Hilda“I get where you’re coming from, but waiting here will waste time. I don’t know where the glade is, but my family belonged to the same pack for many generations. In all likelihood it’ll be on those lands.” I tell Arlo softly.“Hilda, you were pierced with several arrows and just about dead when I found you. Not to mention that you were skin and bones. Clearly too weak to be running or fighting. That asshole used you for sport.”“I know, but he drove me straight to you, so there’s a silver lining,” I say with a smile, trying to dispel his brooding expression. “I would have found you even if you were on the opposite side of the world,” he growls. “I definitely didn’t need him to try and kill you so I could find you.”“Baby, I love that you’re protective and furious about what he did. If our roles were reversed, I’d feel exactly the same way, but this is more important than that. I’m still alive and happier than anybody has any right to be. We’ll ask Soren to make sure he stays hid
CereliaThe closer we get to our pack house, the more out of control my nerves get. Damon is unpredictable at the best of times and I don’t know what his reaction will be to seeing Hilda and King Arlo.He accepted Soren as my mate only because he knew the mating bond had snapped into place and he didn’t want to hurt me by denying me close proximity to my mate. Our pack members believed he was also tired of the constant losses caused by the war with Soren’s pack, but Damon likes war.I love my brother. He looked out for me all our lives and protected me like I’m some fragile treasure. My father wasn’t around much after my mother died, as though being at home with his children was some kind of terrible burden. Damon stepped into the void left by my parents, loving and caring for me all through my childhood.I adored him growing up and it was only at around 16 or so that I became aware that our relationship wasn’t completely normal. He didn’t like other boys looking at me and the way he
DamonI don’t know what the hell is going on here, but I definitely don’t like it. They’ve infected my sister with magic and turned her into one of those harpies who think they should act like one of the boys. I won’t turn my back on her. We’ll find a way to get her back to normal.“What happened to you?” I ask in a low voice, trying to pull her away from Soren. “Did he have you enchanted in some way? Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to fix…whatever this is,” I say, gesturing at the glowing orb.“Damon, please, there’s no time,” Cerelia begs, her big blue eyes staring up at me. I’ve never been able to resist that pleading look.After my mother died, my dad kind of disappeared from our lives too. There was always food in the house, but someone had to prepare it. I was 10 and Cerelia 3 when I made her a sandwich and a cup of milk for the first time and she looked at me like I hung the moon.Nothing else in the world has ever come close to the way I felt that day. Like a hero. Someone to be
Arlo“I’m just dying to know what those plans were, Damon,” I say silkily. Feeling great satisfaction when he flinches away in fear. I can smell his agitation and it makes me want to attack so badly. He’s weaker than I am and he’s a threat to my mate, I should eliminate him right here and now. It would be over in a second.Unfortunately I promised Hilda I wouldn’t. She got impatient with how long Soren and Cerelia were taking and convinced me that time was of the essence and I had to control my inner beast for the sake of everyone’s lives. I’m not sure at this moment if it’s worth it.Hilda wraps both her hands around one of mine. “Save your energy for a real challenge, baby. He’s nothing but a distraction.” Damon wants to snarl at her, but his survival instinct seems to override his bad judgment and he settles for pretending not to have heard Hilda.I have to stop thinking about him putting his hands on her or I’m going to lose it. “Soren, is it okay if Arlo and I go to your cottage
Hilda I’d love to stay right here and roll around on the floor with my king, but we have to get this done. It feels less weird being in Soren’s cabin with my true mate than I could ever have imagined, but it’s still a bit strange.“See, just like a puppy, no self-control,” I keep baiting Arlo, loving the way he bristles in mock annoyance. “Now get up, we have to…Ohhhh,” I moan shakily when he starts lightly rocking his incredible hard-on against me. One hand is already slithering under my shirt and reaching for my nipple, tweaking it through my bra.“You’re right,” he admits huskily, “When it comes to you I don’t have any self-control.” He’s pushing my shirt up, groaning hungrily when my breasts are exposed. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, tonguing my flesh through the flimsy fabric of my bra, those polished amber eyes glowing up at me, before closing his teeth around my nipple and suckling on the tip.A jolt of desire lights up my entire body. “Never,” I whisper tremulously, bury
HildaCerelia reads the entry aloud so Arlo and Soren are also brought up to speed.“5th Night of the Harvest Moon.The veil grows thin with the turning of the seasons, and again, I feel the weight of my duty. The Veilbreaker rests as it has for generations, untouched beneath the watchful gaze of the whispering stones. There, where the moonlight spills unbroken upon the earth, it lies within the roots of the lone ash, its heart wrapped in silver-threaded cloth. Only the blood of our line may stir it from slumber, and only in dire need shall it waken.I have walked the glade many times, counting the standing sentinels, tracing the ancient runes chiseled by hands long gone. The wind carries their whispers still, and in their counsel, I am reminded: the Veilbreaker does not serve lightly. It unravels the falsehoods spun by magic, sundering illusions and piercing deception. Yet, such power demands balance. That which is revealed cannot be unseen, and the bearer must be strong enough to wi
ArloShe wants to breed with me. In spite of Tara and her doom prophesying, Hilda still wants me to fertilize her eggs with my sperm and see if her belly will swell with our child. I can already picture it. How ripe and lovely she would look. How unbearably protective I’ll be of her. I want it so much. To raise a family with her. To have as many offspring as I can manage to put inside her.But not if it means flipping a coin and the other side is her life. “I can’t lose you,” I tell her huskily, my throat swollen with emotion. “You won’t,” she says with more certainty than she has any right to feel. “I’m yours, Arlo. Death can’t have me, I belong to one man only.”She’s so bloody infuriatingly stubborn. “Yet you refuse to listen to that man,” I argue back. “Belong as in give myself freely to, not as in a slave,” she tells me patiently. “You know I have the strength to do this. I need you to believe in me.”“That’s not fair, Hilda. This has nothing to do with me doubting how tough you
HildaI didn’t mean to tell Arlo about my desire to get pregnant while we were arguing in Soren’s attic and I feel awful about everything that happened in the past hour. He’s holding my hand, but he hasn’t said a word since we left Soren’s pack behind.Cerelia and Soren are staying well behind us, probably terrified that I’ll start spewing more intimate secrets and arguing with my mate in front of them. I’ve felt more comfortable during battles than I do right now.“Baby, I’m sorry,” I finally say, unable to stand the silence any longer. “I should have talked to you about wanting to try and have a baby regardless of Tara’s prediction. I planned to discuss it with you once things quieted down slightly. You get to have a say about that, I didn’t mean to decide on behalf of both of us.”Arlo looks at me askance, sighing from the depths of his soul. “Dammit Hilda, do you really think I’m upset that you want to have my child? I’ll gladly have 20 kids with you if that’s possible. What I can
HildaCerelia, Soren, Arlo and I are seated around the kitchen table, talking in whispers. “We need to make sure we pinpoint Malcolm’s position and set someone to stay close until we’ve surrounded him,” Arlo says.Scarlett’s playing with her toys in the lounge and I didn’t think she could even hear us when she speak up in a soft, almost sing-song voice. “He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.”The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog.I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur.“What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what
Cerelia I find Soren outside, pacing in the dim light of dawn. His steps are restless, his brow furrowed unhappily. He barely looks up as I approach, but I don’t need to see his eyes to know what he’s thinking.I already know what’s on his mind. The same thing that’s weighing on everyone. I stop just short of him, reaching out to grip his hand. “There’s another way,” I inform him. I’m a little hurt he didn’t think to at least ask whether there was something I could do to help.He finally glances at me, his sharp, assessing gaze flicking over my face. “What are you talking about?”“The humans,” I say, taking a step closer. “We don’t have to kill them.” He looks at me questioningly, but he doesn’t interrupt. It’s one of the things I love most about him. He’ll always hear me out and carefully consider my input.“My powers are so much stronger now,” I continue, “You know I’ve been practicing and learning so much these past years. If we capture them, I can erase their memories. I’ll do my
SorenThe forest is still, but I can feel the presence of intruders like a thorn in my side. Nothing feels the way it should. The forest doesn’t want them here any more than we do.Percy moves beside me, his steps as silent as my own, our senses stretched to their limits. The scent of damp earth and the distant rustle of unseen creatures surround us, but we focus only on what matters. Finding the men who don't belong here.Tracking is instinct, something ingrained in me from the moment I could shift. Every snapped twig, every displaced leaf tells a story. And right now, the story unfolding is one of careful, deliberate infiltration.Malcolm's men are good. Not good enough to hide from us forever, but good enough that we have to work to find them. I’m not fond of blowing my own horn, but very few others are in my league when it comes to tracking. Patience isn’t a common werewolf trait, but one that’s imperative in a good tracker.Percy crouches, sniffing the air, his expression tighten
HildaThe cool night air does little to ease the weight pressing down on my chest. The murmurs of the warriors gathered outside the pack house are a dull hum in the background. Everyone is on edge.I stand slightly apart from them, the firelight flickering against my skin, my arms crossed tight against my body as I watch Arlo.His expression is inscrutable, but I know him well enough to know that when his body grows that still, his mind is working overtime and he’s fighting not to show his agitation. His jaw tightens ever so slightly and I’m sure he’s thinking the same thing I am.“If news gets out about our existence, we’re in big trouble,” I say, my voice just above a whisper. Arlo exhales, dragging a hand down his face. “We’ve managed to confirm the presence of 21 men so far,” he tells me.“If we wait, more may come,” I murmur. “They’re probing, testing us. Seeing how far they can push before we react.”He nods, his eyes dark with worry. “Malcolm’s not just playing games. He’s sett
HildaI can still feel Malcolm’s eyes on me, like greasy fingerprints smeared across my skin. No matter how many times I rub my arms, no matter how deep I breathe, I can’t shake the feeling of his presence, his voice, the twisted, hollow mockery of a man who plays at being something human.Arlo is pacing. I can feel the storm raging inside him. It crackles through the bond, dark and furious, an echo of my own unease.“I should have killed him.” His voice is low, strained. “Right there. I should’ve ripped his throat out for looking at you that way. Speaking to you like you’re... a possession.”I know he means it. I don’t doubt for a second that if I asked, if I simply whispered that Malcolm frightened me, that he made my stomach turn to ice and my heart thunder with dread, Arlo would go back. He’d hunt Malcolm down and finish what should have been done long ago.But I don’t want to talk about Malcolm. I don’t want his shadow stretching into this moment, poisoning it. I cross the room a
MalcolmThe fire flickers in front of me, licking at the dry wood, sending twisting embers up into the blackened sky. The men are laughing, swapping crude jokes, sipping from flasks filled with cheap liquor. Their voices fade into the background as I think about her.Hilda. I roll her name around in my mind. That face, those blue eyes. Sharp, burning with something just beneath the surface. I wonder what she looks like when she cries. When she begs."They were real lookers, huh?" Carter says from across the fire, nudging the guy next to him. "That one with the blue-black hair was fuckin’ exotic looking and the blonde looks like a real Georgia peach."I smirk but say nothing. They think they understand. They don’t. They see a woman with a pretty face. I see something else entirely. Something wild, something worth breaking.Hilda needs someone like me, not a protector like her so-called husband. As if animals get married. She needs to be taught her place, it’s the only way she’ll ever t
HildaCerelia and Soren sit across from us, their expressions grim. I hadn’t wanted to ruin the mood of their visit, but with humans encroaching on our borders, there was no delaying this conversation.They have to know. All the Alphas will need to be told once we know what these men want."This isn’t the first time a human has wandered close to pack lands," Cerelia says slowly. "But you’re saying this feels different?""It is different," Arlo confirms, stopping mid-stride. "They aren’t just stumbling into the vicinity. They’re moving in a careful pattern, testing our defences and borders. And the only way they’d get across the border is if someone leads them.""That’s what worries me most," I admit. "A werewolf had to have brought them close enough to get past the confusion spells." Soren frowns, “Do you have any idea who?”Before I can answer, there’s a rush of movement outside, and the door swings open to reveal Percy, his breath slightly uneven from running."Arlo," he says, stra
ArloThe fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the walls of our room. The warmth should be comforting, but it does nothing to ease the weight pressing down on my chest.Hilda sits on the bed, cross-legged, brushing out her hair, the glossy strands catching the firelight. She looks up at me, knowing something’s wrong before I even speak.“Alright,” she says, setting the brush aside. “What’s wrong?” I exhale slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. “Scouts have reported increased human activity near our borders.”Hilda’s expression sharpens, her body going still. “Hunters?” I shake my head. “No. This feels different. It’s too…organized and there are too many of them. Not like travelers getting lost or the occasional fool wandering too close. They move like men with purpose. And they’re getting closer.”Her lips press into a thin line. “But they haven’t crossed into our lands?” I shake my head, “Not yet.” She frowns, pulling her legs up beneath her. “Then the
HildaThe moment I see Cerelia shift, I don’t hesitate. I rush forward, wrapping my arms around her before she can say a word. She laughs into my shoulder, squeezing me just as tightly, and for a moment, I let myself sink into the familiarity of her presence.“I missed you,” I murmur, pulling back just enough to look at her face. She looks the same, stunningly beautiful, smart and amazing, but there’s a softness in her eyes when she meets my gaze.“I missed you too,” she says. “I swear, every time I turn around, another letter from you is demanding I come visit.”I scoff. “Because you don’t take the hint the first time. If I didn’t harass you, you’d never make your way here and I’d be left lonely and bereft. I can’t come and see you at the moment, it’s too difficult to travel so far with Scarlett and the warriors would all insist on coming along.”A low chuckle reminds me that we aren’t alone. Soren stands behind her, watching us with amusement. “Are you two done, or should I come bac