TonyHis words cut through my frustration, a reminder that Matt was still on my side. We headed back outside and followed the scent deeper into the woods. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air.“Why wouldn’t he want to know if someone had been attacked?” I asked. “Because he attacked them.”My gut turned at that thought as I heard something rustling. “It’s just there,” Matt said, turning his gaze toward the soft rustling sound. “She’s… there.”“She?”Then, as if the forest itself was answering me, a soft moan of pain lifted into the air. A single, bloody hand reached out from under the foliage and clawed at the ground like she was dragging her body. Then, I saw her face. “Ginevra?”Her face was marred by blood and dirt. Her hands were bloodied. Her other hand was clutching a dagger that gleamed ominously in the fading light, slick with blood. My heart pounded in my chest. I was shocked. It was clear that she had been attacked, but what struck me most were the scents that clung
TonyI felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me, and I realized that her sickness and whatever treatments she’d been taking had to be what that scent in her blood was. It had been sheer luck that Quillan had been born, luck that he had an incident that would lead him here, luck that Ginevra was brought here. I didn’t know what to say. I looked at her, really looked at her, and suddenly, the odd coloring at her temples made sense. I reached for her hair and felt the odd texture of it: too smooth to be real. It was a wig. “H-How long?”Her lips twitched. “Years.”I closed my eyes. “Does he know?”Tears slipped down her cheeks. “Yes.”“You were just going to—““Don’t get on your high horse,” she seethed. Her eyes going hazy. “My sister… My sister would have taken him… She promised if I never found you… She lives in California. Invite her to my funeral if I get one…”Her voice started to fade. Her grip started to falter. “Tell Quill’ I love him…” she said softly. “Tell h
LucyIn the bustling shopping district of a different witch city, Stacy and I were on a mission to find the perfect shoes for the Crescent Moon Festival. I had no idea what she and David had been talking about for ideas, but she seemed excited. The air was filled with excitement and magic that fizzled on my skin. This city was off-limits to most humans, so there was nothing but supernatural people around. Amidst the array of shops and shoppers, I couldn’t help but smile and wonder if this is the kind of city David had in Blood Moon’s territory. “This one first!” Stacy said as her driver for the day opened the door of the shop. “I’ve heard so many good things about their spellwork. There’s no need to suffer for beauty!”I laughed and followed her inside. I didn’t know much about shoes, but I would have been happy with a flat pair of shoes. All of these shoes had heels that seemed too tall to walk in. It reminded me a little of being back at Blue Moon. “What are you thinking?” Stacy
LucyStacy hadn’t bought any of the shoes from that store either, but she promised that she was crafting the best outfit she could and then disappeared for the rest of the weekend. It was Monday now, and I still hadn’t seen her. I laughed, hoping she was enjoying whatever she was plotting. After my human classes ended for the day, I was about to head back to my apartment in Stacy’s building when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Hey, Lucy."I turned around, and there he was, David, flashing his charming smile. "Hey, David," I greeted, my heart doing a little dance.He leaned casually against the wall, his hands in his pockets. "How about lunch? Are you done for the day?"I couldn't hide my smile. "That sounds great, actually."“Great, I’ll see where the rest of those troublemakers are,” David said, pulling out his phone. I bit my lip as a twinge of disappointment went through me. He went still and looked at me with a curious expression. “Everything okay?”My face heated, and I n
LucyAs we stepped out of the diner, the sun was casting a warm glow over everything around us. David’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “I hope you had a good time today.”I nodded, a genuine smile gracing my lips. “I really did. Thank you, David.”“Care for a walk for a bit?”I nodded and fell into step beside him. I didn’t want to be done, but I couldn’t find anything to say. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly, but I wanted to talk. It felt like there was so much to say. Then, he caught my hand and twined our fingers together. My face burned, but I tightened my grip on his hand, letting the silence stand. We walked around until it started to get dark before we walked back to his car. As he opened the door for me, David turned to me, his expression earnest. “I can drive you back to the White Moon Pack House if you’d like.”I hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. Then, with a slight smile, I said, “Actually, would you mind taking me home?”David’s eyes were gleeful
DavidOne day. One day soon, we wouldn’t be interrupted. I don't know how I was going to make that happen, but I was looking forward to it. I smiled. At least, Lucy had looked as disappointed as I felt. The morning after my date with Lucy, I found myself seated at a grand mahogany table, affectionately called the Round Table, flanked by Trent and Amos, the room heavy with anticipation. We'd gone over the state of the Blood Moon Pack financially and politically in bother the supernatural world and the human world. "Can we talk about something less serious?" Amos asked. "At least more exciting than we made more money this month than last month, and we're set to make even more next month. Hurray."Trent laughed. "Sure, how about the report on Michelle's date."Amos grinned, and I appreciated how excited he was. Amos was the best beta I could ask for and a damn good manager of the security force. He and Blue were the best thing that had ever happened to Blood Moon. "You look gleeful,"
DavidI pictured a stone dropping into the pool, creating delicate ripples that danced across the surface. It was a soothing image, and I focused on it with intent."As you watch those ripples," Trent instructed, "allow your thoughts to wander. Don't force anything. Let your mind drift and be open to whatever images or impressions come to you."I followed his guidance, letting my thoughts roam freely. For a moment, nothing happened. But then, like a whisper in the back of my mind, I began to see fleeting images. I saw Blue in the market, yelling at a butcher. He yelled back. "You old windbag. Cut me a decent roast for a black wolf, damn you!""Old windbag?" I asked.Amos snickered. "Are you thinking about Blue?""A roast," I said as the vision shifted, and an old woman came, pinching Blue's cheek affectionately before fussing at the butcher."Why do you always treat Chandraneel like this? Cut the roast, dear.""Chandraneel?"I asked, opening my eyes. Amos' jaw dropped open. "That's h
MattI slipped through the dimly lit hallway of the nondescript building, my footsteps barely making a sound on the worn carpet. The flickering overhead lights cast eerie shadows as I moved quickly down the hallway. It felt like every shadow was someone waiting to jump out and attack me. My heart was racing with paranoia. My heart felt like it was in my throat. I should have just remained hungry, damn it. As I approached the door marked 202, I fumbled with my keys. Once. Twice--dropped them and tried again. When I finally got inside, I sucked in a deep breath. I locked the door behind me, my hands trembling slightly. It wasn't just the fear of being discovered by Oren or his loyal subjects that had me on edge.It was this feeling, like a warning from beyond the grave, whispers from the universe, or something, that had me nervous to do anything. I had barely left the hotel since I'd gotten the room, and sometimes, I considered never leaving it.I'd had better days, but I couldn't thin
LucyThe morning sun, a mischievous wink through the blinds, painted golden stripes across our bed. I snuggled deeper into the warmth of David's embrace, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a soothing lullaby. He slipped his hand across my lower back. The warmth of his bare skin against mine set a spark of pleasure through me. He rumbled low and content into my hair. “Wake up,” David rumbled. He kissed my head and twined a curl around his finger. “We have things to do.”“You shouldn’t have kept me up all night.”He chuckled. “You didn’t say that last night.”I nudged him. He dipped his head to nip my lips. “You know, if it’s too much, you can always tell me to slow down.”He’d been saying that for five years now, and I never found a reason to tell him to. He knew that. His eyes flickered between colors. I nipped his lower lip. “Give me a reason.”He smirked and rolled me onto my back. “To slow down or…”“To get up,” I said as he kissed
LucyI sat on the cold stone, watching her, but she didn’t move another muscle. I didn’t know how long it had been, but it didn’t matter. The spectral glow around her was starting to dim, and my mind was just too stressed to do too much thinking. The light of the ritual, the spell I’d used, the blood on my hands all flashed through my mind, and part of me wondered if it was all just a dream. I looked down at the stained and ruined gown. The armor was as pristine as ever, but most of the embroidered roses were torn or stained. This dress would never be white again, let alone whole. I flicked a piece of the long, gossamer fabric and shook my head. I really liked this dress.“Lucy!”I turned my head toward the sound of David’s voice, wrung out and relieved to hear him. He was rushing through the air towards me. He dropped down a few feet from me, looking so worried I could cry.I smiled at him as he dropped to his knees beside me and threw his arms around me,
LucyI sailed through the air, landing with a jarring thud within the ritual circle. With a trembling hand, I pushed myself up, my senses on high alert. A figure, cloaked in darkness, appeared in front of me. My blood ran cold. Selene."Well, well, Lucy," her voice, honeyed yet laced with venom, slithered into the darkness. "Thank you ever so much for making this easy at last.”I grit my teeth. I wouldn't go down without a fight. Straightening my shoulders, I met her gaze, my voice shaking but resolute. "You underestimate me.” “No, Lucy,” her voice dropped, and a cruel smile twisted her lips. "You underestimate me.” The chanting grew louder around me. I lunged for the necklace, my fingers grazing its cold surface before Selene snatched it away, a triumphant gleam in her eyes. But that touch, fleeting as it was, ignited something. I felt her pushing at my mind. I felt her shoving me back until I could see the forest from before, and we were fighting in a ci
MattMy vision pulsed and flickered, a strobe light of pain blurring the edges of reality. Tony rained blows down on me, slashing with claws. Each hit chipped away at my resolve and my control, leaving behind a raw desperation to end this quickly. My armor protected me from most of the damage, but still. He was always the stronger of the two of us. I thought it was just because he was the older of the two of us, but this was different. I thought for sure he was going to bite off my head. Then, a flash of golden light arced through the air, and a spear lanced past my shoulder, catching Tony square in the chest. I turned back to see Ginevra hovering in the air. Her golden dress glowed as she passed me with a glowing winge spreading from her back. What the absolute fuck?Tony staggered, falling to the ground, and Dad darted forward, encasing Tony in a shimmering web of light. The wave turned to chains. He thrashed and howled, straining against the magical bonds, but t
LucyPeter's breath hitched, rasping, and shallow, then deepened into a cough that wracked his battered body. His eyelids fluttered, eyelids so pale they were almost luminous in the dim torchlight. He struggled to get up, leaning on his Spear and on Michelle. The light pulsing through the Spear rippled over his skin. He let out a soft sigh and stumbled a little. “Peter?”“I... It’s gone.”“What?” Michelle gasped as his hair started to change, losing the gray color and growing dark. His face turned younger until I was sure that he was all of twenty-something. He grew a bit taller, too, bigger until his shirt strained against his chest and his buttons popped. He flushed. “Well… that’s not…” He cleared his throat as Michelle smiled up at him. “So this is what you looked like in your youth?”He scoffed. “I’m much younger than you think.”He grunted, pressing a hand to his side. “Wish the Spear would heal the wound, though.”I winced. “Sorry… it’s a
PeterMy feet pounded a frantic rhythm against the uneven earth, branches whipping at my face, thorns tearing at my clothes. How long had I been running? How much further did I have to go? I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter so long as I got there. My lungs burned, legs screaming in protest, but still I ran. The trail of blood behind me and the patchwork of wounds across my body, chunks of missing and regrowing flesh, weren’t my concern right now. The creature—the wolf was after me, and unlike before, it didn’t seem willing to back off or slow down. It was going to kill me, and what happened after that was anyone’s guess. Behind me, the guttural snarl of the wolf echoed through the trees. Too close to be comfortable. Too close to make sense. This was too much like that dream, but worse. So much worse. The sky was a kaleidoscope of images I could barely make out. They flashed in the sky and in my vision, making it hard to see. I saw Lucy. I saw Michelle. The long
LucyAdrenaline surging, I grabbed Michelle and pulled her after me deeper into the inky depths of the tunnel.“Quick!”She panted. “What’s going on? Peter—”“He’s possessed,” I said. “Just keep running for now!”I saw my Allison up ahead, leading me down another tunnel. Behind us, I heard Peter's guttural snarls, the rhythmic thud of his feet echoed eerily in the confined space. We had to lose him and the other one quickly, but we didn’t seem to be putting enough distance between us. Panic coiled in my gut, urging me to run faster and push my body beyond its limits. Michelle kept up relatively well. We twisted and turned, navigating the treacherous path by torchlight and the spectral murmurs of White Moon's fallen. But the passage seemed to twist back on itself. When we were back at the forked path, the faint light that had been illuminating the tunnel went out, plunging us into darkness.Michelle shuddered. She drew closer to me and tightened her grip on m
LucyI was back in that house with that couple that adopted me. I felt the floorboards creaking as I went downstairs. I saw the men in suits. I shrieked, turning. Not again. I couldn’t be back here. Where was David? How had I gotten back here? I looked down. I wasn’t… wearing the dress or the armor. I had no daggers. My hair was just as uncombed and dry as it had been then. When I looked in the mirror, the skinny young woman who had barely had anything more than ramen and school lunch stared back at me. My stomach lurched. The door opened, and I turned to run, knowing what was about to happen. I dug my heels in as dark shadows pulled me towards the door. I felt myself being lifted onto someone’s shoulders. I fought and kicked, but all my training and all my strength were gone. I saw the calendar on the wall, but the date was different. It wasn’t my birthday. It was the day of the Crescent Moon Festival. I screamed, grabbing anything I could manage. Then, Sele
DavidOren's head arced through the firelit air, landed, and rolled. His body dropped to the ground, still spurting blood. Then, all hell broke loose.The shimmering barrier around the Ball faltered, rippling like a pond, before collapsing entirely. Hunters poured into the arena, their snarls blending with everyone's shocked gasps. “Defensive measures, now!” I yelled, my voice carrying over the sound of the attack. A group of dragon shifters took to the sky as my blade clashed with the first hunter. How had they gotten through the barrier? I saw a flicker of a ghost and growled. “Selene!” I shoved the hunter back, slicing through him before sending out a shockwave of air. She’d been behind this, and maybe she’d been planning this for years, using the werewolf virus to spy on the preparations. It would make sense to try and get rid of me. I was the direct descendant of Fenris. More than that, it was their movements. Each and every one of them moved e