“Luna Scarlett?”…….“Luna Scarlett?”I jolt as someone touches my hand and the sounds of the party filter in again. It’s like I've been snapped out of a trance and I blink repeatedly, trying to gain some semblance of coordination but failing.The owner of the female voice taps me again and this time I finally look at her. Tria’s face is scrunched in slight confusion as she asks, “Is everything okay, Luna? You seem…. Dazed.”I jerk my head disorientedly. I AM dazed. But I put a smile on my face all the same and sigh good naturedly, “It’s just a bit of general fatigue, maybe it’s the baby.”Tria nods and moves to sit beside me on the free couch. I moved upstairs after speaking with Oxana. The lower floor seemed too crowded for me, and we already cordoned some rooms to be casual relaxation centers. This one is slightly occupied, but not too much. Not so much that anyone is paying any attention to me.“Are you feeling overwhelmed, Luna Scarlett?”I nod slowly because I am. There’s a cer
“Come here.”Hunter’s voice is hard and insistent and the words are a full-on command, not a request.I direct my eyes to the man still shrouded in the darkness of the hallway, but one look at him has something in my head screaming.I avert my eyes, blinking to get the burning sensation away, and instead, I watch the look on Hunter’s face turn from one of bored resentment to livid annoyance.He repeats his order, his tone firmer, his jaw tighter, his eyes blazing with power as the command goes through the air, “I said, COME HERE.”A grunt of pain rings out, and the sound of someone struggling to breathe floats into my ears.I keep my eyes on the floor, holding my breath and listening instead as the footsteps get closer and closer to us, and only when he stops do I look up.The mark warms on my back and the energy I felt earlier seems to become lesser as I look at him now.The moon’s light bathes a hooded figure in soft ambiance. The cloak he wears is a deep purple, the color of Hunte
“Hey, hey, look at me.It’s okay, okay?You're going to be okay.”~~~~~~~“I want to go back.Where’s my mum? Don’t touch me!”I feel my eyes snap open to the sight of the silver-haired man moving backwards, hands in the air, mask still on.He nods and his voice is raspy when he speaks, “See, I'm not touching you.I won’t until you let me, because you have to let me. I need to find out what’s wrong with you first before I can fix it, and to do that, you need to let me touch you. Is that okay, kid?”Axios.His presence cements itself in my mind immediately like a statue and my head snaps in his direction.Fear grips me for a quick second because he’s not standing on anything. He’s floating in mid-air, yet when I look down I'm doing the same.I look around and each way I face, it’s the same thing I see. A wide amount of space, bordered by a wall of dazzling pure white.Up, down, Left,right, it’s all the same.“I want to go back…. I don't want to be here.”The fear in Axios’s voice h
I open my eyes to the strangest sight.There’s a smell in the air, and the night is still. Something’s wrong and I can tell it.A scream snaps my head in its direction.My hands fly to my mouth when I see what’s happening.Roman’s eyes are glowing again, but instead of their normal icy blue, they’re glowing the color I've only seen them glow once.A malevolent red.Elara is suspended in mid-air and I can see the tremors racking her body. She grunts, the sound indisputably borne of pain, and Roman gazes at her with a relaxed expression and his hand tucked into his pocket.His voice is dark when he asks, “What did you two do to her?”Hunter’s voice invades my senses as he bursts out in a roar and lunges at Roman. My tongue flies into my throat at Hunter’s speed and the sight of his claws sends a thrill of fear into my heart.He’s in the half-wolf form and he’s on a direct route to Roman, yet Roman doesn’t move the slightest bit. He stays right where he is, and at the last moment, at the
Roman’s pov.Scarlett comes to find me later and from the look on her face, I can tell she’s wondering about it too.I sigh when she comes to me and sits in my lap. She places her head on my chest and we sit in silence. A silence that chokes me, but not in the way that kills.My words come out in a low confused rumble, “I’m… not a monster Scarlett. I’d never hurt you.”I can feel confusion muddling up my thoughts and my wife raises her head to stare at me.I look into brown eyes and I feel emotions filter through the mate bond.I feel her love for me.I feel it warm and bright.She doesn’t need to say anything, yet I already know she does not see me as a monster.“You don’t see yourself as a monster too, Roman. You’re not a monster.”She smiles at me and my heart quivers in the way only she can make it quiver. Feeling emotions has never been my strength, but with Scarlett, it comes naturally.The pride and coldness of my Alpha status roll off me in the presence of this woman and I sta
“Luna Scarlett.”I whip my head around to see who’s called my name and a smiling face with a bright smile greets me.She’s young, and standing a bit awkwardly. I catch a reflection of myself in her eyes and I can see why she would be standing that way now. The look on my face is grim, if not slightly pissed.I plaster a light smile on it and cock an eyebrow up in question. The female nods and adjusts the glasses perched on her nose before looking at me again, all traces of flustered shyness gone, her voice is soft yet steady as she begins,“I was going to bother you for a bit.”I nod as I respond cordially,“You can.”I can feel her next set of words halt just at the tip of her tongue when she hears my response and I chuckle at her look as I add, “But only just for a bit. I actually have something I want to find here.”A slow smile lights up her face and she nods, preening lightly, “Well, I was going to say congratulations, on the Moon Jubilee. It was spectacular, and there’s really
“It has been seven days and seven nights my daughter has been trapped in the throes of a vision, Your Majesty.We are descendants of a humble house, distant cousins to you, your Kingship, and we own the lands that form the estate of the Ragnar household.My daughter, Brielle, has manifested a gift lately.It’s strange she should manifest one in her seventeenth year, just a few days short from meeting her mate and finding her wolf, so I'm writing this letter, first and foremost, to ask for the aid of a healer from the Royal household, to help me drag her out of the vision.To pique your majesty’s interest further, here is the first of Brielle’s prophecies, a light muttering I was able to catch as I held her in my arms, and shed tears for fear that she would be forever trapped in this land where she cannot live.Her prophecy goes thus,“In the fifth year of Alpha Ever, son of Alpha Brax and Alpha of the Evernight pack, a woman shall arise.She will manifest a gift in her sixteenth year.
Priam is waiting in the parking lot by the time I get there and there’s a worried look on his face.His brows are creased, the lines of his face sport a frown, and even though I wear a confused look on my face, the expression on his face doesn’t fall and neither does it falter.He sounds gruff when he speaks, “Welcome.”I nod almost warily and stare at him from the corner of my vision, confused. My voice betrays my current emotions as I respond,“Thank you. I got your text.”Priam nods and moves from the hood of his car to the door. He opens it, picks something up, and walks back to me.He doesn’t hand it over as I expect him to, instead, he turns his head to look at me with that frown still on his face.To say I'm flustered would be an understatement. I glare at him and ask questioningly, “What?”Priam doesn’t assuage my fears as he gives a scoff and neither does he relent in staring at me like that. My impatience peaks a lot quicker than I’d have expected it and when I speak to him