RowenaI awoke to the feeling of water exiting my lungs and a burning pain in my chestâthe sort of pain that I had never experienced before. But there was another experience too, just as new, and maybe even more shocking.Bright blue eyes stared down at me, and our lips were touching. Maybe my lips burned even more than my chest now that I came to my senses.Eric pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He let out a deep breath, clearly relieved.âRowena.âI kept coughing, but the sensation of his lips remained. I knew it was just mouth to mouth resuscitation, but⊠it was my first kiss, technically.While I continued to cough and sputter, Eric stood up and faced the crowd. The other warriors had gathered around us, looking on with confusion, shock, and discomfort written across their faces.âWho did this?â Eric bellowed, his voice booming across the now-quiet pool.No one answered. I wanted to say that it was Emma, but I couldnât. The water in my throat wouldnât let me
RowenaHeather White.She was a real beauty here at the school, and popular to boot. After all, she was tall and slender, with a delicate neck, prominent jawline, and fierce gray almond-shaped eyes that made her look like a winter fox.Her hair was so blonde that it seemed to absorb all of the light of the sun, making her look ethereal whenever she flipped it over her shoulder while walking down the hall.But she wasnât just pretty; she was also the cheerleading team captain, and her father was the schoolâs biggest sponsor. She looked every bit the part of the daughter of an Alpha.She was everything that I wasnât, at least on the surface.And she was my competition for today, or so it seemed.âOh my gosh, Heather, your hair looks perfect,â one of the girls cooed, stroking Heatherâs long blonde locks.âAnd that baby blue dress looks sooo good on you,â another girl purred.âAww, you guys!â Heather replied in that sweet, sing-song voice of hers. âYouâre all so sweet.âThe other girls ti
RowenaâTheyâll pay for this mistake.âEric and I stopped in our tracks upon hearing the shrill voice coming from behind the row of lockers. It wasnât just the words that left me dumbfounded, though; it was the fact that I could hear it clearly even from here.Must be the acoustics in here, I thought.Exchanging wary glances, Eric and I silently decided to follow the source of the voice.âI blame you!â she exclaimed with a huff. âItâs you who took the bribe. I mean, seriously.ââI would neverâââOh, please. I know you must have taken a bribe to let the likes of her into the camp. How much were you paid, anyway? And now Emma is kicked off of the cheerleading team, too? Do you people have it out for our family, or something? After all my father has done for this school?ââHeatherâŠâEric and I glanced at each other again. So it was her; I thought I recognized her voice. Although, Ericâs face betrayed nothing as we rounded the corner.And there she was: Heather, fuming in front of the loc
RowenaHer?âN-NoâŠâ I stammered, still in shock. âI didnât know. No one told me.âSeeing Adrian with Heather made my stomach feel heavy. Of course I knew about her father being one of the schoolâs biggest sponsors. Of course I knew about her entourage of followers, too, and her beautiful featuresânot to mention the fact that she was Emmaâs sister.But it was only now that I really began to make the connection. Heather wasnât just the beautiful, seductive cheerleading captain who had a fling with my brother.She was Adrianâs girlfriend.I couldnât believe it. Adrian liked girls like that? It didnât seem like his type. No, I couldnât believe it.âThere has to be a mistake,â I said softly. âAdrian doesnât⊠Heâs not like that. He doesnât like girls like that.âEric chuckled. âCanât you see it?â he asked, nodding his head toward the two of them. I hated to say it, but Eric was right. It was unmistakable; Adrian had his arm securely wrapped around Heatherâs waist. Her slender hip was bumpin
RowenaIf I was being honest, I was a little curious about what sort of flirting techniques Eric was going to share with me.But why did he lock the door? And why was he so close?With his body pressed against me, I could practically smell the pheromones coming off of him. He was squeezing me a little too tightly again as well. It seemed as though he had a habit of that lately.Maybe he didnât know his own strength; after all, he had gotten so much more muscular during his warrior training. Maybe his brain hadnât caught up with it yet.Gently pressing my hands against his chest, I pushed him away just enough so I could breathe and get a better look at him.âWhatâs all this about?â I asked, cocking my head to the side. âYouâre crushing me, Eric.ââCanât you tell? Iâm trying to teach you how to flirt, Rowena.â As he spoke, his hands slid down my waist. His fingers pressed into the soft skin there, and an inexplicable shiver ran down my spine. âYouâve always been a little stiff in that r
RowenaâRowena? Honey, is everything alright in there? I thought I heard shoutingââThe door handle continued to jiggle, and I quickly shoved Eric away and scrambled to my feet. Running over to the door, I quickly unlocked it and flung it open.My mother stood in the doorway, holding a plate of fresh cookies. Her blonde hair was pulled back in its usual neat bun, and her eyes looked a little bewildered as she looked back and forth between me and Eric.âSorry,â I said, stepping aside to let her in.She shot me a quizzical look as she walked into the room. âWhy did you lock the door?â she asked. âI got a little worried.âI fell silent, unsure of how to explain. How was I supposed to tell my mother that Eric was teaching me how to flirt? Sheâd find it strange, to say the least, and maybe even a little inappropriate given how close we had gotten at the end.Suddenly, Eric stood behind me and cleared his throat. âI was just giving Rowena some combat manager lessons,â he said coolly. âLocke
RowenaI let out a soft sigh and pushed my glasses up on my nose, then tucked a stray curl behind my ear as I bent over the notebook in front of me.âIâm going to lunch, Rowena.â The head manager stood from his desk and grabbed his jacket off of his chair. âYouâll be okay in here on your own for an hour, right?âI nodded and looked up, meeting his gaze with a polite smile. âYes. Enjoy your lunch.âWith a curt nod, the head manager strode out of the office and left me alone. I watched his form fade away through the glass door, mingling with the other students who were walking past. I could see how they were chattering excitedly, pointing at the new posters that were practically lining every wall.âCome to the Homecoming Honeys dance this Saturday!â the sign read. Then, underneath: âBring your âhomecoming honeyâ for free drinks!âI glowered a bit at the sign and shook my head. The atmosphere around the camp had changed so much this week since the dance had been announced; everyone seeme
RowenaI stepped up to the front door of Ericâs dorm; more of a cottage, really. All of the highest-ranked warriors, like Eric, had their own cottages in a small village on the east side of the camp. Some of them shared the space with two or maybe even three roommates, but not him.No, Eric had his own cottage.He rarely stayed the night here, though; why would he, when he had our parentsâ mansion to stay in? His cottage was pretty much reserved for date nights with random girls and parties.I let out a small huff of annoyance as I raised my hand to knock on the door. Eric had insisted that I come here after class today, wearing something I could move around in easily.A moment later, the door swung open. Eric puffed his chest out a bit as he drank me in with his eyes. âYou brought heels, too?â he asked, his gaze sweeping over my comfortable sweatshirt and leggings.I nodded and held up the bag where my high heels for the homecoming dance were waiting. âYep. Got them here.ââGood. Com
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 wasnât 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 momâs 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 didnât want me to leave.âYouâre really going, huh?â 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. âItâs only for a few months, Mom,â I reassured her. âIâll be back before you know it.ââI know, I know.â She squeezed me tighter, her fingers digging into my back. âItâs 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.âYour Majesty, we canât thank you enough for making this journey,â my fatherâs voice echoed softly. âI can assure you that, had circumstances been different, we would have liked to have met you much sooner.âThere was a pause, and then a deeper, richer voice respondedâone I didnât recognize yet. âPlease, call me Stefan. And the honor is all mineâyou protected my daughter despite everything. Although a part of me still canât believe my little girl is actually alive after all these years.âMy heart leapt into my throat. My fatherâKing 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.âKiss me.âHis bright blue eyes bored endlessly into mine, and in those moments, time stopped. Kiss him? Kiss him? Now? In front of everyone?âCâmon, Ro,â Eric murmured, sensing my fear. âYou promised.âI 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 differentâŠâHey, Ro?â âYeah?ââDo you ever wonder what it would be like if you were born in a different family?âI 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. âQuite a show you and your girl put on back there,â 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 foreverâall thanks to Adrian and some demented scheme to assassinate the Northern princess.âMy girl?â I said, feigning ignorance.Darius smirked at me. âOh, come on; everyone has suspected that sheâs not actually a Griffith for months. And we both know what you two were doing the other day in her office.âThe tips of my ears turned pink, but I couldnât help but shake my head and laugh. Of course everyone had known. I hadnât 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 onceâthe roaring of the crowd, shouts and exclamations from students and spectators alike. I flinched as hands grabbed at me from all sides, my parentsâ frantic faces appearing like a lifeline through the throng of people.âRowena! Oh god, are you alright?â My mother clutched at me desperately and drew me toward her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked me over for injuries. âWe were so worried, we thought⊠We thoughtâŠâShe 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 wasnât 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 Adrianâs arrow sailed straight for my head. Time itself seemed to go still, the crowdâs roar fading into an eerie silence.In that endless moment, a thousand different thoughts raced through my mind. Ericâs 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 parentsâ 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 cowardâs 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.âAre you ready for this?â Emma asked with a grin, giving my arm an excited squeeze.I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. âAs long as Iâve got you by my side,â 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.âRowena,â the warrior at the forefront said, glancing back and forth between Eric and me for a moment. âI wasnât sure if you were in here. Why were the lights out?âBefore I could answer, Eric stepped in. âI was just helping her change the lightbulb,â he said, gesturing to the light dangling from the ceiling. âYou came just in time.ââOh.â The warrior seemed to buy that, at least. Thank goodness.âWhat can I do for you?â 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.âWell, we heard that you both made it on the list and we just wanted to wish you luck,â the lead warrior said easily, shoving his hands into his pockets. âAs 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 studentsâno doubt word of what had happened at the party on Friday, or at least what people thought had happened, had spread like wildfire.OrâŠAs I read the names on the list, I knew now why they were really staring.âEric,â I gasped, gripping his arm with one hand while I pointed at the list with the other. âItâs you!âI couldnât 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 wasâhe was the best warrior at this camp, after all. He had earned it, fair and square.âCongrats, Eric!â a nearby student called out. âI canât wait to see you fight next week!âEricâs smile grew. âAnd I canât wait to win,â he quipped, eliciting giggles from a nearby gaggle of cheerleaders who were smiling and twirling