I stumble forward, gasping, the fear making my heart thud against my ribcage.And that’s when I realize that seeing Balin made me feel gut wrenching fear. I feel myself sinking to the floor, numbly.“Isabel?”My head is a whirlwind of emotions that I’m trying to sort out. The most prominent thought is the sudden fear I experienced when I saw Balin and as I try to focus on that and understand what just happened, it feels like something has snapped inside of me and a rush of emotion throws me off.“He shot me,” I mumble my eyes on my hands as I try to focus on this string of thought. “He shot me with wolfsbane, knowing I would die. He brought arrows covered in wolfsbane to that mating ceremony. Why would he do that unless he planned to kill me?”I feel a presence next to me and I look up to see Damien sitting on his haunches beside me, “You should lay down.”“No, I shouldn’t,” I mutter, looking at his amber gaze. “That bastard tried to kill me over and over again. He burnt down my
“Unfortunately,” Fera mutters and I can tell she really means it.“So he blamed you?” I ask, slowly.“For years,” Fera said, the hurt in her voice a hard ball of pain. “He stripped me of all my status in the castle, punishing me in small ways till all I had left was my lab. Mara got what she wanted, me out of her way.”I study her face, feeling a hint of anger, “How could he believe Mara over you? You’re his family!”Fera’s smile is filled with an old bitter anger, “She was quite convincing. And at that point, she was young in demon years. And she flitted about Damien like a butterfly. I used to be the Chancellor at the time and Damien gave that position to her. That’s why I was determined to protect you this time.”I open my mouth and then snap it shut to gather my thoughts, before speaking, “But you and Damien are fine now.”Fera shrugs, “I had no choice but to bow down in front of him. He stripped me of everything and put me in my place. I never stepped out of that line again.
If my life wasn’t shitty enough, now I find out I may be a defective Righ?“Oh, crap,” I lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “This is perfect. Just what I needed.”Fera is long gone while I sit here, feeling guilty for something that isn’t even my fault.I let out a long breath. There is anger within me as well and I let it fester for a few minutes. Again, Balin took something precious from me. The last remnants of my brother, of my childhood, of my parents.Those letters had held the key to my past, the truth about who I was and why my brother and James lied to me. He mentioned that he had seen someone in our town looking for me and he had been terrified for my safety.Who?It couldn’t have been the rogues who killed my entire pack. They didn’t know what I was.I turn on my side and look out the window.Damien isn’t back yet from wherever he went to sulk. There are things I could have found out about myself. It feels like I have been stripped of my own identity
“Well,” Fera takes a step back from me. “The effects of the moonshine are still there but good news is that they’re weakening.”It’s two days after I stumbled on to that room with the portraits of the Righs. Damien has been in a quiet mood ever since, almost pensive. He didn’t get angry with me for going into what was clearly a private room. “I thought that wasn’t possible because –”“Your false memories are folding under the pressure of current events.”However, Fera doesn’t look too pleased.“What?” I ask her, warily.“This pace is not normal,” she finally replies, her voice tense. “If you keep trying to force yourself to remember and try to sort through what’s true and what’s not, it’s going to affect your brain. So many nose bleeds back to back aren’t good for you.”“I-”“I know you’re frustrated, Isabel,” Fera sighed. “I would be going mad if I was in your shoes as well but you have to let nature takes its course. Your memories are going to return gradually and you have
I stare at her, stunned.“W-What’s that supposed to mean?” I stammer.Fera studies me and then her voice is unbearably gentle, “Isabel, none of the Righs ever had children with the elves.”“But Sila-”“Sila was –” I can see Fera struggle with herself, “Sila was one of the Righs that – lived with the elves for a while. We weren’t able to get to her – She killed herself in front of Damien. She is his biggest regret.”I can see the loopholes in her story, the missing gaps but my head is spinning right now. I’m trying to gI feel numb, “The pictures-”“I don’t know about these pictures but no elf can ever procreate outside of their race. Aside from Balin’s word, how do you know that those children were Sila’s?”Aside from that one memory, the pictures, and the stain on the floor, there is nothing else. All of these could be faked right?But for some reason, my heart doesn’t agree with the logic.A part of me felt that loss in a way that seems to too genuine. I open my mouth and t
I fall back as he straddles me, licking my face.“How are you here?!” I’m half crying as I grab his neck, hugging him. He just barks happily and snuggles closer. He’s heavy but I don’t care.I sniffle, burying my face in his neck, “I’m so glad you’re alive!”“I see you’ve met Cerebus,” comes a voice from behind. I look above my head from where I’ pinned to the ground and see Damien standing there, looking amused.“Cerebus?”The name sounds slightly familiar, “Wait, the three-headed dog?!”Damien raises a brow, “The what?”“The hell hound,” I feel a bit sheepish explaining the mythical creature to him.“I assure you, Cerebus does not have three heads. And he’s not a hell hound, whatever that is supposed to be.”He walks over before sitting down on the ground besides me before whistling sharply. Cerebus scrambles off me, allowing me to sit up, “Cerebus is one of the lifelong companions of the Righ. He’s almost as old as the Tree of Souls, I would say.”I blink at the large do
Ever since that evening, Damien often likes to pop up where I am. He used to do it before as well, but now it’s a more frequent event. A part of me is convinced he just enjoys getting under my skin.Once he has me all bristling and riled up, he remembers he has something to do and disappears. “I know wolf shifters don’t get blood pressure but I swear I might be different,” I complain to Fera over breakfast. “He doesn’t leave me alone!”Fera grins, “If you hate him so much why are your eyes always following him?”“Because he’s – I mean, he’s just annoying, Fera!”Fera laughs, grabbing some more butter from across the table, “I wish I could say that this will stop but it won’t. You might not see him for a couple of days though. He and Seth are planning to go repair the barrier. I don’t know when he’s leaving though.”I hesitate, “How is Seth?”Fera’s smile disappears and she looks down at her plate, “He lost both sisters in one go. Both at his own sword. That does something to a
“God, I hate you,” I mutter as I throw myself onto the bed.Damien is watching me from the doorway, “You know I can help you feel better.”“No thanks,” I give him a nasty look. “You’re the reason I’m in this position right now.”“You’re in this position because you’ve grown lazy.”I hiss, “I would smack you if I could move.”“Want me to get closer?”“Aargh!” I scream into the bed in frustration.Then I feel a hand stroking my hair, “I’ll have Fera bring you some muscle relaxing potion. It’ll make you feel better.”My eyes fill up with tears as I feel my whole body ache, and I mumble, “You’re such a jerk, Damien. I swear. You didn’t have to go so hard on me.”I don’t know why I always get so vulnerable when he’s gentle with me. “Will you stop crying if I say sorry?”“I’m not sad-crying!” I growl, embarrassed. “I’m angry crying. These are tears of anger!”He chuckles, “My bad.”“Just go,” I let my body go limp as a noodle. “I just want to float away and not feel a thing.”
DAMIENYears pass slowly when eternity is no longer in sight.Standing on the edge of the balcony of the bedroom I’ve shared with Isabel for five hundred years, I watch the lush lands in the distance. The demon realm has never prospered like this before. I’ve never been this content before.In the distance, I hear laughter and I look over to see two of my older sons carrying their sisters in their arms while my other daughter run after them, Cerebus trailing after them.I’ve had children before. I’ve watched them pass on. I still watch over their families. But this is different. This is more precious. Isabel has given me so many children and for once, I will not have to watch them die before me. Twenty strong children, half of whom are now leading their own lives, coming back to visit us. I have never once regretted sharing my life span. Now I get to enjoy my beautiful mate for centuries to come before we move on from this world. Speaking of my mate, I hear her voice.“Junip
I clutch on to Damien’s still body as I see Balin’s body dissolve into nothing within seconds. There is hush across the battlefield as everyone stares in shock at what has just taken place.‘Justice.’The words echoes in everyone’s ears and then I see the realization hit the elves about what is coming to them. The begin to flee.But only if it was that easy.One by one, they fall, their deaths painful and horrific sights.The battle which had come to a halt because of Damien’s sacrifice has now been ended by the interference of the Gods. There is no guilt within me.There is just dark and vicious satisfaction.Let them burn. Let them feel what it is like.The whole thing is over within a couple of minutes and the silence stretches across the field.Finally, the Gods face me, ‘What do you wish from us?’My eyes flicker towards Damien and when I look up, the field is gone. Both me and Damien are in this white space that has no end.“The elves are gone,” I say with great di
My heart is filled with a broken pain that I can’t breathe past.They showed up. But they showed up too late.I’ve lost everything.Damien isn’t breathing. I pull out the spears one by one, ignoring the presence of the beings, tears falling down my face, my chest so tight with pain that I think it will burst. I can’t feel our mating bond!Oh, God! I can’t feel him anymore!The wail that rips from my throat at the realization that he’s left me all alone is a terrifying sound. The earth begins to shake as my grief grows out of control. These powers, these abilities, they’re useless to me!My heart is tearing out of my chest in my madness, the ground shaking.Let it all burn!Let them all die!‘Child.’The voice echoes in my head again and this time I look at those beings, my face ravaged with the tears of a broken woman.‘You cannot destroy these realms.’“I cannot?” I snarl, “Just who do you think you are to tell me what I can or cannot do?!”The more upset I am, th
Mara’s anticlimactic death has me reeling. But now is not the time to worry about that. I shift into my wolf form, attacking the enemy with a ruthlessness. It’s true what the witch said. My mating bond has increased my strength. I feel lighter on my feet as I wade through the elves like they’re ants. My speed is faster, although not to the level of that of Damien’s.I can feel some of my abilities leaking through but I’ve still not been able to access my abilities. I’m a little disappointed. I thought weakening the seal would have more of an impact but aside from this soft leakage of warm sensation, there is nothing else.I feel frustrated but I can’t do anything.Damien, though.Damien is stronger than I have ever seen. He’s cutting down the elves with speed, his focus sharp. His laughter is vicious and despite that, my heart flutters in my chest at how glorious he looks. I look at him and that is my mistake.You never allow yourself to get distracted on the battlefield.A
The troops are already waiting in their battle positions when we arrive.Damien brings me with him to the battlefield. He’s wearing a suit of dark armor and I feel tense, “The Rubab Stone-”“I’ll have to be more careful,” his voice is calm. “Last time I wasn’t as aware. This time I know I am not invincible.”“Damien,” my heart is twisting in my chest. “I-”He cups my cheek, his voice gentle, “I’ll be fine, little wolf. Just don’t leave your guards.”I know he would have preferred to stash me somewhere but it’s clear that he wants me close by. After so many traitors popping up after the first battle, it only makes sense.“Don’t let anybody catch you off guard,” he thrusts a sword into my hand. “Trust your instinct when you fight. They’re going to try and separate us. Let’s make sure that, that doesn’t happen.”I give him a small smile, feeling a sliver of hope on seeing his confidence.“Okay.”I get on my toes and press a sweet kiss to his mouth.We don’t get more time togethe
“What is it?” “Something has happened in the demon realm,” he says, grimly, before looking down at my hand.I shake my head, “The pain is gone.”“Good, let’s go.”“Thank you,” I give the witch a weak smile, not knowing whether to actually be grateful or blame her for the wrong that has happened in my life. But it’s always a good idea to be graceful.She waves us off and I’m in Damien’s arms as he runs out of the cave, past the trees, towards the temple.“The portal-”“Caleb will open it when I give the signal,” he’s not even out of breath as he rushes down the temple where the shrine gates are.As we move towards the town, I grab his shoulder, “Wait! What is that?!”The sky is orange.“How long were we inside?” I mutter. “Is the sun rising?”“No,” Damien says after a long moment. “It’s fire. The town has been set on fire.”“We have to help-”But Damien holds me back, “Look.”For a moment, I don’t understand what he is saying. And then I see the arrows shooting within the
“There has to be something someone can do,” I ask, forcing my voice to stay calm, despite the roiling fear inside of me.The witch’s voice is kind now, “I’m afraid not. You’re not the first who has tried to seek a way to undo the curse.”It’s hard to keep my tears at bay. The tears are not of sadness but rather of the crippling fear of the unknown future that awaits me. At this point, I am already aware of the nature of the painful deaths a majority of the Righs faced. It was just physical pain they had to go through, that would have been fine. Horrifying as it may be, one can tolerate that to an extent. But seeing your loved ones be tortured? The mental anguish is not something I will be able to take any longer. My suffering may be different from that of the previous Righs. It may not even compare. But for me, it is enough. I am reaching my breaking point. There are so many people in my life that I now care about, so many people who can be used against me. It frightens me to th
The witch studies me, “There have been numerous prophecies recorded about the Righs over time but there was one that was recorded by a Righ who was born to a Seer and a witch. You can call it a curse or a prophecy.”I instantly remember what I saw. The memory of the battlefield. The woman who was held down, screaming.My blood turns to ice as I recall that memory. It still gives me nightmares. “The downfall of the elves. From the hands of the weakest of the Righs. And right now,” the witch looks at me, “no offence, but you are the weakest Righ there is.”I’m being hit by so many curveballs that getting my feelings hurt is at the bottom of the list right now.“It’s funny that you think I’m going to bring about the downfall of the elves when I can’t even protect myself or use my abilities.”My voice is tight with barely restrained anger.“The stars have aligned and the stars have never lied before,” the witch says, easily. “The time is drawing nearer for the final battle.”I don
I feel my knees turn weak, “What?”“But you created the seal!” Damien snaps. “You should be able to break it!”“Logically, yes,” the witch says, calmly. “But this seal is special. It draws its power through sacrifice of fate. Those spells are impossible to break.”A shutter falls over Damien’s face, “What have you done?”I look between the two feeling like I’m in the dark, “What does she mean? What do you mean by a sacrifice of fate?”The witch studies me and for the first time, I see a glimmer of sympathy in her eyes for me, “I don’t think you want to know the answer to that.”I push past Damien, “I do. What do you mean a sacrifice of fate?! Whose fate?!”She looks at Damien before meeting my gaze, “The Righ is a powerful entity. You think it was easy for even somebody like me to be able to contain your powers? No. If I had used a normal spell, as strong as I might have tried to make it, it would have broken against your powers. I needed something stronger. Something that woul