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I think I might want to kill Sydney.
For someone so stoic and all business, he’s also extremely sarcastic and has found every opportunity to push my buttons the last twenty-four hours or so.
Thank the gods we can’t mind-link because I’m sure he’d be rattling off insults and jests in my ear every waking hour we spend traveling back to Moonrise.
We’re close to the sacred valley now. C
Fallon“Keep moving!” I shout through an absolute torrent of rain. My mind is still trapped in what feels like a dream. I have a weird feeling that I’ll wake up, and none of this will have happened. That’s one way to look on the bright side, right? That there’s a chance I’m still cozy in our bed, nestled against Zayn’s chest, warm, safe, and dry. Not knee deep in mud trying to walk uphill on a trail long overgrown with snarled vines and tropical, thorny plants. Two hundred women and older children, mostly girls, but a few teenage boys guiding grandmothers and younger siblings, follow me and Cathy up the trail. Thank the Goddess I found her, honestly. We haven’t had a chance to talk about what happened, how it happened, or how quickly things changed. All I know is that Eniana and Andy are safe in the coven’s territory already, somehow. Jason stayed behind to fight alongside Zayn, of course. Cathy’s boys are likely in the coven already, given that Stella managed to find them a ride.
FallonI wake up in the early hours of the morning to footsteps echoing across the floorboards. Stuck halfway between reality and the dreamworld, I blink into the darkness, squinting to make out the familiar form of Zayn moving like the beast he is in my direction. I stretch like a cat, peeved to be woken up before the sun. Hours before morning, more like it. “What are you doing out of bed and dressed? It’s four A.M.!”He sits on the side of the bed with a soft grunt. I feel like I just fell asleep beside him after he woke me up maybe two or three hours ago sliding into bed. He hadn’t smelled like smoke then. I sit up, brushing rogue locks of hair off my face, and reach for the lamp on the bedside table. Dull amber light flares. It’s barely enough to see across the room… but Zayn comes into full, startling focus. “What the fuck?” I almost screech, recoiling away from the soot-covered demon with bright blue-hazel eyes who has replaced my sweet, infuriating husband. “What have you do
ZaynIt’s a clear night, not a single cloud in the heavens. The moon is nearly full, lighting up the sky as a waxing gibbous. It mocks me while I stand at the end of the dock, watching six of the two dozen or so ships creep into the cove. Father stands beside me, dressed in his gray wizarding robes. I chose black for the occasion, which I find fitting. Black as the night sky without the stars to light my uncle’s way out of my territory if he so much as steps out of line. It took nearly a week to come to some sort of agreement with Uncle Bartholomew and his forces, which are meager in comparison to the packs at the ready to jump into action the second I give the command. Still, Bartholomew is… powerful. One of the most powerful wizards to have ever lived.He’s just not the Principate, which I think is his biggest issue in his life. He’s the kind of man who demands more and more power at the expense of others. The kind of wizard who gnaws on alexandrite for a simple flicker of more–m
Fallon“I am on my moon cycle!” I rush out between kisses, but Zayn is out of his damn mind. His tongue sweeps over mine before he bites down on my lower lip and groans. I suppose, at some point, I wished to the Goddess that this man would eventually unleash himself, but seeing as I am in a state of hormonal duress, he needs to calm the fuck down. “Zayn,” I pant, giving him a slight shove. “We can’t.”“One bite,” he breathes, chasing my mouth with his, “and I’ll have you ovulating. Don’t worry.”“What in the Goddess’s great kingdom are you talking about?” I bark a laugh, shoving him back again. “You’re a lunatic.”His eyes are still that polished hazel that sets fire to my veins. I suppose it wouldn’t be that bad, all things considered. I am the one in my own way, so to speak. My embarrassment and uncertainty mingle with the waves of desire threatening to have me throwing caution to the wind. “You know so little about shifters,” he says, pressing the words against my neck in a feath
FallonI point to the group of orbs bobbing over our heads. Zayn braces his hands against the table, bowing his head for several aching seconds, no doubt soaking in the scene that just played out. I’m past it. I have to be. I have to swallow that painful, involuntary vision deep and let it fester for later, when we’ve both had a moment to think back on it. I can’t let him see me hesitate. Not now. Zayn is barely hanging on by a thread as it stands. He has the entire burden of KiloKilo’s future on his shoulders. I can cut him some slack. For the night, at least. No more than that, though. I have a reputation as a supreme pest to uphold. “You’re missing it!” I hiss, nudging his shoulder. “Look!” Several different memories play out within the orbs. Some are mine, from my childhood. Some are his, from his earliest days. Me as a baby. Zayn as a toddler. Me at maybe five or six, finally coming to some kind of truce with a toddler version of Naomi after Sterling was born. Zayn and Tali a
FallonMy wavering, uncontrollable emotions and utter lack of a rational brain are confirmed directly after supper, when I feel the sudden urge to curl into a ball and cry. My moon cycles are incredibly regular–to the day, to the hour. Back home in Moonrise, I could give myself a ten-minute countdown to the grand event. But here? I manage to pull myself out of bed and scrub my hand through my hair, glowering at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I look exhausted. Run through. The works. I should go to bed. I should raid the kitchen for anything sweet. I shouldn’t be slipping into a nightgown while eyeing the magic journal Zayn keeps on the dresser, which is open, waiting for the moment I finally summon the courage to write to my family. Zayn has been the one corresponding with them. I’ve read the letters, of course. Naomi and Zayn have formed a camaraderie at my expense. My dad writes short, blunt notes pertaining to the events taking place in the Allied Kingdoms and asks about m
MistyI’m dreaming. I know this is a vision–a glimpse into life happening far, far away. I think I love this power the most. I think I’m somewhere on the far northern coast of Crescent Falls, near the border with Celestoria. It’s definitely one of the fog-soaked islands–an obscure, rural pack territo
MistyBefore my body even catches up to itself, Mom has her arms around me, pulling me into the tightest hug possible as Sarah’s powers shudder away, falling like ash that covers the ornate red carpet in one of the upper wings of Aunt Ella’s palace in Moonrise. Golden finishes blur my vision. My s
MistyCole groans against my neck as I reach between, running my hand down his chest to the deep V of the muscles of his waist. He kisses me again, hungerly this time, his tongue sweeping over mine in a slow dance that has sparkles of pleasure rippling over my skin. I sigh against his mouth as he g
AvivaTo say I’m relieved to be home is an understatement. Our group is greeted with enthusiasm, especially after it’s revealed that we snagged enough deer and elk to see us through nearly the entire winter, and a huge banquet is held in celebration. Notably absent from the dinner is Misty. Lexa







