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
The file Priam hands me contains a photocopied version of what is a very old page of a very old book. I frown lightly as I ask,“Did you even try to enhance this image?”Priam gives me the manly version of what I'll assume is a stink eye and I roll my eyes as I look away while he drives.Reginald should be able to help me enhance this so I nod to myself and tuck it away.Priam’s voice floats into my ears slowly, “Do I need to lay more emphasis on the precaution that you read it alone?”I frown as he pulls up to the nearest street to the Ironclaw packhouse and my response is saucy as I get down, “Y’know, for a councilor, you really don’t know how to treat those under your jurisdiction.”Priam’s response is a huff as she stares straight ahead, “You’re not under my jurisdiction Mrs Ironclaw, and please Scarlett… consider it, please.”My heart twists as the onslaught of emotions comes because I can hear the need in Priam’s voice.He really wants me to meet his second chance.I don’t know
“There’s… There’s no way Roman.There’s no way. You’re not a monster.”I can hear the tone of my voice and I can tell that I sound like I simply do not want to believe something that I know is true. I hate myself for it because it can’t be true!How can I even think like that?“Scarlet, look at me.”My head rises to meet Roman’s gaze, but I can already feel the tremors of the aura he’s soon to unleash.I can feel it old and ancient, right in my heart, and down to my bones.Roman’s eyes are still the icy blue I've come to know and love, but as I keep on looking, I see a red spark lightly behind them.It’s just so subtly that it’s obvious it’s there, yet not so prominent that it stays and unleashes the full force of his ability.My question leaves my lips almost silent but loud in the wondering that’s plagued me ever since I learned about this, “Why didn’t you tell me?”I see a look enter Roman’s eyes. A look I have never seen there before and it melts all my skepticism about him away.
Reginald is busy tapping away on the keyboard of a computer when I find him. His head snaps up almost immediately when I come in and his hands stop moving.He gets up and offers a low bow, “Luna Scarlett.”I nod while cringing inwardly at the whole bowing thing. “There’s really no need to bow. A normal, good morning or just a normal greeting should suffice.”If Reginald thinks anything of that, he doesn’t show it. He simply nods and looks around awkwardly. I look around too and a wave of light nostalgia hits me. This used to be my room. Our room, just me and Maya.“Did I do anything wrong?”The wary warble of Reginald’s voice makes me turn my full attention back to him and I frown, looking at him quizzically, “Why would you ask that? Did I do anything to make you think that?”He shakes his head slowly but I can tell there’s something else up with his mood.It’s clear as day on his face, and though he tries to assume a neutral facade, I can see something’s wrong.Asking about it shou