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 too long. I didn’t blame Adley for all of the attention she received, as most of the time I felt sorry for her. It was normal for people to want what they couldn’t have, as most of the unmated males had floundered for Adley’s attention at one point or another.
‘I take back what I said.’ I murmured to Rayna. ‘Being mated to Leo would be a nightmare.’
‘I think being mated to any of these males would be a nightmare.’ Rayna grunted.
“Hey, Rachel.” Leo offered me a small smile, holding his hand out as the rest of the unmated males had. “Happy Birthday!”
“Thanks.” I smiled, taking his hand and suppressing the sigh of relief at the absence of sparks.
Leo didn’t bother trying to hide the relief that echoed across his face, nor the lingering glances he sent Adley’s way. I wanted to convulse into laughter, as Adley held little interest in men. She had refused countless advances from the men in town and yet none had considered the thought that she might not prefer their company.
‘Narrow minded townies.’ Rayna snorted. ’Are we truly that unattractive?′
“Could you do me a favor?” Leo smiled sheepishly, brushing back his sandy blonde hair with a wave of his hand. “I’ll be forever in your debt.”
“A favor?” I asked, my eyebrow cocking at the boldness in his tone. If his favor had anything to do with Adley, I might truly laugh at the poor guy.
“I know you’re close to Adley. Is there any way you could put a good word in for me?” Leo asked, a sheepish grin on his face. “She’s absolutely stunning—not that you aren’t, but I’ve wanted to get to know her since she moved into town.”
“Leo.” I sighed, wondering if I should tell him the truth. Adley had never been secretive about her preferences, but I wasn’t sure if she wanted me spreading the information around. “She’s not going to be interested, trust me.”
Leo’s eyes narrowed, and I knew I had made a mistake. The friendly expression on his face vanished in an instant, contorting into a suspicious grimace.
“How do you know she won’t be interested?” Leo asked, his tone sour. “It sounds like you’re jealous of the new girl.”
“Jealous? As if.” Adley snorted, taking a sip of wine with an amused smile. The sour look on Leo’s face vanished, replaced by what he thought was a charming smile. “Have you looked at Rachel? Sweetheart, she has nothing to be jealous of. Beauty comes in many forms.”
“I’m sorry, I just thought-”
“She is right though. I’m not interested.” Adley shrugged, “If any of you relentless males had the balls to ask, I’d tell you I’m not into men.”
“You’re not into men?” Leo scoffed, as if the idea were completely foreign.
“It’s not a new concept, Liam.” Adley snorted, “Although, I’m starting to realize I’m not missing out on much.”
“My name is Leo.” He spat; his narrowed eyes locked on Adley. Adley was unflinching under Leo’s glare, unfazed at the narrow-minded thinking in this town. “How are you going to reproduce if your mate is another, she-wolf?”
A hot spike of anger embedded itself in my spine, heating my insides with liquid fire. I had hoped this town would leave behind it’s old-fashioned way of thinking. Adley’s romantic preferences were her business. Yet, the hatred rolling off Leo was purely the result of being rejected by Adley. How could his tiny mind comprehend that she might prefer a woman over him?
“Life isn’t all about reproduction, Luke.” Adley shrugged.
Rayna’s strength coursed through me, her thoughts agreeing with my own. As Leo opened his mouth to speak, my clenched fist snapped forward, connecting with the soft cartilage of his nose. A sickening crunch sounded, followed by Leo’s painful groan. Scarlet blood coated his nose and upper lip, while his eyes looked down at me in surprise.
“Whatever you were going to say, keep it to yourself.” I snapped, looping my arm through Adley’s to pull her away.
From behind, I could hear the few chaperones rushing over to Leo. I wanted to roll my eyes at their dramatics. His nose would heal within the hour, though it would heal crooked if it wasn’t set right.
“Your Mother will hear about this, young lady!” An older woman’s voice spat from behind me. I didn’t recognize her voice, but from her tone, I would have assumed her name was Karen.
Without looking back at the crowd of people, Adley and I strolled through the front doors. We were instantly greeted by the blinding sun and thick humidity, but I continued walking from the Community Center.
“I don’t say this enough, but you’re amazing.” Adley cackled, draping her arm over my shoulders. An earsplitting grin formed on her face, her seafoam eyes twinkling. “Did you see his face?”
“You’re right, you don’t say it enough.” I snickered, returning Adley’s grin with one of my own.
“You’re going to be in so much trouble, Rachel.” Adley chuckled, shaking her head as we continued walking down the sidewalk.
“Oh, no doubt.” I nodded, “It was still worth it.”
“I feel sorry for whatever she-wolf is paired with that fine specimen of man.” Adley snorted, “Can they really blame me for being attracted to females?”
“They can try, but I don’t blame you at all.” I laughed, “Especially with the options in this town.”
Adley walked me to my house, but had to leave as she got a phone call from her parents. We made plans to hang out tomorrow if I wasn’t grounded for the rest of my life. My phone rang as I stepped onto our withered porch. Aiden’s name flashed across the screen, making my heart leap.
“Where have you been?” I groaned, leaning against the house. “The party was a nightmare.”
“Give me a chance to make it up to you?” Aiden chuckled, making it hard for me to remain angry.
“Depends.” I shrugged, “What did you have in mind?”
“Meet me out front of the Antique shop tonight.” Aiden suggested, his tone laced with amusement.
“Alright.” I sighed, unable to resist. Even though I found his meeting place strange, I couldn’t miss the chance to see Aiden and finally discover if he was my mate.
“I’ll see you tonight, Ray.” Aiden replied, and I could practically see the smirk forming on his face. “Happy Birthday.”
I knew the news of me hitting Leo would travel fast. As soon as I walked into the house, I was greeted by my irate Mom. Her face matched the color of her flaming hair, her eyes narrowed as she pointed a finger at me. Dad sat silently at the kitchen table; his eyes hard as he looked my way. Dad was the one to chew me out for my antics, but when Mom was made, that was a problem. Mom was more carefree than Dad, and was extremely hard to anger.
“Can we not trust you to go anywhere by yourself, Rachel?” Mom grimaced; her words hard. “You punched a boy in the face. Really?”
“He’s a werewolf, Mom.” I rolled my eyes, unable to conceal the sarcasm in my words. “His nose is probably already healed.”
“That’s not the point, and you know it.” Mom growled, but I refused to back down. I had roamed this town countless times, usually managing to stay out of trouble. “Luna Maria set this entire party up for you to find your mate. Does that mean nothing to you?”
“You want to know the truth? No, it doesn’t.” I snapped, my own temper flaring. “Did you see the party they had for Connor and June? Do you know how much money they spent setting everything up? How can they blow money like that when their people are living in run down shacks?”
“That’s what this is about?” Mom scoffed, “They didn’t spend enough money on your party?”
Rayna snarled in my mind, yet I managed to rein my anger in. They only seemed to hear half of what I was saying, as they made their own assumptions. Nothing I said or did would convince them of the truth, that this pack was the last place we needed to be. We were better off living on our own than staying in a pack where the Luna and Alpha refused to help its people.
“It was never about the stupid party.” I sighed, wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead. “It’s about the state of this house, of this town. With half of the money the Luna and Alpha have, most of the people in town could live in better houses. This place is falling apart, Mom. That is why I want to leave this place. What kind of pack doesn’t take care of its own people?”
I turned on my heel and headed up the stairs, unable to stand another moment in their presence. I knew neither of them would listen to me, that neither of them would understand. I wanted so much more than what this town had to offer, but like most of this town, they were stuck in their own ways. I would never thrive here; I would never blossom and reach my full potential. Like a flame, this town would smother me.
“You are grounded, Rachel.” Mom growled as I retreated to my bedroom, “Don’t even think about leaving!”
I closed my door and leaned against the frame, fighting the anger fueled tears that pricked the backs of my eyes. I could feel Rayna coil around my head, soothing my frayed nerves. Rayna had always been quick to tell me when I was wrong, but this time she said nothing. Her silent agreement was enough motivation to move me forward. As I trudged towards my bed, something lying across my pillow caught my eye. The sun reflected off of it, scattering rainbow shimmers along the wall.
My eyes scanned the thick sheet of paper with visible unease. My jaw dropped as something clicked within me, realization crossing my eyes. The paper felt heavy in my hands. My fingers curled and uncurled around it as my eyes scanned the thick script that seemed etched into the paper.
An invitation to Iridian sat in my hands, addressed to me.
To,
Rachel Tress
You have been invited to this year’s Iridian, a game designed to trick the mind and ensnare the senses. Adventure, mystery, and deceit lie in the palm of your hands. Desire alone will not be enough to win this game, as the odds are placed against you. This year’s prize is one of a kind, fashioned from the magic of the games. Only one will know victory, while nineteen of you will know defeat.
This year, the rules have changed. Something dear to your heart has slipped from your grasp, pulled into the game, awaiting your victory. Be warned, to find what was lost, you risk losing yourself in the process.
From,
The Game Master
“No.” The word escaped my lips in a panicked hiss as I tossed the letter to the floor. I scrambled over to my closet, digging through the contents like a mad woman. Rayna’s voice filled my head, but I couldn’t make out her words in the midst of my horror. I darted from the closet to the aged bookshelf in my room, tearing through the contents and watching as they clattered to the floor. I tore the covers from my bed in my search, tossed my pillow across my room.
The box Grandma Kent had given me was gone, along with it all the photos that filled me with hope and wonder.
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.
My Mom's warning stuck with me as we drove down the road. I contemplated asking the man when the game actually begin, but I doubted he would give me a straight answer. Those who returned from Iridian were unable to speak about the details of the game, but I heard the rules and setting changed every year.'Must be a lot of work to change your entire pack every year.' Rayna mused, 'If they change the rules and setting, why are they so secretive about the game itself?''Maybe, they're trying to hide the fact that they don't have Magic. After all, Grandpa Kent said Magic left us a long time ago.' I shrugged.'Maintaining a healthy skepticism, I see.' Rayna chuckled, 'Grandpa Kent also said, the only place that still has Magic is the Iridescence Pack.''Maybe they don't want people finding out how some of the contestants vanish, or how some are driven mad.' I grimaced, feeling the food I had eaten at my birthday party swirl within
After Apollo's vanishing act, I wasted little time stepping onto the train. The sliding doors opened with a quiet hiss, revealing a guy just a few years older than myself. The guy was nothing like Apollo, with his flamboyant suit and shimmering hair. This boy looked quite normal, and was sporting what looked to be a waiter's uniform. His lips turned up with a polite smile, and I visibly jumped as the doors behind me closed. "Welcome, Rachel. I am sure you have questions, but unfortunately, I am not the one to ask. This entire compartment belongs to you and four other female contestants. Food and drink are provided, as are sleeping quarters for your time here. We will arrive at the Iridescent Pack in four days. This train also houses the other contestants, male's included, though you will not have access to them. Do enjoy your stay."Without another word, the guy gestured to his right. The scent of food wafted in the air, much different than wha
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That night we tried a decanter of scarlet liquid, thin in viscosity with little chunks of what looked like fruit inside. As I inhaled the scent pouring from the decanter, I noted strawberries, cherries, and other fruits I had no name for.I looked over the symbols carved onto the bottom of each decanter. Some were small stars with five points, the ones I was warned about, others had large eight-pointed stars, while one decanter in particular had a crescent moon. I couldn't help but wonder what effects the decanter with a crescent moon held. The liquid in was midnight black, but was ripe with hues of indigo and purple, with little silver flecks dancing around. The bottom of this particular decanter had an eight-pointed star.Helena had been true to her word, bringing the scarlet liquid to her lips, her eyes bright with anxiety and bravery. For a moment, Helena looked around confused, until her gaze landed on Camille and I. Her eyes widened; her l
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Gentle wind whipped around me in waves, lashing against my bare skin with its cool caress. Where the wind chilled me, the sun provided warmth. Plump clouds hung in the sky, round like cotton though none dared to drift in front of the sun.I looked down at the outfit I wore, running my fingers over the thin yet sinfully soft material. A white shirt, and lavender pants. The events of the last few days rushed over me, the wind growing colder against my skin as I realized this was all a dream, a production of the magic infused liquid I had drank.I had gotten my invitation to Iridian, and was on my way to the Iridescence Pack. Helena and Camille flitted through my mind like a distant memory, though I know I had seen them merely hours ago. I remembered the midnight liquid in the decanter, the crescent moon etched onto the bottom. I remembered the explosion of flavor, both foreign and familiar, as the liquid touched my lips. I remembered falling into bed, m