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
Hilda It seems they already know. About the spell and Maelor being a traitor. “I had no idea he was planning on coming after you Hilda. I would have done everything in my power to get to you before that happened. I’m glad you escaped.”The news of Cerelia’s magical powers came as a shock, but it explains how she was able to make a simple talisman take out the strongest mage of this generation. “Thank you, I know you would have Cerelia. You know Maelor better than any of us, what would you suggest we do next?”Soren clears his throat and steps forward. “I believe there’s another matter that needs to be settled before we get to that. I acted as a traitor to the throne. I’m hoping my actions can be forgiven, but I will abide by any decision my king makes.”Arlo’s jaw clenches, but he finally shakes his head. “I don’t consider any of your actions to have been perpetrated by you. I know what it’s like to have your mind invaded by outside forces. You’re not pardoned, since there’s nothing
CereliaI can tell how hard Hilda is trying to make me feel at home and I wish she’d stop. This was all easier and less confusing when I could secretly resent her. Instead I’m finding out that she’s smart, nice, funny, a great fighter and not at all interested in my mate. I want to like her. She deserves to be liked. She was dealt a rough hand and came out the other side not only whole, but triumphantly, ecstatically happy.I still do everything in my power to avoid spending time with her. It’s taking a bit of time to gather the ingredients and objects I need and I request solitude for the casting. It’s not necessary, but I’m nervous enough that I’ll fail, I don’t want an audience watching it happen.Once I’m in the protective circle of salt, I sprinkle herbs into the copper basin filled with water, heating it to release the fragrances. Lavender for clarity, sage for guidance and rosemary for a clear mind. I surround myself with the crystals and candles, carefully placed in the corre
(Hilda)“Get down!” Every arrow that flies by makes me fear for my mate’s safety. I stand above him, staring at the enemy who is approaching quickly. I will protect him until I die, I know that. Because I know he would do the same. “If I don’t make it, I hope you can find your second chance mate and be happy with her…” I say, clutching my weapon. “Hilda, you can’t fight them alone, you have to go! You have to run!” my mate Alpha Soren shouts with the last of his strength. He tries to lift himself off the ground, reaching for me, and I take his hand. “I’m not going anywhere.” I kneel beside him, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Soren. We’re going to survive this together. Or we will die together.” “No!” He yells. “You have to run!”As the words leave his lips an arrow strikes me. I collapse to the ground, laying beside him, as he cry out my name. I want to comfort him, to tell him I am alright, but the pain is too much. But still, I struggle to get back up. I am going to keep
(Hilda)It’s Cerelia’s Luna coronation ceremony today. It’s almost funny that only yesterday, I believed today would be my coronation day. I had imagined it. The flowers, the music, the happiness I would feel standing beside him. But now it is her flowers, her music, and her happiness. The pack gathers in the clearing, everyone dressed in their finest, smiles adorning their faces. The air is full of joy and celebration, the scent of flowers and the sound of laughter permeating the space. Everywhere I look, there are signs of festivity and happiness. It feels like a cruel joke. I walk slowly through the crowd, each step sending a jolt of pain through my body. The physical discomfort is nothing compared to the agony in my heart. I try to search for my old friends in the crowd but I don’t find them. The only thing I can see is Soren and Cerelia standing together, their hands intertwined, looking at each other with such love and adoration that it brings tears to my eyes. It is the s
(Hilda)I struggle and try to fight them off, but my muscles are still weak from a year of lying down. Each movement is a painful reminder of my vulnerability. The warrior’s grips tighten, and my attempts to break free are futile. As the crowd recognizes me as the former Beta, their attitudes shift. Hatred and vengeance flare in their eyes. The whispers turn into shots, and more of them surround me, eager to settle old scores. They are not just following orders, they really want to hurt me.The hands that once fought me on the battlefield now claw and pull, dragging me away. Panic surges through me as I feel myself being overwhelmed. Desperation claws at my heart, and my vision blurs with tears. I am on the brink of losing myself when I hear a familiar voice. “Stop!” Soren’s command cuts through the chaos. He pushes through the crowd, his presence halting the onslaught. The warriors hesitate, releasing their hold on me. For a brief moment, a spark of hope ignites in my heart. May
(Hilda)The cabin’s suffocating walls form a prison that makes me almost lose myself completely. So I am pleasantly surprised when two of Damon’s men grab me and throw me on the cold hard ground outside. I look up and there are a dozen or more of them all standing around me with bow and arrows in hands.Then the realization hits me. They want to hunt me for sport.I thought Damon’s cruelty had reached its limit, apparently not.“Go on, little wolf. I’ll give you a head start!” Damon says, smiling maliciously at me.I know it’s not a smart move to comply, but every fiber of my being screams for freedom.The night was my ally. The moon is high, casting a silver glow over the forest. I move quickly, my footsteps silent against the forest floor. Each step takes me further from the cabin, from Damon’s grip, and towards the unknown. But I know this journey won’t be easy. As I push through the underbrush, the sound of men shouting and the pounding of feet against the ground fill the air. Th
CereliaI can tell how hard Hilda is trying to make me feel at home and I wish she’d stop. This was all easier and less confusing when I could secretly resent her. Instead I’m finding out that she’s smart, nice, funny, a great fighter and not at all interested in my mate. I want to like her. She deserves to be liked. She was dealt a rough hand and came out the other side not only whole, but triumphantly, ecstatically happy.I still do everything in my power to avoid spending time with her. It’s taking a bit of time to gather the ingredients and objects I need and I request solitude for the casting. It’s not necessary, but I’m nervous enough that I’ll fail, I don’t want an audience watching it happen.Once I’m in the protective circle of salt, I sprinkle herbs into the copper basin filled with water, heating it to release the fragrances. Lavender for clarity, sage for guidance and rosemary for a clear mind. I surround myself with the crystals and candles, carefully placed in the corre
Hilda It seems they already know. About the spell and Maelor being a traitor. “I had no idea he was planning on coming after you Hilda. I would have done everything in my power to get to you before that happened. I’m glad you escaped.”The news of Cerelia’s magical powers came as a shock, but it explains how she was able to make a simple talisman take out the strongest mage of this generation. “Thank you, I know you would have Cerelia. You know Maelor better than any of us, what would you suggest we do next?”Soren clears his throat and steps forward. “I believe there’s another matter that needs to be settled before we get to that. I acted as a traitor to the throne. I’m hoping my actions can be forgiven, but I will abide by any decision my king makes.”Arlo’s jaw clenches, but he finally shakes his head. “I don’t consider any of your actions to have been perpetrated by you. I know what it’s like to have your mind invaded by outside forces. You’re not pardoned, since there’s nothing
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
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 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
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 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
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
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’