When I left Maya, Sven was waiting to walk me back, which was sweet since I hadn’t even thought about asking him to.
I was deep in thought, so we walked in silence for a minute, while I got frustrated because I was too far away to link with Cazz—not that I was sure what I’d say, since he hadn’t spoken this morning—and I couldn’t reach any of the others either.
Then it hit me… I had been so consumed with Cazz I hadn’t even checked in on Reeca!
Shit.
“Sven… are you able to link with the packmind and see where Reeca is right now and if she’s free to speak with me when I get back?”
“Sure.
~ JESSE ~Reeca nodded quickly, but her expression was wary. “I mean… I knew that you would choose me and there would be disruption. I knew it was right to… to just follow this path. I didn’t know… I couldn’t see how it would all come together. And I had no sight on what the males’ reactions would be. I was just waiting to see…”“You’re a prophetess?” I said breathlessly. “Rake told me. I had no idea… That’s why the others listen when you talk, right? Why didn’t you tell me?”Her face kind of pinched as she winced. “I’m sorry about that. Truly. At first I was just nervous. I’m still learning—I can still misread situations or… or just see nothing. But even once I knew that you shared my
Cold Heart – Part 1~ CASIMIR ~When Jesse awoke, I was alone in my office reading reports and forming a strategy for watching over the challenges that would inevitably happen in the packs. I’d spent hours looking for any way that the humans might use this as a distraction, or exploit the conflicts between wolves against us. And had tried to identify any way the wolves in the packs who weren’t happy with my leadership might try to use it against me or even Jesse.I’d been at the end of my tether, unable to see any new strategies we could employ to prevent problems before they started, when the bond hummed because was coming awake, and my stomach plummeted.I had set my p
~ JESSE ~It was so strange not to be linking with Cazz. Having him open in the bond, but not feeling free to speak to him there…I wasn’t sure if his undisturbed awareness was a bad sign or not.Ghere had explained how busy he was, and I understood that he couldn’t hold serious conversations and make decisions with other wolves while also arguing with me in our minds. I knew he was right to keep his focus on the things that were under deadlines, and would help the wolves not to overreact to the adjustments in the hierarchy. So I had stayed away. But when it was almost midnight and I could feel him in the Palace, but he still hadn’t even said a word to me…
~ JESSE ~Rake sighed and wrapped his arms around me, dropping his chin to the top of my head, and stroking my back.“I know it’s rough, but he will get over it. He always does,” he murmured quietly.“I know. I mean, I guess I know. I just… things had been so good…”“Is he still telling you what went wrong? Or is he—”“He’s not talking to me at all—he linked me when I arrived in that room to tell me that he couldn’t take time to talk with you all there. And I get that. But… it was the first words we exchanged today.”
“Beware those who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves.” - Gospel of Matthew 7:15 ***** ~ JESSE ~ The guards tipped us out into the room like puppies out of a bag. I landed heavily on rough stone, scraping my knees and palms, hissing against the pain. But they'd freed my hands and ankles before they shoved me in here, so, with my heart thudding in my chest, I scrabbled to pull down the blindfold that was over my eyes and get my bearings quickly. Dark room. Stone walls and ceiling. Warm lights. Cold air. Damp. Shadows my eyes couldn’t penetrate—and more shadows behind us I wished they couldn’t. Left and right, women shrieked and sobbed, hitting the floor, some rolling, one planting face-first into the rock and laying there, unmoving. Behind me, a cluster of guards filled the doorway, with more spreading out along the wall. They didn't carry weapons, but they didn't need to. They were all well over six foot and huge with it. Strong and rugged… feral. B
~ CASIMIR ~I was horrified.When I’d told Ghere to order the Reapers to find women from the poorer side of the human city, I had imagined the wicked types. The women who embraced their fate and it made them bold. Instead I’d been sent a box of poorly bred puppies suitable only for drowning?What the actual fuck?“God help us,” one of them murmured.I snorted.“I assure you, God abandoned this place long ago,” I drawled.The woman looked at me, shocked. It was the one at the center who’d stayed on her feet. She’d been staring around the chamber in horror, murmuring to herself, clearly forgetting that we wolves enjoyed heightened senses.She remembered now.The guards laughed, but the women’s eyes snapped down to her feet. She dropped her chin. Her hair, a rich mahogany brown, the kind that would spark red in sunlight, fell around her face in long waves, though it was messy and matted now.She was a thin little thing, though there was evidence of muscle under those terribly fitting clot
~ JESSE ~As I’d listened to the King’s pompous tirade, it had become clearer and clearer to me that it was not just bad luck that I was here.The question was, would I step out of the flames of one man’s making, and straight into another? Or was this truly an opportunity for escape?“I will be your mate… if you’ll have me.”The King’s eyes narrowed.His servant’s brows rose and he raised his hands. “Oh, I don’t think you understood—”“Why?” the King asked, his voice deep and skeptical. But I didn’t miss the glimmer in his eyes. I’d surprised him.I swallowed hard and prayed I’d understood all of this correctly. “I think… I know, I can give you what you want. And in exchange, you can give me what I need.”The King’s brows rose then. “How very presumptuous of you. But I will take the bait: What is it that you want?”“I propose… an exchange.”“Of what?”“You take me as your mate and you keep me safe like you promised. Away from my world and… and anyone I knew. When I bear you an heir, yo
“Therefore what God has joined together, let no man separate.” (Mark 10:9) ***** ~ JESSE ~ I stood there, stunned, while the guards cleared the room. The King spoke briefly with the man who’d been at his side this entire time, then he gestured to me. “We have a short time before the Cleric arrives. You should bathe.” The words seemed so alien in the middle of this surreal and terrifying day, for a moment I just stared at him. But he either didn’t notice my stunned silence, or didn’t care. Because he and the man turned and started toward the end of the room from which he’d first arrived. A moment later, realizing I had no choice, I stumbled after them. The two men never spoke to me, though the King looked over his shoulder a few times to make sure I was following, and his servant tried to give me an encouraging smile that was just more terrifying than when they weren’t looking at me. At the end of the room we’d been in there was a door that led into a wide corridor—much more obv