Spencer's POVAs soon as I enter the meeting room, I detect a strange smell.My nose wrinkles in distaste. The smell is burnt, almost acrid. My stomach turns. I can’t quite place the scent, but something about it makes it uneasy. My attention dwells swiftly, though when I look around the meeting room. Only Elder Jet and the other radicals are present. “What is this?” I ask, immediately alert. “Where are the other elders?”“You sound on edge,” Elder Jet says with a smug grin. “The rest of the council has other matters to attend to. We’ll be representing the entire council today.”It’s a setup. And an obvious one at that. But Elder Jet hasn’t revealed his hand just yet, which means it’s too soon to confront him. “What were the results of the investigation?” I ask. Elder Jet’s grin widens. “Our findings have confirmed that you, Prince Spencer, fearing the merger of the Thunderclaw pack and the Obsidian pack, took matters into your own hands in order to ensure it never succeeded. In
Ivy's POVThe halls of the Werewolf Council building are deathly silent. The warriors who brought me have since been dismissed, and now it’s just myself and Beta Wilson, who–out of concern for Spencer–has accompanied me all the way here. I rub the skin of my wrists anxiously. They’re still sore from the rope that was used to tie me up. Beta Wilson and I roam the halls in an eerie quiet, scared to disturb the seemingly unnatural peace that has fallen over the building. “Where are we going?” I ask Beta Wilson nervously. He frowns, looking back and forth anxiously. “I’m not quite sure–”Suddenly, I spot Veronica out of the corner of my eye, haunting the council hallways like a ghost. I whirl around in shock. “Veronica?” I call out, hardly believing what I’m seeing before me. Last I checked, Veronica had been escorted to the Werewolf Council as a traitor and a criminal. She doesn’t look like a prisoner, though. If anything, she looks like a guest. Her clothes are well-made and elegan
Ivy's POVSpencer’s gone mad.I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. Spencer, in a frenzy, slaughtering every warrior in sight in the meeting room. I don’t want to believe it’s him. I shouldn’t know it’s him. I want it to be anyone but him. All I can see is a massive black-furred wolf tearing the warriors to shreds. I don’t want it to be him. Blood sprays through the air, splattering on his fur, and bits of viscera dangle from the wolf’s jaws. I hate seeing Spencer like this. But deep down, I know it’s him. After all, the Lycan Prince Spencer is the only one who could possess such immense power. The soles of my shoes feel slippery on the blood-soaked floor. My senses are heightened, and I feel dizzy from the sheer amount of violence around me. All I know is that I need to go to Spencer. But just as I move to stop him, Beta Wilson pulls me back. “Let me go–” I begin to argue, pulling against him. He’s stronger than me, though, and it’s no use trying to fight against him. “Don’t
Ivy's POVThe moment Spencer’s wolf starts to calm down, I feel myself starting to stumble. I can sense the chaos in Spencer’s mind starting to right itself as I gasp in desperate breaths, wobbling back and forth woozily as I gradually start to regain my vision. My throat aches, and I can already feel it starting to bruise. If I tried to speak, I think it would burn. My body feels strange and it takes me a moment to realize exactly what I’m feeling.Or rather, what I was feeling. The strange, abundant magical power that had been coursing through my body dissipates, sending another wave of disorientation through me. I lose my split-second connection with Spencer’s mind and his wolf. Just as I think I’m about to fall to the ground, Spencer, now returned to human form, catches me.“Thank you,” I whisper hoarsely as he scoops me up into his arms. Spencer nods once, expression distant. His eyes gleam with an emotion I can’t quite place–something bittersweet and sad as he looks at the bo
Spencer's POVI never thought things would go this way. I sprint desperately through the woods, mind lost in a flurry of thoughts. I’d fallen into Elder Jet’s trap, purely because of my own arrogance. All those warriors are dead now because of me, and the worst part is that Elder Jet’s plan worked exactly like he wanted it to.I don’t know what will happen when word gets out about the werewolves I’ve killed. Worst of all is what happened when Ivy showed up. When I finally got control of Lucius, I was horrified to find myself choking Ivy. And although I released her as soon as I got the chance, she was already on the brink of death.She can’t die because of me. She can’t. I burst through the doors of the Lycan Hospital without hesitation. “Who’s the head doctor here?” I roar, whipping my head back and forth in search of anyone who can help. A tall, slender woman immediately rushes over to me. “That–that’s me,” she says cautiously. “My name is Doctor Danbury. How can I help… you…”
Spencer's POV“I am her mate.”The moment I hear those words pass my own lips, I find myself stunned and shocked. I’d never wanted to share this secret with anyone–including Ivy herself. I have no plans to hold any sort of Mate Ceremony with her, nor do I want anyone to use her against me. But the sight of Ivy in her coma…For the first time in my life, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of losing her.Is this because of the mate bond? My mind starts to race, but now’s not the time to ponder that question. I have bigger things to worry about. “I am her mate,” I repeat helplessly, looking around at the swarm of doctors and nurses as if they’re holding some secret answer hostage. “So what can I do to help her? How do I reactivate her life force through the mate bond?”Swallowing her shock and doing her best to restate her mask of professionalism, Dr. Danbury replies quickly. “The Blood Oath Ceremony is the only solution.”“The Blood Oath Ceremony?”The doctor hesitates just a moment before expl
Spencer's POVMy heart races with anticipation as I look over Ivy’s pale body lying on the hospital bed.Since I’ve met her, I’ve done many things I can’t quite explain. Ivy is my mate, and I’m more interested in her than she could ever know, but I never thought I’d be willing to share my life with her. And yet I feel as though losing her would mean losing my life, too. I take my clothes off quickly and sit down next to her on the bed. Slowly, uncertainly, I start to undress Ivy, removing her garments one by one. I draw in a deep breath, trying to stay calm.Once we do this, our bond will be inseparable. Just as I’m about to put Ivy’s things away, I suddenly receive a mind-link from Beta Wilson. ‘The Lycan King found out about your plan to save Ivy,’ Beta Wilson says. Even through the mind-link, I can hear the vague chastising in his tone. No one would dare openly criticize me, of course, but Wilson is not only my Beta; he's like a brother to me. He asked worriedly, ‘The Blood Oat
Ivy's POVI find myself in a vast forest, dappled sunlight pouring through the trees and warming my skin. I know I’ve never been here before, but something about the forest feels uncannily familiar. The arch of the trees, maybe, the crook of the branches. The way a gentle path winds and curves around the woods. The lazy slope of hills spilling across the horizon. It feels safe here. Realizing I’m on my knees, I stand up quickly and turn in a slow circle. The trees spread out in every direction, humming with wildlife. Birds and insects chirp all around me. The sunlight is golden and feels holy against my body. How did I get here?I don’t know where to go, so I pick a direction at random and start walking. I’m barefoot, but the ground is laden with soft moss and grass. A simple white slip falls just past my knees, occasionally lifted by the wind. I know I should be terrified, but I feel more at peace than I’ve ever felt before.“Hello?” I call out tentatively.No response.Am I alone
Ivy’s POV“Are you ready?” I whisper the question to Spencer as we stand behind a huge set of double doors. I’ve known him as the Lycan King for several weeks now, and been referred to as the Lycan Queen since our wedding, but today is the day it becomes official. Today is the day of the coronation. And I couldn’t be more excited. Every citizen of the Lycan Kingdom physically able to be in attendance is seated just beyond those double doors, dressed in their finest attire. I can hear the waning sounds of the band playing our anthem triumphantly, can hear the heavy steel-toed footfalls of our military as they carry out their grand display. It’s a show of strength and endurance–everything about today has been structured to portray power and confidence, from the massive outdoor ceremony in the palace’s courtyard to the full military regalia on display. “Ready as ever,” Spencer replies. “This is what I was born to, after all.” There’s a firm set to his jaw and iron in his posture. E
Spencer’s POV“Congratulations, Colin!” My mother is the first one to acknowledge the news, smiling gleefully as she looks towards her son and his fiancée. Now that their secret is out, Delilah is positively beaming as she slips the engagement ring out of her pocket and onto her finger, waving her hand back and forth. I chuckle lowly as the happy couple kisses tenderly. I just know they’re going to have the most unnecessarily extravagant wedding possible, and they’re going to adore every second of it. “I’m telling you, they’re only together because Delilah and I were engaged,” I murmur to Ivy out of the corner of my mouth. She rolls her eyes, but she’s grinning. “If you say so, Spencer.” “Must be something in the air,” Sylvia remarks. “I heard Gamma Everly and Captain Leo got engaged, too!” At that news, I smile genuinely. After all the heartbreak she’s endured over the years, I’m glad Gamma Everly has finally found a man who can match her. It seems that my wedding to Ivy was on
Spencer’s POVIt’s been a couple days since I returned from the Sunclash pack and Ivy began recovering from the plague, and things have finally had a chance to settle into a routine. Beta Wilson and Doctor Danbury have been working restlessly to distribute the antidote to those in need far and wide. We’ve eradicated it completely from the Lycan kingdom and have almost finished scrubbing it from the outer packs. All of Elder Jet’s rebels have been placed in our custody, with trials pending. Based on the reports from other packs as well as the newly-formed Werewolf Council, it seems as though Elder Jet’s toxic ideology has been defeated for good. We still have lots to do to repair our relationship with the werewolves, of course, but we’re in a good place to begin that work. And as soon as Ivy returns to her full strength, I’m excited for us to begin that work together. I set down the last stack of papers on my desk and push open the door to my office, wandering back into the main bo
Ivy’s POV“What is it?” Those are the last words I hear, spoken in Spencer’s soothing, familiar voice, before I slip into an uneasy half-sleep. I can feel blankets being shifted and jostled around me, the vibrations from wheels being rolled across a bumpy floor. But my mind is distant, dreaming. I see fire. Magic. Blood. Frantic voices cry out, but there’s someone else, promising that I’m stable–just exhausted. My body is lifted up from the uncomfortable mattress and laid down somewhere much more soft and padded. There, finally, as the terrible burning recedes from my skin, I’m able to fall into a quiet, restful sleep. I’m not sure how much time passes before I finally come to. As my eyes plink open slowly, blearily, the first thing I see is Spencer sitting at the edge of my bed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good morning, Sleepyhead,” he says softly. I let out a quiet chuckle. “What time is it actually?” I groan, dragging a hand down my face. Suddenly I realize that everythin
Spencer’s POVAs I push past the double doors and into the hospital’s foyer, I’m struck by the absolute chaos everywhere. There are patients being pushed and shuffled in every direction, and the entire hospital staff looks criminally overworked, worry lines and downcast expressions almost completely hidden behind thick airtight filters. I realize the yellow suits all the staff are wearing match the protective suits Doctor Danbury gave us when we were investigating the Sunclash pack. And if everyone is in plague equipment now…I can only hope we’ll have enough of the antidote to deal with all the infected. That’s an issue for later, though. Right now, my focus is solely on Ivy. “Where’s the queen?” I shout, looking around the foyer frantically. A nurse rushes over towards me hurriedly, gaze darting back and forth. “She–she’s in the quarantine wing, Your Majesty,” the nurse says. “Quite a few patients are, unfortunately. Before I can take you there, I’m going to have to ask you to
Spencer’s POVAs soon as I pass the threshold of the Lycan Kingdom, I hear a frantic message from Captain Leo echoing in my mind. ‘–and they’re here!’ Comes the call, which has surely been repeating over and over again for ages now, if I’m hearing it as soon as I’m able. Captain Leo’s voice is frantic and desperate. ‘Please, Your Majesty, we have to get this under control. We need you here.’ I grit my teeth and keep my gaze peeled on the road ahead. We’re on our way to the palace now, to deliver the antidote to Ivy and whoever else may need it, but we’re still a matter of minutes away at least. ‘We’re in the kingdom now,’ I assure him. ‘Who’s here?’‘The rest of Elder Jet’s rebels, Your Majesty. It seems they were waiting for you to leave.’ I scowl in displeasure as I watch the scenery continue to blur around us. Of course that was the witch’s final plan, coward that she was. To poison my wife and lure me out to the middle of nowhere knowing how desperate I’d be to cure her… It’s
Ivy’s POVAs I lay in the quarantine room, I can feel the growing sickness continuing to spread through my body. Alongside all the typical postpartum symptoms, which would be horrendous enough on their own, the burning is horrible in its unrelentingness. The pain meds feel more like an empty consolation than anything else now. I’m more fatigued than I’ve ever felt before, but I can’t bring myself to fall asleep, because the agony simmering just beneath my skin is impossible to ignore. Am I being punished for something? ‘What am I going to do?’ I ask Venetia hopelessly. There’s no one else to talk to but her. ‘You’ll pull through,’ Venetia assures me, though I can hear the reluctance in her tone. ‘You heard the rumours–Spencer is out there right now, searching desperately for a cure! He loves you. He’s not going to let you die. You matter too much to him.’ I chuckle bitterly. ‘At a certain point, it doesn’t matter how much he doesn’t want me to die. I’ll die or I won’t.’ Venetia
Spencer’s POVAs my claws tear through the ice-cold flesh of the witch’s body, a bloodcurdling scream suddenly pierces the air. With a fierce cry, the witch tries to wrench herself from my grasp, but she only succeeds in dragging her body along my claws, worsening her own injuries. Blood splatters on the ground and onto my paws. It doesn’t feel like blood normally does, though–it’s cold like freshwater and feels oddly slick, almost oily. I pull my lips back over my teeth and growl viciously, searching for the witch’s neck in this darkness. “You beast!” The witch wails like a banshee. I can see her eyes glinting reflectively like a cat’s in the darkness. As we hit the ground, one of her antlers breaks and falls off. “Do you have any idea how powerful I am? You don’t have the faintest whisper of a chance against me, you brute–” I curl my claws inward, deepening the wounds further, and the witch lets out another ragged scream. Suddenly, the darkness in the room all seems to slither t
Spencer’s POV“Run!” My warning to Alpha Fierro echoes through the darkened office seemingly unheard. As the shadows continue to creep around my field of vision, obscuring everything from view, my heart thuds in my chest. Never before had I been scared of an enemy until encountering the witch. I shift fluidly into my wolf form, powerful arms and legs rippling with muscles, fangs and teeth sharp as daggers. My growl is a low, warning rumble in the base of my throat. Despite my heightened sentences as I continue to peer ahead, ears trained to detect the slightest sense of movement, I still have no idea where the witch is. “Reveal yourself, coward!” I shout, my voice echoing through the room. “You betray your honour by slinking around in the shadows.” The witch’s laugh, low and melodious, fills the air. There’s a haunting coldness to it. “Honour is a werewolf construct,” she says. “And it’s so unlike a proud, foolish warrior to consider it a cowardly action to win a battle with intel