, his hands curled around my neck. I fall backward, missing the edge of the chair by an inch.“You have no clarity anymore,” Kahn says, and lets me go.Enraged I get to my feet, ready to pull him apart like a fly. I look around at the empty dining room, and my anger simply fizzles. “When did everyone leave