After finishing our food and leaving a hefty tip for Stella, we left the diner in search of something to do. That was how most of our days in this town were spent. You roamed around for hours with boredom glazed eyes only to return home once the sun went down.
Few in this town were wealthy enough to have a pool in their backyard, while people like Aiden and I frequented the tiny lake behind my house. The Alpha and Luna of our tiny pack had the largest house in town, a modern house with tall columns and huge windows. Many years back the Alpha and Luna had a set of twins; Connor and June. Even in this little town, cliques had formed and those who didn’t fit were isolated and looked down on. I had never been one to fit in, and had long stopped trying. Connor and June, now eighteen, had a huge party for their birthday. The only reason they had invited Aiden and I was to make sure we weren’t their mates, and thankfully we weren’t.
Most of the time Aiden and I would head into the thin forest behind my house, letting our wolves have some free time. The forest in this town was thin and small in comparison to the vast wilderness beyond our little territory. The green of the leaves was dull, as though year-round the trees were in a perpetual state of death. Shifting into our wolf form had to be done with care, in case any wandering humans happened to be around. On days where the heat was all-consuming, we would venture to the little lake behind my house. Most years we did what we could to clean out the lake, removing the putrid weeds that collected on top of the water. More often than not, the lake would smell pretty bad but it was better than battling the intense heat.
Today would not be a day for shifting, as the tourist population seemed to double over night. Everyone was traveling for Iridian, meeting up with their families in hopes they would receive a coveted invitation. Our town seemed to be a popular tourist attraction. Each building in town was small, aged from the decades it had stood. Withered boards, fogged windows and creaky porches made up the majority of our little town. Gerald’s antique shop was a favorite of the tourists who stop at our little town, with his little crystal figurines and outdated furniture. The tourists loved his collection of wolf figurines and hand-crafted dream catchers. The entire place smelled of Clorox and mothballs. Thankfully, the tourists were unable to stay for more than a few hours as our little town didn’t have a Motel or Inn.
Our little town had Stella’s Diner, the Drive by Gas Station, Gerald’s Antique Shop, an incredibly small public library, an understaffed Pack Doctor, Bonnie’s Hair Salon and a Food-Mart. Just enough to help us all survive, but not nearly enough to thrive.
Neither Adley or I had a car, not that you needed one in a town this small. After years of working as a mechanic in his Dad’s shop, Aiden was finally gifted a car. As selfish as it sounded, part of me hoped Aiden was my mate so that we could use his car to leave this little town behind. Last year I had managed a job at Gerald’s Antique shop, finally quitting when I had enough of his history lessons about our town. Every penny I had made was kept in a little wooden box under my bed, accompanied by a pin that belonged to my Grandpa.
After roaming in the sweltering sun for more than an hour, Adley and I headed over to my house. A two-minute walk from the center of town, my house stood out like a giant beacon.
Mom had insisted on giving the place a makeover, though she knew nothing of interior design. Our cramped, three-bedroom house stood out like a sunflower in the middle of the block. Mom had painted the withered wooden boards a bright shade of lemon yellow. Thankfully the tilted porch remained white, as I hadn’t a clue what color she would choose next.
The inside of our house was much like the outside. Cracked ceiling and creaky floor boards, making it near impossible to sneak out at night. Mom had painted the walls a rather nice shade of mint green. None of the furniture matched, and was all accumulated throughout our years of living here. If I tried hard enough, I could point out how and where we got each piece of furniture.
The cracked leather couch was from Mr. Fletcher’s yard sale. The arm chair with its gaudy pattern was from Gerald’s Antique Shop, as was the large owl carving that sat on our rickety coffee table. I was tired of looking at the dark stains on the carpet and the wilted trees in our backyard. I was tired of roaming this town aimlessly, practically begging for something to do.
As we walked into the house, we were greeted by the smell of my mom’s key-lime pie. Stella had been begging her for years for that recipe, and every time my Mom would decline. Mom loved to bake a number of pastries and pies, but her passion was history. She worked at the little library in town, with its horrible selection of books. I had stopped by one afternoon to bring her some lunch and cringed as I explored the Fantasy section. Around fifty books sat in that section of the library, each older than me.
“Sweetheart? Come try this pie.” Mom yelled out from our little kitchen, her mess of red hair peeking around the door frame. “I need a taste tester before I hand this off to Stella.”
“You’re going to make her mad again, Mom.” I shook my head, giving Adley a look that said ‘help me’. “You know she’s just going to ask for your recipe again.”
Our kitchen was horrendously small, much like the rest of our house. The refrigerator and oven were running on their last legs, giving Mom hell anytime she tried to cook. Cracked and stained tile flooring lined the kitchen, but Mom never seemed to mind.
Mom pulled her key-lime pie from the fridge, grinning proudly as she lined the edges with dollops of thick whip cream. Adley licked her lips gleefully, making me scoff and roll my eyes. After a decade of eating her key-lime pie, I was ready for something new.
“Oh, let me have my fun.” Mom chuckled, scooping out a piece of pie and setting it on a flimsy paper plate. Adley nearly jumped for joy when my Mom handed the plate off to her.
Mom gathered her flaming hair and bound it tightly in a pony tail. She had always looked beautiful with her hair back, her angular face and spattering of cinnamon freckles stood out. I looked much like my Mom, set with the crimson hair and a healthy splash of freckles. While Mom had high cheekbones and rich hazel eyes, I had gotten my face and eyes from my Dad. A baby-face, as my parents liked to call it. The only consolation was my mossy green eyes, set with a ring of gold around the edges. It seemed my little brother Brayden hadn’t gotten a thing from my Mom, taking after my Dad with his dark hair and emerald eyes.
“You’re never going to give her that recipe, are you?” I shook my head, Stella’s angry face coming to mind. Not a single person in town dares to cross Stella--except for my Mom. The two of them were in some kind of baking war, determined to out bake the other. Mom would often bake pastries and bring them to Stella’s diner, infuriating her relentlessly. Stella would sell Mom’s pastries to her customers, using them as the judge. I suppose it was their personal form of entertainment in a town this small and boring.
“When she finally admits my cherry pie is better, I’ll consider.” Mom shrugged, a dazzlingly sly smile appearing on her face.
“She did win the pie contest last year.” I shrugged, a smile forming on my face as I hit Mom’s weak spot.
“You’re cruel, Rachel.” Mom scoffed; strands of her flaming hair fluttered to her face as she shook her head. “I’ll have you know, she only won once. That damn Food-Mart only had gala apples. What was I supposed to do? But, don’t you worry. This year, I’m taking home that ribbon.”
“I’m sure you are.” I snickered, flashing her an innocent smile as she waved a spatula my way.
“If you’re going to be so negative, go take your brother to Gerald’s.” Mom huffed, a smile taking form on her full lips.
“Gerald’s?” I snorted, “What the hell does he want from Gerald’s?”
“He likes looking at the wolf figurines.” Mom shrugged, chuckling at the irony. “I gave him some money to get one.”
A few years after moving to this little town, my brother was born. As a typical ten-year-old boy, Zack got into trouble as often as I did. While Mom would force away her laughter to scold us, Dad’s sense of humor wasn’t nearly as developed.
“Zack!” Mom yelled down the hall, “Rachel and Adley are going to walk you to Gerald’s!”
As though it were the best day of his life, Zack ran around the corner and down the hall. His dark hair was a mess on his head, and was nearly impossible to tame. Skidding to a stop, Zack grinned up at Adley and I. Ever since Zack met Adley, he had a little child-like crush on her. With her brilliant blonde hair and sparkling eyes, most of the guys in town favored Adley. Any time she came over, Zack would leap at the chance to talk to her.
“Hi Adley.” Zack grinned, his emerald eyes sparkling as he took in my friend.
“You ready to go?” I questioned, pulling Zack’s attention away from an amused Adley.
“Yup!” Zack smiled, “I’m gonna get me a wolf! It’s going to look just like me when I shift.”
“You don’t know what your wolf looks like yet.” I shook my head, “And go put some shoes on. You said you were ready.”
I followed Zack into his bedroom, knowing he’d move slowly without a little motivation. Once he put his shoes on, the three of us left the house. Sweating through your clothes was a rite of passage in this town, and after so many years the heat no longer affected me. The blistering sun beat down on the pavement, waves of heat radiating from the streets. It was no wonder we had such little trees in this town. How could anything thrive with disabling heat and little water?
On days like today where the sun was high in the sky, made me realize how much dirt was truly in our little town. Dead patches of grass lingered in pitiful clumps, but the majority of the ground consisted of dry tightly packed dirt. Most of the houses in this town were ancient, standing on their last legs but somehow managing to scrape by. Wealthier families could afford to have their houses remodeled, pristine shingles lined the roof, and their front porches glistened invitingly. The center of town was normally bustling. Small families with screaming children meandered from store to store, finally stopping by our little gas station and continuing on their way. Connor and June’s regular friend group was absent from the streets, meaning they were either at Stella’s Diner or swimming in their lu
As I had year after year; my eyes fluttered open, tracing the large crack in the ceiling. I could have sworn it grew over the years, but I long ago stopped caring. On especially boring days, I would lay in bed and make patterns out of the popcorn ceiling. From the thin layer of sweat coating my body, I knew today would be miserably humid. Our little window air conditioner only did so much against the blistering sun.The scent of sweet syrupy pancakes filled my nose, awakening my stomach. Mom had long ago stopped letting my Dad cook. Over ten batches of burnt bacon later, she had learned her lesson
After the initial shock of my early birthday present wore off, Aiden insisted he teach me how to drive. As my Mom and Dad had no need for a car, neither had the chance to teach me. I had been begging them all year to take me to our neighboring city four hours away, to finally get my permit. I hadn’t a clue about driving, but couldn’t imagine a better teacher than Aiden.With Adley clutching the passenger headrest in the back seat, Aiden slid into the passenger. We drove around the barren field by his house for hours. A field that had once been sprawling with emerald grass and sun-kisse
After countless conversations with my parents about my plans, you’d think I’d finally learn my lesson. Each and every time they dismissed what I wanted, as though I’d come to my senses eventually. Neither of them actually accepted the fact that I was truly leaving.They both expected me to stay and dedicate my life to taking care of my brother. The moment I graduated high school; Mom insisted I enroll at the community college two towns over. I avoided that conversation at all costs. I wanted so much more than staying in this town and doing online college. I wasn’t sure why she wanted me to go to c
Adley and I left the library only to head to Stella’s Diner once the heat became too unbearable. Stella’s had an abundance of milkshakes, coveted on days like today. The short walk from the Library to Stella’s Diner had the two of us coated in a thick layer of sweat. My damp hair had dried quickly as we walked in the humidity, and now clung to the back of my neck.“Y
Disappointment continued to bubble within me as I scanned the room looking for Aiden. His trip with his Dad was taking longer than anticipated, and I refused to stay at this party longer than necessary. I promised myself I’d wait another half hour then make my escape. I would just have to meet up with Aiden this afternoon, alone, as he suggested.As Adley wandered over to one of the tables, Leo approached me. His face was friendly, and for a moment I allowed myself to relax. Irritation blossomed within me as I watched his eyes flicker over to Adley, lingering on her exposed legs for a few seconds
As a child, I remember the excitement each year as twenty people gathered for Iridian. Parades would be thrown, people dressed in costumes depicting magical creatures that had once roamed our earth. Countless celebrations would be held as families gathered together and hoped for an invitation of their own. I had loved watching the parades on our old television, had loved the glittering costumes of the dancers that pranced down the streets. The celebrations continued until a victor emerged, gloating of the adventure and wonder that is Iridian.What the television didn’t talk about
A rough knock sounded on the front door, taking Mom’s attention off of me. She brushed past me with a disappointed sigh, walking from the kitchen into the living room. The floor creaked under her feet as she padded over to the front door.“You’ll thank us for this someday, Rachel.” Dad frowned, and though I could see the concern burning in his eyes, it did nothing to stifle the anger running through me.
I stumbled over my words, forcing them into the space between us where they hovered like a noxious gas. “What—what do you mean? I killed Nadia…I don’t—” The Moon Goddess cut my rambling short by placing the palm of her hand against my cheek. It was something my mom had done whenever I was upset as a child, and somehow the Moon Goddess’s touch held that same level of comfort. She smiled sadly, but it was an expression of pure love and understanding. “Do not punish yourself, daughter. What was left of Nadia’s essence has returned home and rejoined that of her wolf, but her death does not mean Evil is gone from the world. Us celestial beings aren’t allowed to meet our creations, but this situation…it is unique. I’m afraid I cannot tell you much, but there is one who can.” Jumping at the chance to get some answers, to preserve the peace Dain and the warriors fought so hard for, I asked, “Who? Who can?” “It is time to awaken, daughter. It’s in the world of the living where you’ll find
All I could do was stand there and gape at him. Honesty shone in his eyes like newborn stars, but all it did was leave me confused. I replayed the last twenty-four hours in my head, searching for the moment where I’d won the game between us.When I came up empty handed, I stammered, “I did?”Dain nodded, staring down at me with hooded eyes. “You did.”“How? When?”“As for how, that’s the part where I cheated, I’m afraid. I didn’t admit out loud what I felt for you, but I felt it nonetheless.” He admitted, a sheepish tilt to his lips. “I realized I loved you the moment those doors opened, and you appeared at the top of the steps. I’m not sure I’ll ever forget the way you looked in that gown, which I’ll have to thank Adley for when she returns. You could’ve been an assassin here to put a dagger in my heart and I would’ve gladly let you.”There was an explosion of butterflies in my chest, their wings beating so frantically that the sound of my heartbeat was drowned out.Leaning into Dain
Epilogue – Part OneIn every book, in every movie where a great battle is fought and won, they never show what happens after.I’m not talking about the following weeks or months, but hours and days. I’m talking about when the dust has yet to settle and the ghosts of the dead still linger in the walls, when every gust of wind or insignificant sound sends you freefalling through time. When every shadow bares the face of someone you know—or worse, someone you killed. When all that’s left is this numbing sense of disbelief that tries to trick you into thinking this new reality isn’t real—that it’s all some pitiful hope conjured up by a dying, fear-riddled mind.According to Dain, it’s a time to mourn what was lost while holding those we love near, a chance to silence the ghosts that haunt us by thinking of the future we’d create. When I asked this question, my mate wasn’t the only one with an opinion. In Apollo’s not so humble words, it’s a time to get absolutely plastered and to celebrat
The elongated claws tipped with old blood were hers. I couldn’t forget the sight of her gnarled fingers, which had once been slender and elegant, even if I tried.With a loud smack, she flattened her palm against the stone floor. A second arm shot out of the water, followed by another wet smack.‘That puddle’s not nearly big enough for what she’s trying to do…’ Rayna pointed out, her voice just as sickly as I knew my own would be.Both of Nadia’s arms were bent at odd angles as they rose from the water, but that was the least disturbing thing I witnessed as this day began to quickly unfold. Next to appear were her eyes, the whites much too large to be considered normal, followed by the jagged slash that was her smile. In the memories I’d seen, her smile had been coy and playful, with the same softness as a flower’s petals. This one was of malice and envy, both deeply disturbing and in dire need of some chapstick.Her shoulders rose from the water at the same time but were bent awkward
It took everything within me not to flinch at the sound of her voice and how close it truly was to my ear. Only when I felt her icy talons meet my skin did I act.‘It’s showtime.’ Rayna murmured, lending me all of her strength as I willed the floor to crumble beneath my feet.Together, my wolf and I fell.Since I was prepared for the impact, it was easy to call on my magic to lessen the blow. Warm air rushed beneath my gown and outstretched arms, acting as a safety net that slowed my fall and kept me from toppling over. It wasn’t the graceful landing I’d been trying for since Nadia was doing something to block our magic, but it kept me from breaking both my ankles on the way down.I didn’t wait for the dust to settle. The moment I felt solid stone beneath my feet, I took off running.Nadia’s snarl was one of surprise and outrage, strong enough that it made the castle tremble. I didn’t repress my grin or the laughter I spewed into the air, knowing both would entice her to follow—to con
Nadia launched herself at me, and as she did so, her hair and dress billowed out at her sides. The movement was slow and lazy, almost like she was submerged in water and not hovering a solid three feet in the air. Even though her form was translucent, and she seemed to be neither here nor there, I had a sickening feeling she could still do significant damage if I let her reach me.Instinct took over, and for once in my life, it wasn’t telling me to run.I launched the orb in my hand like it were a baseball, and watched as it spiraled through the air, a small halo of light surrounding it. When it hit its mark, square in the center of Nadia’s face, I silently thanked Aidan for teaching me all those years ago. I had hated every second of his baseball phase, but he’d been so passionate about becoming a professional athlete and whisking us away that I couldn’t resist helping him practice. After a dozen scraped knees, a handful of bruises, and one broken arm, we both called it quits.The in
For the longest time all I could hear was the sound of stone grinding against stone.There was a painful burn in my lungs, but I didn’t dare exhale. Instead, I held my breath and watched as the corridors around me shifted. Walls slid left and right, forming new pathways that hadn’t existed before. Many changed angles, creating sharp turns that you couldn’t see coming until it was too late.Some of the windows began to close, melting away as though they’d never been there, while others grew larger. The ones that grew in size turned into arched doorways narrow enough for but one person to slip through.While the castle itself wasn’t a sentient being, every brick and inch of tiled floor was alive with Dain’s magic. I could feel it’s alluring touch within everything I altered and couldn’t help but smile at how eager it was to please me. Even the paintings responded to my call, changing forms until each one was exactly the same.The brash strokes of oil paint shimmered as they changed colo
“My sisters, are they safe?” Aidan asked, his voice low.Even with a side view of his face, I could see the way it twisted into a concerned grimace. With eyebrows knitted tightly together and jaw clenched, he pivoted his head from left to right, peering down each corridor as we crept through another intersection. The sword he clutched in his hand, it’s metal an impenetrable black that shimmered with blood, was raised and ready for use.“Is anyone truly safe?” I asked, eyeing one of the windows warily. It would be all too easy for Nadia or one of her monsters to slip through now that the hallways were conjoined. “They’re hidden away. The fight won’t reach them.”His shoulders slumped as much as they could with the defensive stance he held, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips.“Thank the Goddess. Even though I’d see them when I got back, I’m not sure I’d be able to handle it if they were dead.”He didn’t have to explain why, not when the answer hovered in the space between us.There w
Selfishly, I tried to call on Helios, to summon him to my side like I’d been told I could. It was what he would’ve wanted, it was why we completed the bond in the first place. The issue was that no one told me how to do it.There was a sense of awareness that settled over me, followed by a wave of understanding that told me Helios was very much alive. He was feeling it too, a subtle tug that let him know I was still here. I concentrated on my golden-haired warrior harder, imagining him as a sword sheathed at my side, ready to be used at moment’s notice.I felt that tug turn into a harsh pull, but there was no smile of victory on my face, because the milky-eyed creature at the end of the hall let out a blood-curdling wail and charged.I’d never been afraid of horror movies, not with their make-shift gore and fake blood. The knowledge that the creepy monster on the television screen wasn’t actually real was enough to smother any fear I might’ve felt. As I scrambled to get away from the