We’re walking through the streets of the capital and magic beats in my head like a drum. It splits my brain and oozes out of my ears but I blink and it’s gone again. Adelaide is at my side and people stare at us as we walk past. The Capital boasts many sounds and sights, but the two ladies I have smuggled out of the castle ignore it all, both of them chattering away oblivious to the fact that I'm walking with the gait of a man with two left feet and blinking more than normal. Queen Tria of Raleigh snickers and Adelaide lets out a scream so shrill you’d think she was hurt. My eyes snap to her but the excitement on her face can’t be mistaken for anything other than excitement. “No way did he just do that.” Tria has a book open in her hands and Adelaide is practically joined to her at the hip. I thought this trip would be awkward, but it isn’t and they seem to be getting on well. Seven things baffle me about this trip but the one most baffling is why I don't feel okay. Did I take
I stare at Cain all the way back to the castle but he refuses to meet my gaze. Guards surround us now and the ash-haired male walks at the head of the group.My eyes catch on the tattoo that winds out of his sleeve and onto his knuckles but they drift to Cain not long after.Why did I feel something stirring in me when I looked at him in that frozen state?My brows crease into a frown and I try to catch his eyes again. If this is something dangerous then we can work through it together.I feel like he’s pushing me away again, and the thought hurts me as much as it angers me.Cain turns to look at me and slows down so I can catch up.My heart soars.We walk side by side for a few moments, each one of us content with that but my question still rings in my head so I ask anyway.“What’s a power lull?”Cain sighs.He sighs and the look on his face becomes stormy before clearing up not a moment later. He turns to me and cocks an eyebrow.“Have you ever wondered why they’re called Kings?”I
Landon reduces the glow around him and I half expect him to lift off the ground. His veins look like they have liquid light pouring through them, but his face… I take a look at his glowing male face and notice the aura of utmost concentration radiating off him... He stares at a spot, his eyes looking focused. The question comes out of my mouth tentatively and I turn to Cain. “Is he in pain?” Cain shakes his head. “He has to be focused enough to draw the power out of him, but that’s not where I'm headed to. Landon is at his full power now. Do you know who he is?” I certainly don't, so I answer with a glare. Cain walks forward and taps the other male on the shoulder. The light dies all at once and Landon stumbles, breathing hard as he catches his breath. Cain turns to me and I almost see a glow in his eyes. “Landon is a Lycan Prince. He has the blood of a King in his veins, yet the power he wields isn’t even up to a fraction of what Rafie wields. At most, if any lightworker tri
I search the “History of Lycan and werewolf magics” book but it only ever mentions King Ashryn the Great.There is no mention of his wife, except for her name and I guess that’s something.She was Queen Diane Ashyrn. Mate and dearly beloved of Aquinas Ashryn and surprisingly, a werewolf.Surprise bubbles up in me at that and a chuckle leaves my lips.She was a werewolf.I thought all Lycans hated werewolves. They despise us and they make it their life’s aim to show how much better than us they are.I won’t deny the fact that my parents didn’t leave a very good image of werewolves and packs in my head, but there are some who did.There’s the old lady who treated me kindly since the rest of the pack despised me for being the weakest link. There are the pups, little werewolf children who would be better if only they had someone to tell them the ways of the pack aren’t so ideal that they should follow them wholeheartedly.I despise my parents, yes, my pack? Maybe.But I know there must be
I pick myself up from the floor and ignore the stare I'm getting from the male in the room.A look at the window tells me it’s almost dawn and fuck my bones feel like twigs right now.My neck burns and my head is pounding but the only thing I can think of is the library lady.“She’s a Lycan isn’t she?” Ash-haired Priam looks over at the dead body on the floor and nods before turning back to me. “Are you okay?”“Was she related to you?”My mind draws a line through the events that led up to this and it could have been a coincidence, but she got him to get me out of here. He could be her son for all I know. Or her grandson.Why the fuck did he even kill her!The surge of anger I feel lets me know I'm currently frustrated. Not only by the fact that I didn't find what I came for but also by the fact that a lady had to die because Lyros came here looking for me.And slut?Is he being serious? What was I slutting with, the books?“Are you okay Lady Adelaide?”The boom in the voice I hea
“Wake up.”I know this can’t last forever. “I said wake up!”But do I have to be woken up this way? My eyes snap open just in time to find Lyros heaving, his bare chest rising and falling as rivulets of sweat roll down.It’s bad for me to find him sexy right? I just woke up from sleep and despite the uniform sprinkle of dark hair I can see on his chest and chin, he killed someone.It sounds silly, the fact that I'm going for that, but the librarian did nothing to him. And now he’s here, his nose flaring, his chest heaving, my bleary eyes almost slam shut as I stare at him but I force them open.My bones feel liquid and my body feels well-rested.It’s surprising what grief-filled sleep will do to you.When Lyros glares at me again, I take the blanket I used to cover myself, hold it tighter against my chest, and get up from the bed.I make sure to cover myself adequately before I walk away and the first place I head to is the bathroom.I reek.I shut the door but something hits it. So
“Hand me a towel.”Cain stretches one through the door and I take it. I squeeze my hair and let it stick to my back. Cain has a small smile on his face when I come out and that awkward feeling settles in between us again.I look around for any special dress His Majesty the Lycan king must have set out but I find nothing.“Here.”Cain walks to the door and opens it. He bends to pick something and I admire firm round buttcheeks before he stands up and catches me staring.He smirks and hands me a package bound with a bit of green ribbon.I take it and untie the green ribbonI know it’s fabric. I can see its fabric, but I'm still surprised at the fact that I got a shirt and pants.“These too.”I look up but Cain is already mid-rise so I can’t admire anything to its fullest extent.He drops them on the bed and slumps onto it, looking at the ceiling.My heart soars at the sight of boots and I pick them up. I hesitate when the thought of going to the bathroom and changing there occurs to me
Cain escorts me out of the room after helping me tie the green ribbon into my hair. My heart is pounding and my pulse is racing but it’s okay. This isn’t the end of the world. So Raymel is still angry that I stole the staff from his father’s manor, I am not surprised. He bashed my face in because of any of that, yet I can't remember any of it. I let my legs take me through the hall and down the stairs while my brain runs. It’s not enough that Rayme gets to know we’re after something, he’ll try to stop us from getting it, or try to get it himself. His experience with Lyros is still cataloged in some part of my brain. The wife who never loved him but loved Lyros instead and who Lyros killed, since he does that and no one can stand against him. “Has Lyros been acting weird to you?” I turn to Cain and find his eyes shimmering faintly but it stops the minute he turns to me. A frown lines his face as he blinks. “What?” He sounds out of breath and that makes me frown. “I asked if yo