“Are you sure we need to look for a marked tree? What exactly does that even mean?” I called to Xander, who was a few yards away, inspecting his side of the woods. We had been at it for the better part of the day. I had hoped we would immediately find what we were looking for, but the task seemed more daunting than I had initially thought. And by the look on Xander’s face, I figured my sentiment was shared. He looked discouraged. The sun was beating on our heads, and sweat was pouring from every inch of our skin. I thought the only reason Denis, Nimu, Gideon and Leo didn’t mind it was because they had been stuck in the cabin for a month and were finally happy to be out and about. “We just need to look for a mark, something that stands out but is still inconspicuous. Something humans would not think twice about. Maybe look for claw marks or a bark that has been removed?” He answered a little curtly. “That could be anything.” I let out, feeling my shoulders sag. This was going to be i
Otis and I readied ourselves, walking protectively in a circle around Nimu, Denis and Leo, who all stood in between both of us. We were surrounded by at least fifty beasts, each bigger than the other. I saw Otis shoot me a look, and I nodded, wiggling my fingers when I felt the tingle of magical energy flow through them. He was letting me know to prepare for an imminent attack. Xander and Gideon were nowhere in sight, but I could still hear jaws snapping and furious growls and whelps coming from inside the forest. Whoever attacked me was probably still fighting off Xander. One of the smaller Lycans lunged at me, and I moved just in time to dodge it, swirling my wrists and sending it flying through the air with an energy blast. It landed on its side, close to the edge of the forest. Otis did the same with another attacker. One by one, they tried to breach our perimeter, snapping their giant maws at our limbs in an attempt to make us fall or fatally wound us. We had been able to parry
Xander POV I followed the old lady to the Lycans’ den. The den was a small village. They made houses of tree logs with roofs that had wooden shingles. They seemed well constructed and comfortable to house multiple people in them. Looking around the village, I must have counted at least a hundred, if not more, Lycans. They must not all have been Lycans; I was reasonably confident that some were human mates who had moved there when they found their partners. However, as Ida had pointed out to me earlier when we arrived, a few of them had spousal marks, which explained the lack of pups running around. I made sure Ida stayed close. I held her near, often inhaling her scent, ensuring she smelled of me. I still didn’t know if they would become hostile, and I noticed that most of the pack was comprised of males. I didn’t want any of them trying something on my mate. The rest of our group followed closely behind, and Gideon was the last one, protecting our rear and surveying the area. We c
I took to the woods and ran. I needed to think, to get away for a bit. I thought it rather pointless to run away from Xander. He could smell and find me wherever I went. I just wanted to breathe, and the night air that filled my lungs awoke in me something that I hadn't felt in a long while: freedom. Hot tears streamed down my face. I swiped my shirt sleeve over it and kept running. I was in flight mode—screw the fight approach. Panic swelled inside my chest when I heard Xander calling out my name not too far behind. It would be a matter of seconds before he would reach me. I didn’t want to see him just yet. Not with what I had just heard. I needed to find somewhere to think about all of this, calm myself down and quell all this building anxiety, but I knew my legs would never allow me to outrun a Lycan, even if Xander was in human form. I felt something cool and tingling on my back. When I jumped over a fallen log, I was projected into the air. I let out a surprised scream as I took
I had tried for hours to bring back my wings but to no avail. I had no idea what I did the day before to bring them forward; it just happened. Xander brought me back to the Lycans’ den on his back. That, too, had been a strange feeling, riding on a Lycan. I thought it was like riding a horse, except this one was the size of a giant bear. He was quick and agile and didn’t seem to mind the extra weight. He never lost speed. When we arrived in the village, the community shot us queer looks, enough to make me uneasy. “Why are they staring at us like that?” I asked in a hushed tone close to Xander’s gigantic wolf's head. He shook his shaggy mane and growled at whoever dared to look in our direction until we reached Una’s log house. When we arrived, Gideon strolled out to meet with us, and he scrunched his nose, giving us the same look everyone else had. “What! Why are you looking at me like that? Everyone we’ve encountered has done the same.” I said exasperatingly. I furrowed my brows an
We had to wait until the moon ceremony before Xander could challenge Jordan for the right to become Alpha and King of the last Lycan pack. We didn’t have to wait long because the ceremony came the next day when the moon was at its apogee in the night sky. It also coincided with Jordan’s wedding with the girl from the Birchwood wolf pack. I was a little nervous about the full moon. Young shifters had issues controlling their shifts, which made them extremely dangerous. Leo kept resurfacing in the back of my mind, remembering all too well when he tried to attack me when I had opened the forbidden room in Xander’s quarters back in High Hill Estate. He had started to get better at controlling it, but Xander and Gideon always took him away when it was the full moon, returning only when the sun started rising again. “Are you ready for what is about to come?” Asked Una to Xander. “Once you challenge, there is no going back.” “Ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s just hope everything will go smooth
I took to the sky as another detonation happened. I needed to find the catapult or cannon responsible for inflicting so much damage. If we wanted a chance to survive, I would need to destroy it. I didn’t hear two sets of explosions, which meant that there was most likely only one. Before leaving, I turned around and shouted to Xander. I didn’t want to leave him behind while I went on my quest. To reply, he simply brandished his hand and shooed me away while he morphed into his Lycan form and crashed into the swarm of knights. From above, I could see that many Lycans had also transformed to assist their Alpha. Jordan was heading toward Kestrel with big angry snarls and barrelled like a crazed animal through the crowd. I caught sight of Gideon and hailed to him. He seemed to have stayed behind to help Xander and me. “We need to find the contraption that’s making explosions. I’ll try to find its position, but I’ll need help from the ground. It’s too dark for me to see clearly.” Gideo
Xander POV The chaos which had been raining all around us halted. I assumed Ida had found whatever was causing the explosions that killed Lycans and soldiers alike. I had lost track of Jordan when he pushed through the mob, trying to get to my father. I suspected he was most likely dead. This had been a fool’s deal, I thought as I tried to claw at one soldier’s jugular. The Alpha had given a golden opportunity to one of this country’s most dangerous men. How did he not think that Duke Kestrel would not waste this chance? I howled in rage and jumped on the next available victim. The ground was starting to be slippery, and I had to work extra hard not to land on my haunches. One wrong move to the ground, and I could get slashed by a sword. The weapons they had brought had been dipped in silver. One jab and the Lycans would go down, writhing and transforming back into a human where they did not stand a chance against the well-trained Kestrel troops. The screams and sound of sliced f
Ida POV - Three years later I placed my quill down and looked at the manuscript I had finished. I had worked on it for three years. It had been an arduous task, especially since it recounted the story of my life—a life I had no memory of. I looked it over once more, and once I was satisfied, I closed the book and backed away into my chair. Xander had presented me with this blank book years ago. He had encouraged me to talk to everyone and gather all the stories they had to share of past moments we had lived together. Otis had been a tremendous help. He told me of my upbringing and of my parents. He had known me the longest and had emphasized that my parent’s legacy lived on through me. I was more than happy to write everything down on the blank pages of that book if it helped me understand where I belonged in this world. The first year had been challenging. Many individuals came to speak with me, and I didn't know who they were. They wanted me to become queen. They said it was my b
Xander POV Trepidation and falling into the unknown had been things entirely foreign to me. In the past, I had always been the sort of person who calculated every possibility. It was partly because of my Lycan side, being logical, cautious and using those primal instincts. I never took chances without thinking of the outcomes. If I took a risk, at least I knew what could happen, and I would know how to react when faced with them. Ever since I joined my life with my fated mate eight months ago, I had become reckless and impulsive—my Lycan side as well. Everything I did, I did for her, so we would never be parted again, and I often found myself in situations where I didn’t know the ending. As I watched Ida floating above me, unmoving with her heart-wrenching, teary-eyed face, I knew in that instant that she was making a tough choice, and I had not been privy to her plan. I shouted her name and extended my hands, hoping that by some miracle, I would catch her an
Otis and Xander charged the guards that were looking out at the battle unfolding. They had not thought of being attacked from the back. They would have never suspected someone would have come through a different entrance than the ones at the base of the mountain. Xander was limited in what he could do, as he couldn’t fully transform into Lycan form, but he did his best with the situation and helped until I had regained a little of my strength. I had lost a lot of blood, and although I had healed myself, I still had slightly blurred vision and slurred movements. I thought I looked inebriated. The piercing sounds of clashing swords and dreadful screams resounded inside my ears. I placed a hand on a tree and worked hard to stay upright. I needed to get my head straight if I wanted to face Osprey, and trepidation spread over me like a cold shower. I squinted my eyes when I saw flashes of colour out on the battlefield. I momentarily wondered if I had imagined it,
Jordan used his nose to locate Xander, and once we heard a war horn echo faintly through the underground tunnels, the three of us froze.“It’s starting,” Otis whispered.The colours on my face drained, and I hurriedly grabbed Jordan’s arm.“Are you sure Xander is close?”“Positive. He’s down there somewhere.”“Good. We can take it from here. Find the Lycans and help the rebellion!”Jordan hesitated but accepted my orders. He walked away, then circled around and stared at me with nervous eyes.“What of Lynn? Where is she?”“She’s safe with the healers away from the battlefield.”Jordan nodded and doubled back, running into the darkness. Otis and I continued our way down the path until it forked, and not long after, there was a wooden door to our left. There weren’t any guards, but I could hear some discussing further away
Silas POVThe tension in the air was palpable. Everyone was on edge, and the slightest noise made all the rebels jump. We had a restless night of marching before taking a break, and I feared it would not sufficiently prepare us for the battle to come.When we stopped, the rebellion leaders and I discussed the plan, and I thought it good. We had everything ready, and everyone present knew the risks they were taking. None of them left in the night, and everyone was accounted for in the early morning before the sun rose.A rebel woman brought everyone something to drink to help perk us up, but I just stared at the beverage and couldn’t find the will to swallow the hot drink. I didn’t have the stomach for it. What made me even more anxious was that I hadn't heard from Ida yet. She had left us in the evening the day before, and I wondered if she fared well with her wielder friend. I knew she could take care of herself, but if what the shifter that a
The black mass of the western mountain appeared before Otis and me. It separated a narrow passage between Mirra and White Birch districts, leading to either the Spruce Cove or Willow regions. It wasn’t as tall as the other mountain ranges, but it was sizable nonetheless.I dropped lower above the tree line and climbed the mountainside by flight.“What are we looking for exactly?”Near the top of steep cliffs, there was a tunnel that led inside the secret passages of the mountain. From what I had gleaned from the forest earth, there were a few, but that one had seemed unoccupied and our best chance at getting in undetected.“A passage. We’re almost there, I think. It’s harder to spot in the dark.”“Please tell me you have a plan,” Otis grumbled as I took more speed.“I do, and I don’t. My plan was to get us here.”I thought I heard Otis mumble, but I ignored him. M
Xander POV The silver shackles that bound my wrists and ankles burned my skin. I winced and shifted my weight, wanting to prevent the bindings from touching too much skin. I slowly opened my eyes. There was no difference between having them close or open. Complete darkness surrounded me. Only the scar of Ida’s blue mark left a dim glow on my skin. But it wasn’t enough to see anything clearly. The clinking of another set of shackles resonated in the space, and I heard a grunting sound coming from another person. The other prisoner coughed and hissed as the silver stung them. “Who’s still alive?” I asked in a hushed tone. “It’s me… Jordan.” Good. Jordan was still here. He was the strongest out of the ten Lycans that accompanied me on this mission. “Can you recall what happened to us?” “Some, not much. We went inside the village. It was silent. Shifters attacked us, but they weren't shifters. I tore a leg from one of them, but it
I saw red and jumped off my horse.“Ida! Don’t do it. I know what you’re thinking!” Silas pleaded. His voice was frantic, and he followed suit, dismounting his horse to grab my arms and stop me.I shook my arm out of his insistent hold and jumped backward.“We waited too long. The plan won’t work. If Xander or any other Lycans have not returned, they were taken by Osprey’s men… or Osprey himself. Arm everyone, now! I’ll take Otis with me, and we’ll go straight to White Birch Castle. Keep moving in that direction and keep your eyes peeled. I have a feeling this fight will happen much sooner than expected.”‘Then I’m coming with you!”“Don’t be absurd.” I scoffed at Silas. “The rebellion needs you here. Who will lead them all once the battle starts? I can do it with Otis.”I tried to show him I was confident, but I only wanted to
As soon as Roselin and Count Robin had produced and distributed the immunizing liquid against the incapacitating effects of the other, we quickly set for White Birch plain. All the shifters followed the moving party from the forest, while all the human rebels took the road with hundreds of wagons in tow. We needed to move the weapons, the armours, the food and water supplies.Only a handful of elderly rebels stayed in Perch. They would reroute any other rebels that arrived from farther districts. My heart broke when no wielders showed up, making me think that Otis and I were the only ones brave enough to show ourselves. I refused to believe we were the last two left.We had been on the road for over a week. It would take another day to reach the designated portion of the plain, where the rebellion intended to set up and prepare for the war. By my calculations, Junco had most likely arrived in Osprey City two or three days ago, which made me worry.I was atop my