Arlo“Find her!” I roar, rushing forward blindly, not even feeling the impact as I bounce off the trees. I can’t smell her, I can’t feel her and the cold, quiet desolation I suffer in the absence of her bright warmth is making me crazy. It’s impossible to stop and think. I have to keep moving. I have to find her.I’m not going back without her. We don’t know what they use the women they take for, but I know none of them have ever come back. Without Hilda I have no life. Nothing has any meaning. I can’t lose her.“Arlo, slow down,” Percy says quietly, his voice heavy with heartache. “We’re not going to make any headway like this. Put your hand on my shoulder and follow me. We’re pushing on, getting past their damn barrier, no matter what they throw at us. I also love her. We all do, in our hearts she’s already our Luna, but you know she’s my friend as well and I’m determined to find her.”Under different circumstances his words would have sent my spirits soaring. To know my most truste
CereliaThere’s so much for me to process. Soren didn’t cheat on me of his own free will. Maelor’s misdirection won’t work on me. The fact that he couldn’t fight off the spell he was under has nothing to do with how much he loves me. It was put directly on him, while passed to Hilda secondhand when she touched the book.“I intend to be the greatest mage that ever lived, Maelor,” I tell him with a confidence I don’t really feel. “But not as your puppet. I will be a force for good, not evil. I will stand against you, not by your side.”Maelor laughs derisively, before sneering at me, “You have potential Cerelia, not power. Without anyone to unlock it, you will remain a stunted little tree. You can perform parlor tricks and basic spells, nothing that could harm me. Join us or die, the choice is yours.”Soren changes in the blink of an eye, leaping for Maelor’s throat with his jaws stretched wide. I don’t waste the opening he gives me, sprinting around Maelor in an effort to get to Soren’
HildaI wake up lost in a cloud of confusion, my head feeling heavy and unclear. I’m lying on my back on something hard and I blink groggily, my brain struggling to catch up with reality.I’m in a cave, the walls and roof visible due to the light cast by the red candles flickering all around me. I’m on a stone slab, dressed in a flimsy white nightgown, my arms and legs spread eagled and held by what appears to be manacles of flame. I’m not writhing in pain, so it’s obviously magic.It’s impossible to see anything beyond the ring of light surrounding me. The rest of the cave is dark as a pit of starless eternity. I can’t feel Arlo, but I hope he’s safe and free somewhere out there. His absence is dull, not empty, and I believe whoever caught me is blanketing our bond, hiding us from each other. If he was close by I don’t believe there’s magic strong enough to keep me from sensing him and I hang on to that thought desperately. As long as I believe he’s safe, I can remain calm.“Well, we
Hilda I know there’s no way that Arlo’s not trying to find and save me right now, but I hope he stays very far away. I can’t stand the thought of these people interfering with his life any more than they already have.“Why me?” I ask, hoping that something he says will help me find a way out of this nightmare. Maelor shrugs, “Arlo is in love with you and you seem strong enough to contain Morgana’s immense power. Through you we can continue controlling him, but far more successfully this time.”Oh, hell no. I would rather die than play into their hands. “I don’t understand why you need Arlo at all. What do you want from him? And why bring this Morgana back? Seems to me she outstrips you in power, won’t she just push you aside and take over the way Lilith did?”Maelor smiles again, looking at me like I’m his favorite pet, performing a trick for attention. “I worked on Morgana’s resurrection spell very carefully. If she makes any move against me, she’ll return from where she came immedi
CereliaWe ran for almost an hour before daring to stop. I don’t think Maelor’s following us, but he’s clearly a master manipulator, so who the heck knows.Soren’s unsteady on his legs and I’m worried about the deep gash running down his side. “Lie down,” I tell him, rubbing my hands together. He eyes the ball of light forming between my palms suspiciously, but finally does as he’s told, choosing to trust me.My proximity as his mate will speed up his natural werewolf healing abilities, but not as much as my magic can. I was looking forward to learning a lot more about restorative magic, excited at the prospect of being able to help others. I guess my ‘teacher’ was never going to expend too much energy on teaching me such inconsequential powers.It’s still difficult to accept that I’d been so thoroughly duped by Maelor. I was so grateful to him for taking me in and giving me something to focus on while my heart was in tatters. “It’s not your fault. I told you he could be trusted,” Sor
Hilda Struggling causes the glowing ropes to singe my skin. I fight through the pain, knowing what will happen if I don’t get out of here. It’s no use though. The harder I try, the more solid my bonds seem to become.Nearly an hour’s passed since Maelor left, I’ve been carefully keeping count. I’ve tried changing to my wolf form, hoping to just slip off into the night. Maelor obviously considered that and took steps to prevent it. I’m out of options. They were limited to begin with, but I won’t give up.Closing my eyes, I take deep, measured breaths, doing my best to remain calm and think. I have no experience with this type of magic. What its strengths and weaknesses are, what I can do to fight it. Except...Finding and loving me helped Arlo finally slip the leash of his mother’s control.This surely isn’t true for all forms of sorcery, but the dark, evil kind practiced by Maelor and his cabal doesn’t seem to enjoy the purity of real love. Maelor’s dampening my connection to Arlo, bu
Arlo“Hilda!” my jagged thoughts and ragged breathing immediately calms now that she’s safe in my arms. I’ve been running like a maniac since the moment her presence ignited my soul.I went back to the pack house with the others, but only stayed about 10 minutes before quietly heading back to the woods. There would be no rest for me while my mate was in danger, I may as well keep searching.I shifted immediately this time, protecting myself from blindness. None of the other spells seemed to activate to my great relief. The wards still seemed to recognize me as Arlo even though my mother’s control spell didn’t.“I’m so happy to- Wait, what are you wearing? Did they hurt you? Touch you against your will? I’ll disembowel each and every one of them and string them up by their spinal columns.” The words rip from the depths of my being before I can take a moment to think.Hilda’s arms tighten around me and my fury decreases infinitesimally when she says, “No, I’m fine. You saved me before m
Hilda“They couldn’t possibly have thought I wouldn’t know the second I looked into your eyes that it wasn’t you?” Arlo asks in disbelief. We’re back in our cabin and I’m wearing one of his huge shirts, the sleeves rolled up several times so my hands can poke through.He carried me home in his arms, wearing his t-shirt while he went bare chested. A most enjoyable and highly recommended mode of travel. He sent one of the guards on duty to inform Percy that I’m back and to give us space until morning, we’ll convene then to discuss what happened and the way forward.Feeling chilly, I’d fetched one of his long-sleeved shirts to wear. It’s warm and soft and smells like him, checking every box I had at that moment. “You know there’s a closet full of clothes for you right next to mine, right?” he asked in amusement. “None of them have your scent,” I explained, crawling on to his lap on the couch.“Tell me everything,” he demanded, bringing us to his current state of incredulity. “I don’t thi
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
HildaI go to find Cerelia first. I’m pretty sure there’s no lingering resentment or jealousy about my and Soren’s past, but just in case it upsets her to know I still have stuff in Soren’s attic, I’d like to give her advance warning to deal with it.“Hilda, that’s incredible! We have to go and look through your stuff immediately,” she says excitedly, nearly vibrating with elation. “Combined with what I’ve just learned, I think we’ll have an edge Maelor will never see coming!”I’m cautiously optimistic that the artifact will help, but there are no guarantees we’ll even find it. I also don’t want to deflate Cerelia’s optimism with my doubts.“So you have more control now?” I ask with a smile. Perhaps her power alone will be enough to beat back Maelor now that her latent powers are being unleashed. Cerelia smacks her forehead, “I haven’t told you!” she practically crows with delight.“Told me what?” I’m becoming a little concerned that there may be too much magic flowing through her vei
Hilda I’ve been uncomfortable in Tara’s presence since the day we met and she blew a hole in my near-perfect life, but I’m glad Cerelia came to me to accompany her to the small cottage we’d allocated to Tara.“I just need a second pair of eyes to help me make sure she’s not lying,” Cerelia explains. Clutching the piece of obsidian in her hand like it’s tethering her to the world.“Very wise and I’m happy to lend you my deception detection capabilities,” I tell her grandiloquently. She’s apologized twice for bothering me and since nothing else seems to convince her, I’ll tease her instead. Cerelia grins at me, “Okay, fine, I get it,” she retorts.Tara looks surprised to see us and I have to suppress the urge to ask whether she didn’t see us coming. Despite my best efforts, I can’t quite keep myself from resenting her. I do my damnedest to hide it though.After a few quick pleasantries to make sure she’s settling in well, I turn the conversation over to Cerelia.Tara’s eyes grow wide w