"Wolfsbane?" Myla asked, looking from the old woman to me, her eyes watery with tears. "It'll kill her!""No, it won't," Una said sternly, squeezing my arm to draw my attention back to her."Who are you people?" I asked, remembering the Wolfsbane laced smoke that had forced Robbie and I to shift bac
I had heard the story of Rosalie and her great, unfathomable power. But our generation, the ones born after the war's end, saw it as a myth, a legend. Something told with great vigor around a camp fire.But the knowing look in Tasia's eyes told me otherwise. "And us? Those born of the coward, Lycaon
MaeveUna waved the young girl who had set the tray on the end of my bed away with a smile and followed her to the door. Una closed it, turning the lock. I felt a wave of adrenaline prickle across my skin at the sight, fight or flight awakening as the lock clicked into place.I felt as though I had
"That's not how I saw it. I saw it as a warning." Una set her teacup down, her eyes meeting mine."What do you mean?"Una smoothed out the comforter in a motherly fashion, tucking it around my ankles. "You weren't supposed to be able to do that, you know. To call on her. Only White Queens have that
"Gemma's father?" I asked, shocked. Gemma had never known her father, only that he had been from the Isles. He had died before she was born, from what Seraphine had told her. Oh, Gemma, I thought, my stomach knotting with grief. I missed her. I even missed Ernest. All of this felt so unfair, and so
TroyDuck was bounding up the beach ahead of us, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth and slapping his snout as he ran. Robbie was sulking behind me, his feet shuffling in the sand."Come on, man. We have to go back for the girls, you know," I said, looking at him over my shoulder. He huf
"Not because we are likely to be blacklisted from doing any type of business in the pack lands for the foreseeable future?" I said with a smirk."And whose fault is that?" Keaton said, his eyes dancing with menace."Mutual fault," Robbie replied before I could even open my mouth, "We should have nev
Rowan-ValoriaBoy, did things unravel.We hadn't been able to sleep for long before Damian's warriors found us again. Dad led us deeper into the forest, crossing the river and attempting to back track towards Mirage, but it was too late. The forest was full of wolves. We were two against an impossib
The entire family had gathered in the dining room and was chatting amiably over a very impressive spread that had been laid out by the kitchen–two prime rib roasts, a honeyed ham, and three roast ducks were the centerpieces of the table, all of which were being enjoyed liberally by everyone.George
RowanMom ran her fingers across Selene's head, admiring her fine white hair. She looked every ounce the doting grandmother instead of a ball of uncertainty, like Maeve. Maeve was pacing back and forth near the fall wall of my bedroom, her arms folded across her chest and her head bent as she tried
Kacidra joined in the conversation. "Maeve is right, Rowan. We need to know what's happening with you and Hanna, or else we'll never be able to help."Rosalie's voice was calm and supportive as she asked, "Is it Hanna that's troubling you, son? Is she doing all right?My first instinct was to tell t
Gemma and Ernest had flown down with my parents and their son George, who was just two months older than Maeve's sons.A moment later, the library door opened and more of our family members poured in, as if they were fully aware of the thoughts I'd just had and I'd summoned them. I pushed aside my n
RowanThe castle was abuzz with its usual day-to-day activities. Servants and maids passed me in the hallway carrying baskets of laundry and trays of tea. I could hear the clattering of cookware as I left my office and walked toward the grand staircase off the foyer, seeing the door to the servants'
"Who? What happens?""There's so much more out there," Mara said dreamily. "So, so much more.""Maeve!" Troy called from down the beach.I turned to look at him, and when I turned back to Mara, she had taken off. "Wait!" I called after her, but she had already made it out of earshot, her footsteps l
Best of all, Troy was happy. He was at peace and at home. But there was still much work to be done.We were spending several weeks jumping from island to island, taking stock of the wellbeing of the inhabitants, and making a list of what was needed. Most of the islands were in need of medicine, inf
Maeve–Four Months LaterSuntra was not what I was expecting. I had become accustomed to the seemingly endless white-sand beaches of Avondale, where the sand grit was so fine it felt like powdered sugar as you walked barefoot in the surf. Suntra's sand was coarse and golden and dappled with tidepool
I straightened up a bit, shifting Oliver's weight in my arms as I narrowed my eyes back at him, sizing him up. A man roughly my father's age came bounding out of their house, waving at me apologetically as he leaned to whisper harshly in the ear of the man I assumed was his father.Whatever his son