QuinnI stared at Troy, trying my best not to let my mouth droop open in surprise. “So…Xander wants to kill me because I may or may not do something in the future?”“Yeah,” my mate answered and shovelled scrambled eggs into his mouth.How in the hell could he be so calm about it? “And my grandmother wanted to kill me because Xander told her so?”“He threatened her sons’ lives, but basically, yes.” He bit into some bacon and took a sip of coffee.We had been going 'round and 'round with this conversation all morning. I was surprised Troy hadn't told me to shut up about it yet.“You just let my grandfather go? He’s wandering around the mansion right now?”Troy nodded. “He’s a sick old man, he is no threat to us…and he was honest.”“How could you tell? You were surrounded by silver.”Troy folded his arms in front of him and rested them on the table. “I don’t need my powers to know when someone’s being truthful. I’m over three-hundred-years old. I can read a person’s body language, their
QuinnThe vision came on suddenly.One moment, I was still walking through the orchard with Ida, talking to her about her possible mate, laughing along with her when she daydreamed out loud about what it would be like to finally meet him.The next I wasn’t there anymore.It was as if someone picked me up and plonked me down in a brand new world. A world I had never seen before. A world that should not have existed.**I walked down the street to the shelter where I spent so many of my nights in the past, but Haverton was a barren wasteland. The buildings were in ruin. Forlorn, bombed out, burned out, husks. The great city was no more and it was difficult to take it all in, to accept it.Grey-white ash dimmed the sun's bright light, and floated down from the sky like snow, quickly covering me in a thick blanket of soot and burned up fat.There were almost no living souls left. Blackened corpses, both human and wolf, littered the sidewalk. The street was like molten lava, still red-hot
Troy Jonas Smart was not happy when I returned from the bathroom where I hid so I could mind link with Quinn. “I’m sorry. We need to cut this meeting short. My wife needs me for something at home.” Our meeting was in Jonas’s filthy strip club. It was so dirty that I was too afraid to touch anything in case I caught some rare, untreatable, extinct disease. I couldn’t even bring myself to sit down on one of the sticky barstools. “You know, I’m married too," Jonas said. "I don’t allow my wife to lead me around by the short and curlies like you do.” I raised my eyebrows and stared him right in the eyes until he backed down and lowered his gaze. I could never understand humans and their shallow feelings for their spouses. Wolves mated for life, humans didn’t, and my Lycan nature refused to accept that. I did not see the allure of a life where you didn’t commit fully to your mate. A life where you kept waiting for someone or something better to come along, and leaving a partner that was
Troy I listened quietly while Morella told me about the future, about how Quinn was going to break our bond and go to my father. “Why would she do that?” Morella shook her head. “The Fates do not reveal a person’s heart to me, only their actions.” “Okay,” I crossed my arms over my chest. “What do I do to her that causes her to break the bond?” “You leave her.” “I would never. I-” Morella held up a hand to silence me. “You may or you may not. It all depends on you.” Sometimes, the witch could be really irritating with her riddles and refusal to reveal the whole truth to me. “Tell me what happens.” “I cannot tell you that.” “Why not?” I roared. “Tell me, so I can be prepared!” “I cannot tell you that which I do not know.” “Fuck!” I cursed. It wasn’t the witch that was being deliberately obtuse - it was the fucking fates themselves. “Okay, fine. You told Quinn to gather the she-wolves didn’t you?” “Yes. A she-wolf finds strength with her own kind.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said,
Quinn I explained to the women what Morella had showed me, how she told me that I’d break my bond with Troy and go to his father instead. All but Missus Lowry and Ida doubted Morella’s prophecy. “That means you can never leave,” the old housekeeper said. "You have to stay even if it hurts." "Yes," Giuliana agreed. "That is why we're here right? To keep you standing." “It's not that simple...I won't be the one who leaves. Troy is the one who leaves,” I explained. “At least...I think so. Morella was a little cryptic.” “I don't think the prince will leave,” Nell said. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” “Well,” Olivia chipped in, and gently squeezed my arm. “If he does leave, we’ll be here to make sure you don’t…go over a cliff and break your bond.” I glanced at Missus Lowry. “The end is not near,” I said to her, knowing she knew what I meant. It could mean she wouldn’t see the end of this war in her lifetime. “I think it won’t come for years yet.” “If you follow the path of break
Quinn “I don’t want you to make that promise to me,” I said to my Troy. “I have to,” he replied. “It’s the only way I’ll stay. I’ll force myself to stay because I keep my word. I think it’s my only redeeming quality.” “Shut up,” I said. “It’s not.” A dubious smile quivered around his lips. Troy let me go and got up to sit next to me. “You said Sebastian was afraid of you?” I nodded and put my head on Troy’s shoulder. He stiffened as if he suddenly didn’t like to feel me against him, then relaxed and rested his cheek on my crown. “At least that explains why he went…goes after you. If he thinks you can cast such a powerful spell before you’ve even matured, he’ll be under the impression that you’ll go feral the moment your powers manifest fully.” “Do I go feral?” “No,” he said. “It did…it will overcome you the first night, but from what I’ve seen, you keep your sanity.” I snorted loudly. “Can’t be.” “Why not?” “No sane person goes to Fionn Bailey out of their own free will.” “Y
Quinn"Where are we going?" I asked Troy."You'll see," he said mysteriously. "Dinner first though."By the time we were done with our supper the sun was already setting.I expected that we'd go to some kind of club or bar in Haverton, but Troy kept driving until we reached a town that was almost a hundred miles away. I knew this place, but not the name of the town. I passed through it on my way to Haverton. It was big enough to stay anonymous, but not so big that one could disappear.“There are almost no wolves here,” Troy declared.“Oh. Right,” I mumbled.My heart thrummed out a steady rhythm against my ribs. I was alight with excitement and nerves as Troy pulled into a half full parking lot outside a nightclub. "It's a fetish club," he declared, "but we are not going inside."Cars came and went, the headlights illuminating the inside of our vehicle as they drove past. “Get in the back seat,” Troy ordered.I climbed through the gap between the two front seats, but Troy got out and w
Troy Ever since Morella’s visit the previous day, I felt a little crack in my bond with Quinn. It wasn't too big yet, but it scared me. It would get worse if I did not attempt to heal the wound. I had some hope that we could mend the crack by being intimate – not just physically, but mentally – and indulging in what I considered a taboo fantasy helped with that a bit, but it was not enough. I didn't know if Quinn felt it, but I did. It was driving me insane. Like an itch I couldn't scratch. The itch woke me several times during the night, and every time it happened, I woke my mate up just so we could have sex or to talk to her while we cuddled. Yet, while I felt that little crack trying to heal throughout the night, it was back and bigger than ever when I woke the next morning. Ignoring my throbbing bladder, I went straight for the walk-in, eager to look at the painting while Quinn was still asleep; I needed to know if our promises and vows to each other changed anything. My hea
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TroyI lifted Quinn into the warm tub, soaped up a flannel, and gently started to wash her. She was frozen down to the bone, and for the first time since it all started, she complained about being cold. “I killed the witch?” she asked for the hundredth time.“Yes.”“And Sebastian is okay?”“Yes.” I checked on him before I came to bed.My brother was exhausted, mentally, emotionally, and physically he was shattered, but he was alive. That was the only thing that mattered to me now.“I reached out to your aunt’s witch, Gretchen,” I said. “Do you know her?”“No.”“Well, she’ll be here in a few days. She’ll teach you how to develop and control your powers.”Quinn pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. She looked small, vulnerable, like the little rabbit I brought home with me almost six months ago. “Now it’s over,” she said.“I think so.”“We can live our lives?”God I hoped so.I groaned and dropped the flannel in the water. I leaned over to kiss my mate. Her lips were like
Troy As I expected, the winter was exceptionally cold, and towards the end of the year, the whole city came to a grinding halt. Businesses couldn’t open, school doors remained shut, water pipes froze over and burst all over the country, reports came in thick and fast about the poor and homeless dying by the dozen.It was absolute mayhem.On the day of Quinn’s birthday, we had the worst snowstorm in recorded history. Doom prophets talked about the end of the world, and newscasters predicted our catastrophic end if we didn’t stop carbon emissions right away.They didn’t know what we knew. They didn’t know that it was a half-Goddess woman’s powers manifesting. Quinn didn’t know she was doing it, but I felt her magic. She called on nature, begged it to help her so she wouldn’t have to kill Sebastian, and the snow was their answer.I did not want to burden her with the knowledge that she caused the severe weather. It was pointless and wouldn't change a damn thing. My brother was already h
QuinnBlack blood oozed out of the kings’ necks and flowed over their sons’ hands, down their chests, and into the earth. The ground bubbled and boiled like a tar pit and stinking steam rose up in the air. The kings were so corrupted, that nature itself tried to reject their blood.Sparks exploded behind my eyes and a sharp pain shot through my own neck. I gasped and gagged, trying to breath past the unknown thing stuck in my throat, and instinctively reached up to feel for a wound, but Ida and Nell, dear sweet Nell that was always so gentle and shy, held my arms down. “Don’t,” Nell hissed. “It is not real.”The woods started to float in and out of existence, and a loud drone like millions of buzzing flies filled every space in my head. Something tore my soul from my chest, and the real world simply ceased to exist.I looked out over a vast wasteland. There was nothing here but parched, cracked earth as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the skeleton of a lone tree tried to ca
QuinnI looked around the place that used to be our campground. The sigh was one straight out of a horror movie. Corpses and torn tents lay scattered across the clearing, giving it a desolate, post-apocalyptic feel.At some point, Salome took control and I shifted. I blacked out and when I came back, Troy was standing over me, commanding me to shift.His commands didn’t work on me, but they worked on Salome. She couldn’t resist an order from Troy. “What happened?” I asked, completely confused.“Look,” Troy said and held out his hand to help me up.A body lay next to me on the ground. A she-wolf with her throat torn out. “Did I do that?”“Yes,” he said. “She was a fully-trained warrior, and you…you fought bravely and you won, but she did almost kill you.”I looked down at my blood-soaked. I was a little achy, but I didn't feel injured or near death. “I'm okay.”“I healed you as much as I could, and the shift fixed the rest.”“I don’t remember any of it.”“I know.”I was suddenly very a
TroyQuinn and I ran for the campgrounds. We had to tie up the other princes and their mates to make it appear as if I held them prisoner. As we rushed up the path, I mind liked with Casper to tell him what was going on. “Find the princes. Get the chains ready.”The chains we prepared for them wasn’t pure silver. They contained just enough of the precious metal to fool the Lycans for a moment, but not so much that it would weaken the princes to such a degree that they couldn’t break free when the time came.“Gag my father,” I reminded the guard.Morella did not give us much time to prepare. Thirty minutes. That was how long it would take her to break Eleanor’s spell, and that was all the time she gave us.We broke through the treeline just in time to see my warriors wrap the chains around the princes wrists and ankles. Casper grinned maniacally as he shoved a ball gag into my father’s mouth and wrapped a cloth dipped in liquid silver over it to keep it in place.“You like this a littl
Troy“Does this change anything?” Joel asked.After the Lycans submitted, I summoned the princes to the lake so we could talk about what had happened. I did not expect them bend the knee to me – it was too much to ask, yet they did it, the least I could do in return was stay true to them.“Not as far as I can see,” Gadrial said and lazily plucked a dead leaf hanging right in front of his face.God, he could be an insufferable blowhole sometimes, but he was not wrong. “Gadrial is right. It changes nothing.”Joel did not look convinced. “If she is attracting wolves who naturally want to submit to both of you...I don’t....Why must we have to kill our fathers?”“Because if we don’t, they’ll kill her,” Eduard said. “Eventually, they’ll find a way, and we’ll be right back where we started.”“I don’t expect you to kill for my mate,” I said.“That’s just it, isn’t it?” Gadrial replied, his voice bitter with resentment. “We are all bound to her, as we are to her fucking mother.”“She’s your mo
QuinnUnlike the last few weeks, the warriors didn’t head off into the woods to train. For the first time since we arrived, everyone gathered around the fires to enjoy the day together before the full moon forced us into the woods to shift.I looked up at the muted moon hanging in the clear blue sky. With each passing month, I could feel the moon’s effects more intensely. The closer I came to my twenty-first birthday, the stronger it became. It was like the ocean's tide rose inside me, and I was terrified of what would happen when the wave broke upon the shore.The moon was almost like a living being to me. I could feel her pulsating heart, and hear her sigh as she moved along her way.I cocked my head at the blue-white globe, fully expecting her to start speaking at any moment, and was completely unaware that the group sharing our fire stopped eating to watch me.It wasn’t until I tore my eyes from the moon that I noticed all of them had put their plates down and folded their hands i
Quinn It was so cold that my tears froze on my face. Troy shuddered as gusts of wind whipped through the trees, but he did not let me go. He had to be uncomfortable, sitting naked on the icy rock, but he simply held on to me while I tried my best to stop crying. If Fionn was no longer in the painting, it had to mean that the princes would win. They would kill their fathers and these wolves that I loved so much would finally know peace. Perhaps, Sebastian would change his mind too, and then Troy could live the life he wanted. I didn’t know if the life as a gang leader was any more peaceful than life as a Lycan king, but it had to be if that was what my mate dreamed of these days. The war did not affect me, not yet, but I could see what it did to those around me. They talked about the end of the war non-stop, about their dreams for a peaceful future, and what they’d do when it was all over. Nell was especially vulnerable, and she often cried about lost brothers and sisters, or worri