Landon’s POVThe wind whispers through the towering trees as I stand at the bottom of the cliff, staring at the swaying branches of trees. Liam, my wolf asks, "Are you here because you cannot bear to be near Liliana?"I cross my arms across my chest and exhale. All my life, I have been told how responsible I am, how powerful, how diligent I am in ruling my pack. And in my immense humility—what a laugh—I had always lowered my eyes and shook my head, while at the same time thinking that I must, in fact, be quite extraordinary. I excelled in my studies. I worked hard. I helped my father expand the territory of the Southlands. I helped everyone and anyone who needed help.That is the crux of the matter right there. I performed these good works, but I did so mainly to reinforce my image. This does not mean I am completely evil—it only means that I am only a mere werewolf.My reaction in the wake of Liliana’s heat made it all to clear just how imperfect I am. Had Evander and Kaden not b
Evander’s POVIn the stillness of my room, I find myself perched by the window sill, lost in contemplation. The serenity is abruptly broken by a resonant roar that slices through the night, jolting me from my quiet reverie.Kaden.My instincts kick in, and I run towards the door.I throw the door open and the night air floods in. The corridor unfolds before me, shadows dancing in the dim light, and within the shadows, a figure races across the corridor.Odd.Why would a maid, clad in nothing but a hastily draped bath towel run around in middle of the night?Instinct propels me to pursue her but I don't. I look back to where she had emerged from and my lips turn into a thin line. Kaden’s room. Just what on earth has my cousin been up to?‘Fucking the maid maybe? Better than jerking yourself off in the bathroom you know,’ Eden, my wolf quips.I sigh. Why did Eden have to remind me of Liliana?And speaking of the devil…From down the corridor, I hear Liliana's door creak open. My heart q
Liliana’s POVThe sharp pain cuts through me like a blade. The Sorceress stands before me, her manner arrogant and her eyes glowing with an unsettled hunger. She does not need to say a word; I can feel evil surrounding her, corrupting the very air that I breathe in.She pauses above me with a ferocious grin, and then extends her hands. Threads, like tendrils of shadow, materialize around me and my body cramps involuntarily, as if I am suddenly drowning in dry ice.She begins to pull the threads, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. It hurts, it hurts so much.I try to scream, but my voice catches in my throat, not even a sound can escape my lips.The threads start to turn red.Blood red.Her grin widens and I realize that these are not threads of fabric – they are threads of my blood.Slowly, I feel my life force being drawn out, as if my veins are unravelling. It is a violation of the very essence that courses through me. The threads extend from my body to her outstretched h
Liliana’s POVKaden usually wears a perpetual scowl on his face and I remember teasing him a lot about it back when we were still on good terms.‘Stop scowling,” I would say and he would scowl even more saying that he did so only because something did not sit right with him.And tonight, I welcome his scowl. Tonight , the scowl on his face tells me he is wary. Tonight, that scowl tells me that maybe, just maybe I can be saved."Why are you in Venice's chamber, and who are these two?" he questions Venice who wears my face.Venice, who now claims my voice like a stolen mask, steps forward. "Kaden, this is Venice's mother, Venus. She's been unwell, and I brought her here to rest." Her explanation is delivered with practiced ease forcing me to question how long they have had this plan out.She gestures toward me, the brown wolf, and continues in my voice, "Venice shifted back into her wolf form, she stated something about preferring to stay like this. She's a bit embarrassed after what ha
Kaden’s POV We walk in silence; Landon, Evander and I.And every once in a while, I see Evander looking over his shoulder at Liliana before exchanging glances with Landon and I.Something about Liliana is off. But for the life of me, I do not know what. Is it the bounce in her step? Because she has never walked like that. Or is it the smile on her face? Because she sure likes to frown a lot.“Is something wrong?” Liliana asks when Evander turns his head to look at her for the tenth time. She smiles as she speaks, yet there is a coldness in her eyes.Evander replies, “Nothing, we were just worried about you, we must have overreacted.”For some reason, his remark amuses her. “That’s very sweet of you Evander,” she says, running her hands through her hair, another trait I have not noticed before.I am about to raise my concerns when I hear footsteps coming from the corner. Hurried footsteps.“My Lord!”I turn over to see Beta Marcus. He rushes toward us with urgency etched on his face
Kaden’s POVThe door to Liliana’s room is wide open. Someone, probably one of the maids had lit a solitary white candle and set it in a brass holder in a chair beside the entrance.I step in and the door creaks shut before me. The teardrop of yellow light burns bright without flickering in the calm air, casting a warm glow across the room.But where is Liliana?I look around, feeling confused yet reassured. What am I doing here again? Suddenly, I cannot remember. I know I should remember this as easily as I can remember my name but there seems to be a fog swirling in my mind, just like the swirl of smoke rising from the candle.I walk around the room. Where is Liliana?I have to find her, I have to ask her…something. But what?I sit down on the bed in the middle of the room and hold my head between my hands. The mattress sinks under my weight. My head, it does not seem to be working properly.I think back to the maid’s chamber and I remember something about a comb. There was something
Kaden’s POV“What about my eyes, Kaden?” Liliana asks. She continues stroking me down there, making me want to do all kinds of things with her.“Nothing…I don’t remember what I wanted to say.”Her robe pools to the ground, revealing her in all her naked glory and my eyes trail down her face, her neck, her –Wait.“There’s a mark on your shoulder.” My eyes narrow. I may not remember many things right now, but one thing is for sure, I did not mark her.Liliana laughs, her voice throaty.“Why, your cousins marked me Kaden. Don’t you remember? But you haven’t and tonight, it will be your turn.”Her words weave around me, clouding my judgment. The boundaries of reality blur as I teeter on the precipice between surrender and scepticism.My mind struggles to untangle the threads of truth from the web of illusion. Each sultry glance and whispered word pulls me deeper.She steps even closer, puts both arms around my neck and leans in for a kiss. But my eyes keep going back to the mark on her s
Landon’s POVSometime before Kaden’s entrapmentI walk toward the exit of Kaden’s study, intending to go after him. The concerning thoughts for Liliana and the unsettling revelation unfolding in Venice's chamber ring in my ears. Something is wrong, very wrong.With three short strides, I reach the door but before I can reach for the doorknob, Evander intervenes, his hand outstretched to stop me.His grip is firm. He tilts his head slightly, a silent query etched on his face. Our eyes lock, a silent exchange laden with unspoken questions."Where do you think you're going?" Evander asks.I take a deep breath. "I need to go back to the cave. I think we missed something there." The words escape in a rush. My gaze remains fixed on Evander, seeking understanding in the depths of his eyes.“The cave?”“Yes, the one where Liliana met the Sorceress.”Evander frowns a little before his expression shifts, registering a blend of understanding and shared worry. He nods in acknowledgment, releasing