LOGINFallonThe Grand Wizard covers his head, but the damage is done. The rafters splinter under the falling weight of tons of ancient stone. I throw up my shields and fall to my knees, bracing myself as ceiling tiles shatter to the ground, exploding in sharp shards and larger chunks that slice through the throne and rows of stone benches, destroying everything. My shields barely hold. My magic flickers, threatening to burn out. The wind is unreal. I can’t see a Goddess-damned thing for what feels like an eternity. The warmth in my chest blooms into pure, unfiltered heat that makes my skin prickle in warning. The mate bond tugs sharply, like Zayn is reaching toward me through the aether, fisting my powers and keeping them from tapering to a weak finish. Someone’s screaming. It’s a bright, shrill, terrified sound. It takes several brutal seconds for me to realize it’s me. A burst of energy erupts so violently that my shields fail, and I’m thrown across what’s left of the room, which is b
FallonI love bad ideas. Generally speaking, they tend to work out for me after a bit of trial and error. Take Zayn, for example. Did he specifically tell me not to go to KiloKilo? Yes. Did I go? Yep. Was it horrific? For a minute. Did I eventually convince him to fall in love with me? I would say so… which I hope is enough for him to eventually forgive me for this. “Don’t look down,” Stella shouts over the roar of the wind. “I’m not afraid of heights!” I shout back, tightening my arms around her waist. My fingers are numb to the bone, and I’m sure my hair has frost in it at this altitude, but below us, the most violent storm clouds I’ve ever seen twist and spiral, flashing with deep purple lightning, which is often followed by Zayn’s bright blue bolts. A battle of epic proportions is taking place–still. But not for long, if I have anything to do with it. I tuck my chin against Stella’s shoulder. “How do I go about acquiring a broom like yours?”She chuckles then tilts us upward to
ZaynThe packhouse in Eurye is in shambles. Trees and cottages lie in pieces all over the town. The market street is reduced to rubble. The parliament building has been reduced to embers that still send smoke curling through the rain, but the wind has stopped, and while the sky is a smoky, angry gray, it’s calm. For now. My counterstorm kept the worst of my grandfather’s rage at bay. We’re not underwater. Eurye hasn’t been pulled into the sea. “We have a few hours until it begins again,” I warn one of the Alphas of a nearby territory, the two of us stomping side-by-side through debris. Wolves race through the rain, howling and barking, looking for survivors. A few people have been pulled from toppled homes, but so far, dozens of the men are unaccounted for. It could have been far worse had all the women and children not been evacuated early this morning. “Everyone in Shell Pass, the Haven Islands, and the Palm Lagoon is accounted for,” the Alpha beside me says. “My pack hasn’t s
FallonStella shoves open the exterior door of a large, circular building deep in the forest surrounding her village. It’s dark and damp with the rain brushing over the domed ceiling in relentless sheets that send deep vibrations through the eerie space. “Take these matches and help me light these candles. They’re hundreds of them, and we need them all burning.”I’m not even looking at her when she slides a matchbook into my hand. The black cloak I’m wearing weighs down my shoulders as I slowly drink in the room when the first candles burn to life. A sweeping, faded mural expands across the walls. A battle, I think. Maybe an entire painted history of this coven. It’s more than that, I realize, as Stella moves around the room lighting candles. “Whoa,” I murmur, staring up at the mural painting the ceiling. A woman with dark brown hair and sea-glass eyes extends her arms wide, her black cloak faded to an inky gray against the plaster, but her silver fire is so familiar. “There were F
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
*Maddox*Well, I fucked up again. Obviously.Leaving Isla alone to get some rest or maybe visit with her brother if he comes back, I head back to my office. Now that I’ve had the relaxing diversion of arguing with my breeder–or lover–or whatever the fuck you want to call her–I’m ready to get back to w
*Isla*“Can I come in?”I stare at the girl, not quite sure what to say. I’m taken aback that she’s even here. What in the world could she possibly have to say to me?And yet, it’s very difficult for me to tell her to leave. She looks so sad, standing there in the doorway, her bulging stomach protrudin
*Isla*The puddle of water sinking into my carpet is the least of my worries as Sydney is panicking. She grabs onto my arm and squeezes, her nails digging into my skin.“What? My water broke?” she shouts. “That means I’m having this baby right now?”“Well, soon,” I tell her, prying her fingernails out
*Isla*All the information that Mystica is giving me is too much for my mind to process all at once. I’m going to need a few moments to get it all into my brain. For now, I’m still stuck on trying to grasp the idea that I'm pregnant.I’m pregnant, and my child was not only exposed to the wolfsbane tha







