Peter
I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, my vision blurry as I tried to focus on my surroundings. I remembered going to sleep and planning for a nap to ease the headache I'd gotten earlier, but I felt terrible. I shifted, but I felt nothing around me.
Nothing under me.
My heart raced as I realized I was no longer in my bed, but rather hovering above it. Panic set in as I tried to regain control of my body, but it was no use. I flailed around, twisting in the air, trying to grab something, to move, to do anything but hover a solid three feet above my bed.
Was this part of the curse? I had to get down. I had to get— Suddenly, I plummeted to the bed. I cried out as I slammed into it and bounced off it onto the floor, landing with a loud thud.
"Peter!" Vasil exclaimed, rushing over to me. "Are you alright?"
I groaned again, rubbing the back of my head where it had hit the floor. "I think so," I muttered
Matt I crossed the street with the crowd, hoping that was the end of the chase, but I couldn't relax. Something in the air was still warning me. I could feel my mother's presence in a way I didn't ever remember feeling it before. Quickly now. They're near. I swallowed. The urge to run was strong, but I didn't run. I didn't know where to run. I could feel the cold sweat trickling down my back as I hurried down the street, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The pain in my chest was becoming unbearable, but I refused to let it slow me down. I had to get away. I felt that sense of danger pressing me forward. All around me, I could hear and smell people, but none of it seemed familiar. Then, the resistance to running snapped. "There he is!" I took off. I could hear the heavy footsteps of my pursuers, their breaths ragged and furious. "Son of a—" Someone screamed. "Out of my way, lady!" I kept
MattMy heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the old woman, her eyes piercing through me."What do you—" I pulled back. "Are you—""The protections Eve placed on you are wearing thin." I went still, staring up at her. She withdrew her hands slowly, and with them went the warmth. "Soon, you'll have to make a choice or let the choice be made for you."I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke, her words sending a chill through my body."What choice?" I asked, my voice trembling.The old woman stroked my face gently, almost fondly."The choice between life and death, Matt. Between who you really are or giving in to the darkness that threatens to consume you."I pulled away from her, my heart racing. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.The old woman leaned in close."By now, you realize that Eve knew about your powers, Matt. Don't you?"I nodded shaki
LucyI slumped into the seat of David's car, my legs feeling heavy and my mind buzzing with thoughts of the day. We had just finished our last class for the day, and I was relieved to be done finally. I had been running around campus all day, trying to keep up with my classes and not run into any hunters alone.But as I sat in the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside of me. I had been looking forward to this moment all day."Ready?" He asked, grinning at me and buckling his seatbelt."Ready," I said.I glance at David, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Where are we going?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.He just smiled and squeezed my hand tighter."It's a surprise," he said, his voice low and husky. He twined his hand with mine, and I settled into my seat, enjoying the warmth of his hand in mine.He drove for a while, and the scenery changed from the familiar campus to a more rural a
Peter"Sure," he said. "Whatever you want to call him. I guess it just depends on which version of the story you want to go by, though I bet you'll be interested to know that the figure in mythology is supposed to be like a brother to Loki."I blinked at him. He gave me a nonplussed look. "Loki, father of Fenrir, Jormangadr, and Hel?" He paused. "And the eight-legged horse, but let's not get involved with that."I frowned. It had been a long time since I'd delved into human mythology, or history for that matter."The long and short of it was that they were a powerful species, capable of wielding magic in ways that even witches couldn't. But their power came at a price. They were revered as gods, but they were also feared and hated by many."I frowned, trying to make sense of it all. "So... what does this mean for me? For my pack?"Vasil sighed, his expression serious. "I'm not entirely sure, Peter. The fact that you're a werewo
PeterThe anticipation bubbled within me as Vasil navigated the streets, heading towards the Blood Moon Estate. Tonight was another chance to be with her, to learn more about her, to make her smile. It amazed me how each moment with her felt like a cherished memory in the making. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I knew that Michelle was waiting for me. I was happy to see her, but my mind was preoccupied with the situation involving Matt and Tony, let alone Oren's theft of the Spear. Vasil whistled as he drove."You're not looking like a man heading to a date.""I'm thinking.""Too much," Vasil said, his voice low and serious. "We'll keep an eye on them, but we won't make it any more obvious than we need to. Matt already knows he's being watched, and I already told you about Tony's situation."I nodded. Matt wasn't employed, but Tony was working at an affiliate's company. I still wasn't sure what they were doing here. I had
MattMoments stretched on. I braced myself for the worst. Then, he turned back to the woman."Lilith," he said, his voice filled with affection. "I didn't know you knew Matt."Lilith? The name poked at something in the back of my mind. She smiled back at him, her eyes twinkling with warmth."We just met today." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Oren's lackey chased him into the subway."Trent's eyes narrowed. He glanced at me briefly. She placed a hand on his shoulder."Pack business. I hear it's hard feeding a bunch of werewolves when you don't care about anything but spending money how you like."Trent's shoulders relaxed, and he chuckled. "I wouldn't know anything about that. David and Blue account for every penny and make sure the residuals have residuals…"I worried my lip, watching them, shuffling my feet. I wanted to escape, but that anxiety was pushed down. I felt a wave of calm wash over me.He
MattHe shook his head. "The White Moon Pack was originally a pack of shifters who had a habit of marrying witches; several different families were under that banner. The Ashgraves were one of the few lines that avoided being infected until Eve.""That must have been hard.""It was… devastating," Trent said. "Your grandmother couldn't even speak to her own daughter directly…"He shook his head. "But all of that is in the past now… What matters is what we can do now… What Eve set out to do for you."I frowned. "What do you mean?""Drink," he chided, stroking my hair. "You're just as bad as she was."I flushed and sipped. It was a lemony blend of something that was familiar."She used to drink something that smelled like this all the time."He nodded. "I bet. Now… I want to help you… Help you get out of Blue Moon. As I understand, that is what you and Tony are a
MattI winced at the thought, and I shook my head. "No. And… I don't think I'm thinking about it at all.""That's healthy," Arwen scoffed, picking up something that looked like flowers. She turned it left and right before placing it in my basket. "What's that?""Wolfsbarro," she said. "And wolfsbane.""What?" I blinked. "Why would you—"She rolled her eyes. "Wolfsbane and wolfsbarro are related herbs. Neither of them will harm you, and they're used in various meals in that will help stabilize your magic."I frowned down at it. "Isn't it… poisonous?""Anything in excess is poisonous," Arwen said. "Though, now that you say that, wolfsbane and wolfsbarro weaken werewolves because it combats the communicable viruses like the werewolf virus." I nodded, slowly. "Right…"It would make sense why it's preached so much to avoid it. I grabbed another bushel of it and walked on with her down the line. I reached for a pile of fruit."What's changed?" "Changed?"Arwen narrowed her eyes at me. "Y
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