~Jade’s Point of View~
When I heard the howl, my Andrew’s howl … my heart nearly exploded. I hadn’t heard it in so long, far too long. I knew it couldn’t be so, there was absolutely no chance it was him. But there was only one other who could know his signature howl.
Someone that I should have tried to find, but my shame and my pride wouldn’t let me. I owed it to him, but I simply couldn’t. I was wanted, stalked for my pelt. He would have been as well.
I didn’t want to trust it, I had my pups to protect. I wouldn’t leave them. But if what Alma said is true, if my Willow has shifted and is now under the protection of the palace albeit with some bogus old lady’s name… I don’t have any clue what to expect from what lies in the darkness. What to believe.
~Trixie’s Point of View~ *Not that I’m complaining, especially since the hunting has been totally off the chaaaain with our sexy mate, but are you ever gonna shift back,* Mila asked. It had been three days that Dawson, William and Brad were gone. I wasn’t stupid. I knew Dawson was trying to do something big, likely find my mom. Try to be a hero so I’d forgive him. Does a good deed fix so many bad ones though? And what about one as epic as finding my mom? Even if all he found was a grave, I’d have closure. *I don’t know. I think this is pretty cool staying on four legs,* I said, looking over at Hannah. Jeanette was standing with me in solidarity, and also refusing to shift back. Victoria kind of went back and
~Willow's Point of View~ Five days had passed since my family came to the palace. Mom and I didnt talk about the wedding again, and I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t bring it up. She’d just come into my life, things were incredible. I didn’t want any confrontation. But it was important, too important I felt. Not to mention the Queen had already released a statement that there was in fact a wedding happening in three weeks. It was the big elephant in the room and it was starting to suffocate me. Dawson had also thrown himself into his work. All three of us slept together at night but there was nothing more than kissing. Our relationship was quite obviously strained, we all desperately knew it. Did mom tell Dawson he wasn’t allowed to marry me? I just didn’t know.
~Willow's Point of View~ “I need to speak to you both, this minute and it can’t wait,” I said, stroking Dawson’s face. He was clearly stressed beyond compare. He needed my touch right now as much as I needed his. I knew I had a very calming effect on him, and I wanted to give it to him. “Are you all right,” Damien asked, putting his hand on my back. “Just … both of you, alone … now,” I said, still holding Dawson’s face. I kept my voice cool and level. When Dawson was truly pressed against the wall, teetering on the edge as I’m sure he was now, he needed someone to pull him back. I wasn’t sure how he handled it before me or if he just had a full ps
~Draven’s Point of View~ Nothing pissed me off more than thinking our palace was not safe. Having a mate has changed me in ways I could have never imagined. Caring for someone else more than yourself, feeling like the world revolves around her, what she thinks. Her happiness. I always want to put a smile on her face, be the reason for it. Keeping her safe within these walls should not have to be a concern but now it is. Not to mention the fact that Jeanette, Victoria and Willow were likely all going to be pregnant together. They were sisters, you could see it on their faces. It was such a beautiful thing and I couldn’t wait for it. I stood, along with two hundred others, practically holding my breath as Mallory was laid on the executioner’s table. Father even gav
~Willow's Point of View~ The entire palace was completely on edge, and had been now for over two weeks. Two weeks and four bodies had been found, not including Sally. I felt like we were living in a game of Clue, but it wasn’t fun. It wasn’t fun at all. One murder framed Damien, another Dawson, which of course beyond infuriated him. The fourth one, framed me. He was boldly and outwardly mocking us, this piece of shit. We all had a strict buddy system, always at least three to four people together at all times. I was barely sleeping, it usually took my mates physically exhausting me to get me out. Not that any of us were complaining about that. It was just under a week from when t
~Dawson’s Point of View~ It was now the day before my wedding and there had been more murders since we found the male’s shirt. One framed my mom and one framed my dad. It was beyond ridiculous at this point. People were sleeping with bells on their door knobs so they would hear anyone trying to come in the night. Mother of course had done all she could to control the press but word was getting out. “Murders In The Palace, No One Can Stop It.” "The King Powerless In His Own Home." We looked like complete fools. Father was beside himself, always more concerned about our public image than he let on. Little did they know or report that each person who’d been murdered we were able to either trace back to t
~Willow’s Point of View~ “Are you the only one who isn’t going to tell me to call it off,” I asked, looking at my mom. Of course that would mean ruining Jeanette’s day now too, but she would understand. Her of all people. My mates both wanted me to until I pointed out it was the best way to draw out Maxwell. “I haven’t said to cancel,” Brad said, fluffing out the train on my dress. Mom shook her head. “I think we’ve interfered enough with the goddess’ vision. What’s going to happen now is in her hands,” she said, taking off one of her jade bracelets and putting it on my wrist. She repeated the gesture with Jeanette and we clanked them toge
~Damien’s Point of View~ We had a few couples dances as everyone mingled and had some hors d'oeuvres. A band played some light jazz music and everyone was in a good mood. I noticed Willow getting a bit tired, her pregnancy was the furthest along and she was carrying two. I knew it would be a bit harder on her. But that’s why she had two of us to carry her around. I couldn’t wait. Foot rubs, rubs everywhere. Spoiling her rotten and the babies. “Why don’t I take you upstairs,” I whispered in her ear as I moved the hair off her neck and kissed her skin. “And when we don’t come back,” she said, giggling. Fuck she’s so damn cute. So sexy. She doesn’t even have to try. Just the slightest thing she does and I