EricI stared in shock as Rowena leaped over the barrier and practically sprinted across the gymnasium, her steps sure and steady and utterly unhindered despite the ankle injury that had previously required her to use crutches.How was she walking like that all of a sudden?The gymnasium fell silent as Rowena tended t
RowenaThe gymnasium erupted with cheers and applause as the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, signaling the start of the cheerleading ceremony. My gaze instinctively drifted towards Eric, standing tall and proud amongst the victorious warriors from our camp.A pang of sadness tugged at my heart as I realized that, according to the rules of the competition, he would soon be allowed to select one of the winning cheerleaders to accompany him on a date to an upcoming dance.It was only natural, I supposed—he was our camp’s top warrior after all, and had proven his prowess by securing victory in the final team round.Still, the thought of Eric going on a date with one of the overly made-up, giggly cheerleaders left a bitter taste in my mouth. What did I expect, though? He was a skilled, desirable warrior in the prime of his life.Of course the cheerleaders would be fawning all over him.Just picturing the cheerleaders being with him made my gut twist. I quickly looked away, my c
RowenaThe cheer competition finally came to its climax as Heather’s squad executed a flawless final routine, the petite blonde sailing through the air in a series of dizzying twists and turns before being caught by her teammates in a perfect cradle catch. The crowd roared with excitement, and I found myself slowly clapping along, torn between my obligation to show support for our camp and the nagging distaste I felt towards Heather herself.As the cheers died down, the announcer’s voice boomed through the loudspeaker once again. “What an incredible display from both camps! But as you all know, only one squad can claim victory. The judges have made their decision…”He paused for dramatic effect, clearly relishing the tension in the air. I rolled my eyes—the pageantry of it all was so ridiculous.Still, I couldn’t deny the tiniest swell of pride I felt as he finally announced, “...And the winner is Camp Laurel!”Our side of the bleachers exploded into thunderous applause and victorious
EricI felt Rowena stiffen beside me as Heather sauntered up to me, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step—like a snake preparing to strike. I knew what was coming, and a knot of dread twisted in my gut.“Eric,” she purred, running a perfectly manicured fingernail along my bicep, “I I would be honored if you would accompany me to the Victory Dance.”I stole a momentarily glance over at Rowena, and her pained expression seared itself into my mind. I swallowed hard. “Heather, I…”“Yes…?” She arched a perfect eyebrow up at me expectantly.Squaring my shoulders, I steeled my resolve. “I’m going to have to decline your invitation.”Heather blinked at me for a moment before letting out a high, tinkling laugh. “Oh Eric, you’re such a tease.” She batted her eyelashes coquettishly. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have a night you’ll never forget. It’ll be just like old times.”“You misunderstand me,” I said flatly. “I don’t want to go to the dance with you. With anyone, really.”The moc
RowenaA few days had passed since the unsettling incident in my office with Eric, and I found myself actively avoiding him whenever possible. Just being in his presence made my skin prickle with a confusing swirl of emotions I didn’t even want to begin to acknowledge—shame, longing, disgust, and so much more.“It was a prank,” he had said, that telltale smirk of his ghosting the corners of his lips. “Nothing more.”I couldn’t decide what hurt more: the fact that my own brother would pull yet another disgusting prank on me, or… the fact that part of me, even the tiniest part, wished it had been real.No. This wasn’t right. And I refused to let myself think that it was.That week, I tried to push the whole night out of my mind, throwing myself into my work instead. But seeing the influx of new patients come to my clinic certainly helped get my mind off of things.One afternoon, I found myself passing by the bulletin board in the main hall. I stopped to take a peek at the ballots, altho
RowenaI washed my hands briskly, trying to calm my nerves as I prepared for my first shift working under Dr. Reynolds’ supervision. Taking a deep breath, I stepped back into the infirmary ward.“Rowena. Let’s get started, shall we? I need you to scrub the scuff marks off those floors over there.” He gestured to a far corner with a dismissive wave of his hand.
RowenaI ran and ran, my heart pounding in my ears as the infirmary disappeared behind me. The halls blurred past in a dizzying rush, my feet carrying me forward faster than they ever had before.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my legs gave out—trembling and finally spent from the exertion. I collapsed against the wall in a breathless heap, sliding down until I was crumpled on the floor with my knees drawn up to my chest.
EricI woke up with a start, jerking upright in bed as the shrill beeping of my alarm finally pierced through my deep sleep. Cursing under my breath, I slammed my hand down on the nightstand, silencing the alarm with a groan.Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I squinted at the numbers glowing in the dim light. 7:45am. I was already fifteen minutes behind schedule.
RowenaThe sun cast golden rays on the carpet as I stood in the middle of my bedroom, surveying the half-packed bag on my bed with a frown. Would this be enough for three months of training?Finally, after deciding that I wasn’t quite ready yet and stuffing in a few more shirts, I zipped it closed and slung the strap over my shoulder. A soft sniffle made me turn toward the doorway, and I felt my face drop slightly when I saw the sad faces staring back at me.My parents lingered there, my mom’s eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears. She attempted a watery smile when she saw me looking, but I could see right through it. She didn’t want me to leave.“You’re really going, huh?” she murmured.Crossing the room with a sigh, I pulled my mom into a tight hug and shot my dad an apologetic look over her slender shoulder. “It’s only for a few months, Mom,” I reassured her. “I’ll be back before you know it.”“I know, I know.” She squeezed me tighter, her fingers digging into my back. “It’s ju
RowenaI stood in the hallway just outside the parlor, my heart pounding in my ears. The voices behind the door were hushed, but I could still make out every word through the thick wood.“Your Majesty, we can’t thank you enough for making this journey,” my father’s voice echoed softly. “I can assure you that, had circumstances been different, we would have liked to have met you much sooner.”There was a pause, and then a deeper, richer voice responded—one I didn’t recognize yet. “Please, call me Stefan. And the honor is all mine—you protected my daughter despite everything. Although a part of me still can’t believe my little girl is actually alive after all these years.”My heart leapt into my throat. My father—King Stefan from the Northern kingdom. I knew he was coming to visit, but to finally hear his voice… It was unreal.A trembling hand came up to rest against the door as I tried to conjure up any memory of my father, of my past life. But there was nothing, of course; I had been
RowenaMy heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as I watched Eric mouth those two simple words to me.“Kiss me.”His bright blue eyes bored endlessly into mine, and in those moments, time stopped. Kiss him? Kiss him? Now? In front of everyone?“C’mon, Ro,” Eric murmured, sensing my fear. “You promised.”I gulped, unsure of what to say; and at that second, I felt myself being thrust back to our childhood, back to one summer afternoon so many years ago when things were so much different…“Hey, Ro?” “Yeah?”“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you were born in a different family?”I remembered that day clearly; Eric and I had been laying out in the grass beneath the big oak tree behind our house, watching as the leaves waved back and forth. I was nine, and he was going on twelve. Oddly enough, I remembered exactly what we were wearing: he had on a blue shirt, and I wore a pair of overalls. I think I remembered the shirt because it matched his eyes, and the color
EricI tightened the cloth wraps around my fists, feeling the familiar ache in my knuckles as I stared across the sandy expanse at Darius. With Adrian and Heather gone, it was just the two of us left.Darius grinned at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Quite a show you and your girl put on back there,” he said, loud enough for just us to hear over the roaring crowd.I allowed myself a slight smirk, although my stomach still twisted painfully when I thought about how close I had just come to losing Rowena forever—all thanks to Adrian and some demented scheme to assassinate the Northern princess.“My girl?” I said, feigning ignorance.Darius smirked at me. “Oh, come on; everyone has suspected that she’s not actually a Griffith for months. And we both know what you two were doing the other day in her office.”The tips of my ears turned pink, but I couldn’t help but shake my head and laugh. Of course everyone had known. I hadn’t exactly put in the greatest effort to hide it since I
RowenaI could only stand there, frozen in place as Heather and Adrian were hauled away by the guards. Their hateful glares burned into me until the very last moment when they disappeared into the tunnels.And then they were gone. It was over… For now, at least.A sudden cacophony of sound slammed back into me all at once—the roaring of the crowd, shouts and exclamations from students and spectators alike. I flinched as hands grabbed at me from all sides, my parents’ frantic faces appearing like a lifeline through the throng of people.“Rowena! Oh god, are you alright?” My mother clutched at me desperately and drew me toward her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked me over for injuries. “We were so worried, we thought… We thought…”She trailed off, unable to put her worst fears into words as she smoothed my hair back from my ears, checking me over as if I were made of glass. My father wasn’t much better, one large hand cupping the side of my face while his eyes bored into me
RowenaEverything seemed to move in agonizingly slow motion as Adrian’s arrow sailed straight for my head. Time itself seemed to go still, the crowd’s roar fading into an eerie silence.In that endless moment, a thousand different thoughts raced through my mind. Eric’s handsome face, his last wink burned into my memory. The way his fingers had threaded through my hair just this morning as we had secretly made love under my sheets. My parents’ smiling faces from their seats up in the crowd, now twisted into masks of horror.So this was how it ended, then? Struck down by a coward’s arrow in front of thousands of spectators? My identity revealed to everyone, only for it to be snuffed out before I even had the chance to meet my biological family?There was no time to move, no time to even scream. All I could do was brace myself, my eyes squeezed shut as I awaited the impact. The embrace of death. I hoped it would be quick, if nothing else.But it never came. Instead, a sudden whistle of a
RowenaThe roar of the crowd was deafening as Emma and I made our way through the tunnels toward the main arena. I could feel the vibrations of thousands of stomping feet even from here, and it made my heart pound in anticipation.Inside of me, my wolf was practically roiling with excitement; I had grown used to her presence over the passing days, although it felt completely and utterly natural from the beginning.“Are you ready for this?” Emma asked with a grin, giving my arm an excited squeeze.I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. “As long as I’ve got you by my side,” I replied.When we finally emerged into the bright stadium lights, I had to blink a few times to adjust. The massive arena stretched out like a desert in front of us, the sandy pit already prepped for the combat rounds. Lining the walls were the colorful pavilions and banners for each warrior and manager pair.My gaze immediately found Eric, standing tall and proud beside his pavilion across the way. He caught
RowenaEric and I sprang apart at the sound of the doorknob turning, frantically smoothing our clothes down and covering ourselves just as a group of warriors walked into my office. I felt my cheeks flush hot as the apparent leader flicked on the light, blinking in confusion.“Rowena,” the warrior at the forefront said, glancing back and forth between Eric and me for a moment. “I wasn’t sure if you were in here. Why were the lights out?”Before I could answer, Eric stepped in. “I was just helping her change the lightbulb,” he said, gesturing to the light dangling from the ceiling. “You came just in time.”“Oh.” The warrior seemed to buy that, at least. Thank goodness.“What can I do for you?” I asked in a shockingly confident tone despite myself, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear and pushing my glasses up on my nose.“Well, we heard that you both made it on the list and we just wanted to wish you luck,” the lead warrior said easily, shoving his hands into his pockets. “As the
RowenaTaking a deep breath, Eric and I pushed our way through the crowd so we could see the results. As we approached, we received curious looks from the other students—no doubt word of what had happened at the party on Friday, or at least what people thought had happened, had spread like wildfire.Or…As I read the names on the list, I knew now why they were really staring.“Eric,” I gasped, gripping his arm with one hand while I pointed at the list with the other. “It’s you!”I couldn’t help but grin as I looked up at him. Even Eric was beaming from ear to ear; he was at the top of the list of the three warriors who would be competing in the tournament. Of course he was—he was the best warrior at this camp, after all. He had earned it, fair and square.“Congrats, Eric!” a nearby student called out. “I can’t wait to see you fight next week!”Eric’s smile grew. “And I can’t wait to win,” he quipped, eliciting giggles from a nearby gaggle of cheerleaders who were smiling and twirling