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“No,” I manage to croak at last. Dread is flowing through my veins like a deadly poison, corroding my veins with each passing second. “Don’t tell me she really thought that. I don’t know why I said it. My wolf just took over and I—”
“Cut the excuses, will you?” Jossie interjects. “What happened happened. It’s done. It’s over.”
“No,” I say again, this time with more conviction. I cross the room and stand in front of her, taking her shoulders. “You have to convince her not to go.”
She scoffs and swats my hands off of her. “You don’t think I didn’t do that? Of course I tried to talk her out of it! She’s determined to leave.”
“But if so. . . .” I trail off, deeply pained about the things I’m about to say. “Why can’t she just go with Hendrik peacefully? Why does she need to
⇼ E L O R A ⇼My whole body freezes. For a second I don’t know if I’m being tricked into thinking that this is indeed Briar who’s in front of me, but the silence of everyone around me proves me right.It’s him, the one who really betrayed us. The one whose sins I’m paying for.In a wicked moment of anger, I reach inside the pocket of the uniform and pull out a dagger. I’m about to charge when Briar snatches Jossie by the hair and puts his massive hand around her neck.“Make no mistake, princess,” he croons, tightening his grip around her and making her gasp. He smiles at the sound of pain she’s making. “I’m not here to play around. One wrong move and your friend here goes bye bye.”One man in a mask and a uniform similar to mine steps out from behind me and quickly snatches the knife out of my hand. Gynith tries to protest but another man intercepts her.“Take thei
⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ “Elora!” Jossie screams, limping towards Elora with a scared look on her face. She tries to reach Elora, but she’s still wrapped in this small tornado of lightning that’s making the air hum with energy. I hold my hand up for Jossie. “Don’t!” Gynith appears from nowhere with blood streaked across her face. I can see from a distance that she just detached herself from a dead man and is now looking at Elora too. “But she’s in danger! Briar did this—” “No,” I say, loud enough over the crackle of energy. “She’s not in danger.” As soon as I say these words, I immediately know that they’re no lies. Elora really isn’t in danger right now. Hendrik tries to protest and just marches up to Elora, but thankfully I manage to stop him in his tracks and push him back in his place. “Let her be,” I tell him, then I turn to everyone. “Let her be!” I know what I saw. I know what I’m seeing. All this lighting and the danger hang
⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ “That can’t be true,” I whisper, but deep in my heart I can already see the big possibility of it being true. I can see the facts. Things are making sense, connecting in a way that they haven’t done before. But still, there are loose ends, and these loose ends are what I’m holding onto right now. “It just can’t be true.” My dismissive tone makes Jossie stand and open her mouth to retort, but a quick knock on the door makes her stop. She grits her teeth and wheels around to rant, but then Candor’s voice comes through from the other side. “Sir Alistair, we need to go now. You need to lead the way.” “Tell him he can lead,” I say to Gynith in a low voice, and I meant it. Candor can lead, not only because I can’t, but because he has a good head on his shoulders and I trust him. “Tell him that I need to be . . . alone with her.” That again is true. I feel like I have to stay with Elora on my own so I can test their theor
⇼ E L O R A ⇼ I’m frozen in my spot. I had no idea that we arrived in the camp and we’re surrounded by all the allies. I try to unstick myself from the wall to see what exactly is going on, but Alistair motions me to stay in my spot. “No,” he whispers before turning back to Candor. “Show her now!” the old man is yelling. “We will not tolerate this any longer.” The anger in his voice causes a wave of shame to overwhelm my body. It’s cutting through the thick layer of confusion wrapped around my head. I don’t know if it’s the kiss or what happened in the watchtower, but warmth is still simmering on my skin. I also have no idea if it’s just my imagination or not, but the inexplicable warmth seems to be getting worse. “Why
⇼ E L O R A ⇼Alistair’s words make me stop and freeze in my spot. I heard that from him before, the part about me being his mate, but only now do I feel the real weight of it.And only now do I realize how freeing it is to hear what seems to be the pure truth.It’s different now. Even with the hundred pairs of eyes on me, I can only see him. I can only feel him. Our gazes meet as he turns around to check on me, and for a brief moment I see his wolf form. No longer menacing, no longer aggressive. Just a creature that’s majestic. A creature like the one I transformed to.‘You are his and he is yours,’ the voice in my head says, and in my heart nothing is more true.Slowly, the allies begin to back off, taking slow steps back one by one as they lower their weapons. Alistair doesn’t move until every single one of them is gone, even our friends. I vaguely see Gynith hesitating but following the others nonetheless, cl
The soft murmur of voices brings me out of my sleep. Slowly I open my eyes, letting myself take a moment to adjust to the soft light of the sun slanting in from the small window. I’m lying on the soft rug, wearing only Alistair’s cloak and covered in a soft warm blanket. The fire has been put out. And Alistair is nowhere to be seen. Again my attention is swayed by the voices outside. I pick up my clothes from last night and get dressed, the memory of last night still fresh in my head. My face heats up, but I just continue and head outside. Standing outside the little hut is Alistair, surrounded by a dozen of people including Candor, Jossie, and Hendrik. I freeze halfway through the door. “Um, good morning.” Alistair turns around. “Elora.” Hearing him say my name after he moaned it last night feels weird now. “Hey.” I nervously turn to the other people. “What’s happening?” Candor steps forward. “We would like to apologize to you
⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼“Are you okay?” I ask Elora, tapping her shoulder to get her attention. She’s sitting on a bench inside the arena, staring at the fighting area even though the last fight has long been over. “Elora?”She flinches, and only then does she snap out of it. “Oh, Alistair!” With a quivering smile, she stands up and offers her hand. “Let’s go?”“Okay,” I say a little uncertainly, carefully watching her face, which is scrunched up in a worried expression. “Everything good?”Elora nods, but once we arrive at my quarters underground, she sits down on the bed and says, “Hendrik asked me how I will face my Father when the time comes.”“Oh,” is all I can say.I have to admit: I am taken aback by the question. For a moment I just stand there by the door silently, thinking of how to phrase what’s been on my mind and what we ha
⇼ E L O R A ⇼Everything is happening fast. Perhaps too fast. The moment I get up and get dressed, things just go by, flicking past me like images from a rushing carriage’s window. Everyone in the camp is getting ready or packing up, separating into six big groups that will go to every city-state and attempt to dismantle the authoritarian government in place.Like Alistair said, Hendrik and I will be left here in Corrin, but we will not be staying in the camp. We will go with Kristoff, the designated diplomat, to head to the town square and make our presence known at the Feast of Independence.But that would be tomorrow. For now, we have to get the others prepared.I’m currently in Jossie’s tree house, helping her pack the weapon kits that will be distributed among them. She will be with Alistair in the Capital. He’s currently meeting with the diplomats.“You okay?” Jossie’s voice brings me out of my reveri