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I did my best not to laugh, cry, or growl with frustration on the ride there. That woman was still hanging around. Moon Goddess, my ass. Instead, I asked Quillan about which Power Ranger he wanted to be. The Crescent Festival would be the day before Halloween, so we had a bit of time.Tony pulled up to walk Quillan inside the daycare, and my communication watch chimed with a message.Do you have time today?I narrowed my eyes. Depends on what for?I'm taking you to get fitted for the Festival.I grimaced and glanced out the window. I haven't decided to go.Do you really think that Tony isn't going to go? I was under the impression you weren't going to let him walk into that shitstorm alone.I bit my lip. I'll check with him, but I'll need a ride, probably.Done. I'll pick you up.Tony got back in the car with a deep breath, resting his head on the headrest."That bad?"He shook his head. "Just… Getting oddly easier and harder…TonyMy face throbbed, and my ears were still ringing as I looked down at her. The sterile scent of I had completely forgotten about Ginevra's sister, much the same way I had forgotten her, but seeing her now cut through all of the haze, and my stomach plummeted with guilt. She looked exhausted, harried, like she'd been tearing her hair out. Hadn't Ginevra said once that Nora always tried to be as polished as possible? She was in sales for some cosmetic brands. It was part of her job to look the part. "Tony?" Matt said, pulling me from my thoughts. "I…" I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, Nora. There were security concerns. It slipped my mind.""Slipped. Your. Mind?" She snarled, eyes glittering with fury. "Ginevra's my sister, you overgrown coyote! How dare you—""I know," I said. "It's… It's been a whirlwind. That's not an excuse; it's just an explanation. As Matt said, it's fixable. She's—""Fixable," she spat. "And the last three years? When you knoc
LucyI lunged out of bed and tumbled to the ground with a hard thud, and grunted. My phone chimed again with a message from Duke.Everything okay? You weren't at the usual spot.I grabbed my phone and texted back as I untangled myself and jumped to my feet to get dressed, hoping I wouldn't be too late.I wasn't even sure if my shoes or socks matched. Was I wearing pants or shorts? Had I even put a bra on? Did it matter? I grabbed my bag, checked to be sure all my assignments were in there, grabbed whatever looked easiest to eat, and raced downstairs. There was no way I was going to make it, was there?I reached the ground floor of the stairs and groaned. There was no way I would make it there on the bus, not even in a car. What was I going to do? Running late? Duke asked. You still have your Moving Ring, right? I can meet you at the landing area.I blinked. I'd forgotten all about it. I fumbled for it, trying to activate it properly. It took a
LucyExcitement and apprehension warred within me. I could feel the heat of his body because we were so close. My stomach flipped at the feeling, but I think I was more nervous than scared. David wouldn't hurt me. He wouldn't force me. He wouldn't do anything unless he was sure that I wanted it too… And somehow, that made me want it more. I smiled at him, reaching out to wrap my arms around him for a hug. He pulled me close, cradling the back of my head in his hand. "It's like you knew I wanted to see you."He chuckled. "I always want to see you. Are you alright?"I hummed and nodded. "Just... soaking up a little warmth."Suddenly, he got warmer, like a low-banked fire was just beneath his skin. The haze over my memories started to clear."Is that new?""Something like that," he said. "You must have had quite the night.""Can we talk about it later? I'm... comparing notes with Duke later.""Sounds good. I pulled back, looking up at him. "May
LucyThe locker room air felt sticky against my skin, clinging to me even though I had cooled down a lot. My body was thrumming with his presence. My fingers trembled slightly as I wrestled with the combination lock, the metallic click a welcome distraction from the thrilling heat that lingered in me."I can't believe he has any interest in you."I frowned and turned my head, looking at the young woman standing a few lockers down."Me either."She blinked, and I pulled out my bag and headed out. Emerging into the hallway, I found Tom, David, and Duke already waiting, their silhouettes bathed in the warm glow of overhead lanterns. Despite the casual banter bouncing between them, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were different. "Ready?" David asked.I nodded, slipping my hand into his and walking with him. We got into one of the Escort SUVs and rode toward the Blood Moon Estate. Tom and Duke were chatting behind us, and it made me smile, listening
TonyYellow Ridge receded in the rearview mirror as I drove. My stomach eased, and I dare say I was getting hungrier. Luckily, Matt had packed me lunch. What was in it didn't matter, but I had the strangest craving for a gigantic steak and a side of that pasta he'd made a few nights ago, potions and all. I was probably going to eat whatever it was long before lunch, but that didn't matter. The dull ache in my chest was more than enough to distract me from the hunger pains. Why had I forgotten so much? How had I forgotten so much? And to have it all come back now, just when it was almost certain that I was going to lose Ginevra? It was so unfair. My knuckles whitened around the steering wheel, and the echo of Arwen's taunt about Matt buzzed in my ears. It wasn't jealousy, not entirely. More a primal unease, my wolf's instinct was sniffing out a shift in the pack dynamics. Matt was drawing further and further away from me, and it unnerved me. The question was if I even had a
TonyAs I stepped into the sterile confines of the meeting room, I felt every cell in my body go on alert. It was like I was seeing Oren and Cline, truly, for the first time. Threats. Danger. Kin.How had I never noticed how similar Cline looked to Oren? They could have been brothers. Were they? I had no idea. Oren had never talked about having family beyond us. A wolf howled at the pack of my head, a warning and a battle cry. War had been an apt way to describe this, and Oren looked like he had already won. The bastard wouldn't be winning a damn thing if I had anything to say about it. I didn't bother to shake either of their hands. I took a seat across from Cline, leaving the seat across from Oren for Mr. D'Amico. His eye twitched, and then his eyes narrowed. Cline shifted, looking oddly stuffed in his suit. Both of them looked like the suits were wearing them like they were just pretending to be civil, but that was because they were. I glared at Cline, who didn'
TonySunlight glinted off the hood of my car as I cut the engine and looked up at the edifice of the daycare building. I took a deep breath and slipped out. There was no putting off anything any longer. Oren wasn't going to back down easily. Maybe with Nora here, I could leave them both at the penthouse. At the least, it was more secure than the daycare.Hopefully.I headed inside. The foyer was even more of a riot of color and excited chatter than the last time I'd been there. I headed down the hall to where Quillan would be. It took no time to see him rushing around with a group of kids, seemingly overly concentrated, building a tower of plastic blocks, his tongue peeking out in concentration. He looked adorable. I could see that same expression on Ginevra's face from a memory I only had a piece of.I waited until he placed his last block before calling to him. He spun around, and his face, smudged with a bit of paint, erupted into a grin that could melt glaciers.
TonyMy breath hitched in my throat, in disbelief and a hope I couldn’t deny. My heart pounded against my chest. Her eyelashes trembled. Her brow twitched. Quillan went still, leaning closer, holding his breath.Then, her eyes fluttered open. They were different now, pools of molten starlight, shimmering with a bright green, like fresh grass. I caught the scent of something like spring in a deep ancient forest rising from her. Time seemed to warp, the air buzzing with a tangible energy. Our gazes locked, a bridge of unseen threads snapping taut between us. Emotions rushed and tumbled through me, a torrent of electricity and magnetism pulling me closer, drowning out the world in a dizzying kaleidoscope of sensation. I could hear, feel, and see everything around me. I felt like if I just reached out a little with my mind, I could feel her, hear her thoughts.Anthony?I shuddered at the way her mind felt against mine. My heart hammered against my ribs. This pull, this u
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