Alex POVYou know she will never choose you with me around,” I snarl. His wince tells me the words slice deep, and I wonder if this will be the final straw to break my family. My brothers and I have been through so much over the years, we’ve had each other's backs at every twist and turn. But that all changed when one of us was taken; then Archer was killed, what little bond we had left shattered. The three of us who remained have been playing make believe, acting as if we are okay when, in all reality, nothing has been the same since we left home.Father said that this mission would bond us and bring us closer than ever. I scoff and slowly push myself back to my feet. If father could only see us now, I know the disappointment he would feel would be heavy.“I didn't start the ritual, Credence,” Lennox snarls, but his voice isn't as deep as it had been before as he walks toward me, his hand outstretched as he beckons Razar to his side. “Maxwell did, the night that we saved that male
Alex POVThey make quite the pair at the moment. Elaine, immaculately poised, from her demeanor to her appearance...and Lennox, with his tattered clothes and emotions barely under control. Looking at them, it should be easy to guess who was royal, but you wouldn’t guess it to be Lennox in his current state.“Yes, I do. But I don’t think now is the time to discuss that. It looks like you have all the preparations well in hand. I’m afraid a few rogue Hunters escaped my men and fled south. Meaning our timeline for preparation needs to be brought up,” Lennox admits, making Elaine grimace.“By how much?”“I would be surprised if our enemy isn't on our doorstep in ten days’ time. Fourteen if we are lucky,” Nox states with a growl, his body shaking as if his Demon is begging for release.“That soon?! Lennox, I’m not sure we can convince the others that this is the right path for us that quickly. I need more time! And I want every one of my Hunters out of the holding cells; they are not pr
Maxwell POVI Wake up toasty warm and snuggled into my blankets on my bed, the sense of peace and tranquility keeping me locked in a blissful state. Sighing in contentment, I roll to my back and stretch. My back is sore for some reason, making me wince as I crack an eye open, gasp, and immediately slam it shut when pain erupts behind my eyes.Frowning, I pull myself from the fog of sleep and whimper a little when I realize that the warmth and comfort I was feeling were false, since I feel like I have been hit by a damn truck.“A familiar voice whispers before warm hands cup my cheek, lightly turning me to face them. I groan when the movement sparks more pain in my head, and the warm hand strokes my cheek, soothing me as I try to remember what the hell is going on.The memories are slow to return; the bliss of my dreams, which I can't even remember now, are heavy on my mind, making me more confused than ever. But eventually, I feel almost awake and try to open my eyelids again. The
Maxwell POV We excel in all kinds of magic, especially the ones that deal with the body and mind.”“So, does that mean I will be able to do that? I’m a Dream Walker, right?” I ask.Valen purses his lips, his eyes staying on my hand as his thumb runs over the white bandage.“You are,” he finally says. “But I’m unsure how strong of a Dream Walker you will be. It’s impossible to tell without a blood and magic test.”“I’ve already had my blood tested. I’m in the Regalis bloodline,” I remind him, making him chuckle as he lets my hand go and stands, taking the small first aid box back to the cabinets.“Yes, I recall you saying that, but have you ever wondered why you are different from the other Regalis bloodline members?” Vallen asks, tossing me an amused look over his shoulder and making me frown in response.“Because I’m from”“No!” Valen snaps, his raised voice startling me enough that I jump as he pivots on his heel. He glares at me as he leans a hip against the counter, crossing hi
Maxwell POVI purse my lips as I watch the tall man in front of me. His shoulders are deadly still, and he has a dangerous aura coming off him that makes me want to run from him. But the sick little voice in my head wonders what it would be like if he caught us. If I threw myself into that darkness instead of running like my senses tell me to.“Hmm,” is all Valen says, his nostrils flaring as he studies me with cold precision. His eyes move from my eyes to my neck, where they linger for longer than I would think normal, then trail down my body and land on my fists, which are balled at my sides. I swallow the lump that suddenly appears in my throat when Valen doesn't immediately answer.I really hope he doesn't take the second option and leave me high and dry up here. Even though I like to talk about big games, I’m honestly drowning in a world I know nothing about. I'm scared, and without Valen, I’m worried I won't make it out of this alive. Pain suddenly pricks at my heart and the
Maxwell POVI open my eyes and gape in wonder as I stare down at the massive castle below. Valen has somehow transported us to a ledge that overlooks the Umbra Hunter Castle. The scene is a picturesque view as large, fluffy snowflakes drift lazily through the morning air. The Castle is built into the side of the mountain, its main gates facing out toward the small clearing that slopes down the mountain. I can see the Hunters moving about the courtyard, several going into the castle while others head to the horse barn, and I can't help but notice this is the most lively the Castle has ever been since I’ve been here.My thoughts move to the Regalis brothers; my heart and head are at war with each other as I try to figure out how I feel. Now that I'm not being chased and having my world upended for the second time in only a matter of weeks, I can see how I should have gathered more information. However, there is no explaining away the fact that Lennox and Razar are most definitely De
Maxwell POV“Okay, so Dream Walkers,” I start as we carefully make our way down the slippery slope of the mountain, ignoring the pains and aches in my muscles as I walk. Thankfully, it's a nice morning, and the sun is actually out for the first time in almost a week. “What can we do? Because I don't seem to have any extra magic besides the ability to call you into my dreams.”“Full blooded Dream Walkers are some of the strongest magic users in our world. Like Hunters, different families and bloodlines hold different strengths and abilities. For example, my strength is in mental grifting and collection of lifeforce. Which is how I took energy from the tree at the church,” he answers, his footsteps so light behind mine, I almost don't hear them.I frown as I roll his answer over in my mind, a few things stand out that don't make sense. But when I turn to ask him, Valen shakes his head and smiles.“My turn,” he reminds me, and I pout, turning back towards the trail while carefully sid
Maxwell POVI could see you, but not clearly. I was observing, but couldn't do anything more. It wasn't until the third time that I was actually tugged into your mind and ultimately added as a physical presence to your dreams,” Valen explains, looking down at me with earnest eyes. “You were scared and didn't know how to use your magic. You also made the Beastia as physical as I was, meaning they were hunting you and could have killed you, Mi Sol. Try never to make a creature physical in your dreams again.”“I don't know how I did that,” I admit, trying to remember anything about those dreams besides the feelings of terror and, eventually, safety when Valen had come.“I know. I’ll work on it with you once we collect your friend and cat. I need to ensure you are safe and can't be pulled into dreams while we are here with so many enemies around us.”“Have I tried to pull you back into a dream?” I ask, curious.“Yes. Last night, you called me while we slept. I answered long enough to en