MALCOLM
___I don't know how long we stay wrapped in each other, but I feel a lightness in every pore of my being. Gwen is here. In my arms. How many nights have I stayed dreaming of this moment?She moves in my hold and I lower us to the floor. We lie on our sides, eyes locked. We don't say anything, our eyes expressing ourselves in a way our mouths can't. I reach out tenderly, slowly running a finger down her smooth skin. She lays her palm over mine and her eyes grow dewy. "Malc--""Shh," I say softly. "It's okay. I'm sorry I couldn't get to you." The moment will haunt me for the rest of my life."No. I understand now. It's just, I spent weeks...hating you. In a way, you were what kept me going, enduring."Anger expands my chest. "You shouldn't have had to endure. Shouldn't have suffe--""It's fine." She reaches out a thin arm and my wolf purrs when she runs her fingers through my hair. "It happened. I can only mGWEN__We spend a full day lounging around the house. Before night fell, Malcolm showed me around the pack. The werewolves were all lovely. The children--pups--were so energetic. More so than Rylan when he was little. Malcom explained it was due to their wolves.Sitting before the mirror in his mother's room, I wonder if my own son will be just as hyperactive. My son...Rylan would have a brother, or a sister. Or brothers. Or sisters. I crack a smile, the possibilities leaving me giddy. He won't be alone... Like I was.I pick up the brush again, passing it through my hair. In the mirror, the jewel encrusted in the handle glints in the moonlight.Then once we'd come home, he'd kissed me like a man starved. He told me it was his first time coming back here, since his parent's death. To say I was surprised is an understatement.I'd asked what changed.Looking at me with that burning intensity, he'd rasped one
My back slams against the shelf. Books rain down, the sound hardly registering with Malcolm's lips moving fiercely over mine.It's the eight time today.My hands go to his chest and I push. It's like trying to move a wall. "Malcolm," I pant when his lips transfer to my neck.He hums against my skin. "Malcolm," I say louder. "We have to--oh," I gasp. He slides a hand under my gown, fingering the edge of my panties . I go to grab his wrist but stop when he cups me fully. "Wet," he rasps.I suck in a breath. "Malcolm. We have to head back. Rylan and Umber are still at the house. Without protection.""Protection," he breathes, kissing across my jaw. "We don't need that.""No!" I giggle. Then I get a grip. "Malcolm, wait."At my somber tone, he stops. "What is it?" He asks softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.I sigh internally. The way he looks at me..."Rylan," I say, trying
GWEN___I smile. Again. It's all I've been doing since arriving the castle. It's just so...surreal.To go from scraping by as a single mom to getting my neck bitten by a monster to... becoming queen. It's almost impossible. The stuff of daydreams. The kind that's almost too good to be true.My walk through the royal gardens come to an end and I turn to the housekeeper, Brienne. "Do you have any idea where the king is?" I ask."His office, Luna." She offers to come with me but I decline, knowing she must have a lot of things doing in this insanely large castle. She gives me the directions and after a quick thanks, I'm going up the marble front steps. As soon as I step in, I feel it. Multitudes of eyes. A few werewolves engage me in conversation and many smile as I walk past. And their joy is so infectious I cannot help returning their good humor."I thought this day would never come."I turn, meeting an old pair of eyes. "Hello," I say, offering a smile. "Gwen." I outstretch an arm.
The rest go to stand around a large crescent table a few feet away from the throne. They are all shaken, I can feel it, but they don't show it. The ease at which they do it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. This is a regular occurrence.The king looks around the room. "Anyone else think I'm being... Rash?""No, Your Highness," a man with shrewd green eyes says. "It's brilliant. The barbarian will be left with no choice than to honour our offer. He might rave and roar, but all that is inconsequential so long as we hold her life in our hands."When they all start to turn in my direction, I close my eyes.I have my first moment of terror. The girl that'd brought me here didn't realize I am not human, which leaves me to believe they don't either. But, his men had attacked I and Umber at Croatia. If they recognize me...The green-eyed man continues, "How long do you think it'll be before he notices she's missing, your majesty?""Perhaps, D
GWEN___For the umpteenth time, I let out a frustrated breath. Night has fallen over the building and despite my stomach nipping at me, I fight to direct fire through the tight ropes around my arms. All that comes out is a tendril if smoke. And with my arms bound, I have no hope of being able to control water.Herra Eunice's voice chooses at that moment to float into my mind. To weild fire, you have to become one yourself...Think, Astrid, what is the most furious you've been...Anxiety grips me. In Mount Ilya, Malcolm had been my sole reason for anger. Now that I've found I had no reason to hate him, I don't feel that dark thrill anymore, the one capable of summoning wings of fire, or even a paltry fireball.The doors open and in the moonlight, I make out long, white hair. I tense.Elenora's steps draw closer. When she stands before me, I have only a moment to take in the fresh leather of her boot before it comes flying into my face
Wind roars through my ears and my heart races at breakneck speed. I shut my eyes against the killing drop rushing up my face. A burst of power surges through me and with everything I am, I will wings of fire to sprout from my back.It doesn't work.Fear explodes within me and I cross my hands over my face, a last, useless attempt to shield my fall. But then I'm suspended in the air. My heart soars. A quick look behind shows me two flaming wings!I flex them, coming to a startling discovery. They feel just like limbs! I amp my speed, soaring high above the castle. I squint, shielding my eyes from the sun with one hand. In a distance, I make out a glinting blue current. On further inspection, I see it's a raging vortex. A portal? I start in that direction.One look below has me dragging in a breath. What is this place?Stretching the wide, deserted space are large mountains. White coats their soaring peaks, drifts of snow curling around the rocky spi
Two weeks later.__"How is he?""He's recovering, Luna," the healer says."How long until he's fully recovered?""We cannot know for sure, Luna. He might... He might not--""I want to see him.""Luna, I don't think that's advisable. He isn't in the best condition.""Step out of the way," I say.The guards standing post to the healer's wing tense, torn between letting me through and sparing me form seeing whatever's beyond. They relax when they see Elias approaching. The Elder comes to stand beside me, immediately reading the situation. He turns to me. "Come, Luna. Take a walk with me. I have important news for you."I hesitate, wanting more than anything to see Malcolm. His life is hanging on by a thread. Literally. Elenora's blade missed a muscle. And now, the healers are making the best they can out of it. Misery clamps around my chest. I'm not even sure I'm ready to see him. To Elias, I nod. "Lead the way."
Three weeks laterCoronation day.___Everything is in place, the procession has led to the wonderful arrangement by the sea side. Cream lights thread colourful garlands, lanterns winding around fluted pillars. From where I stand, I see the mighty throne. On it sits Bowen, here in place of his brother. Beside him is another throne. It's almost the same size as the king's."Okay, remember. Go up there, wait for the elder to tie both your hands together. Then he'll place the crown on your head and it's over. You've got this," Umber says.Still I don't stand from my position with my knees to my chest. Dread is a living thing within me.I couldn't do this without Malcolm.I couldn--Hands grasp my face. Umber pulls my gaze to her's. "Look at me. You," she spells out slowly, "have. Got. This. Say it after me."My mouth moves. "I..."She expels a breath, eyes softening. "Gwen. You battled an entire Eld
RYLANShe takes wild jabs at me, stabbing the air each time I leap away. Now I land behind her and she spins around, face red from exertion and just the littlest bit of irritation. Falling into stance again, we start a slow dance around each other. My lips twitch."You won't be laughing for much longer," she says. She lunges, focused ruthlessly on my shoulder. Last minute, I block, knocking her wrist with the heel of my palm. The dagger falls to the ground and when she makes a dash for it, I grab her, pinning her to me with just the slightest pressure on her neck.I lean down. "Always," I say against her ear, breathing hard, "have your full attention on your opponent, not on only where you aim to attack."Her elbows come down on my arms and she wrenches out of my grasp. I grin. "Impressive."She picks her blade off the ground, coming at me again. This time I attack, feinting a right just to place the tip of my dagger against the smooth line of her throat.Time suspends.When my eyes s
RYLANWhen the sound of crushed leaves sound, I look down from my high vantage point. Emmaline.Through the darkness, I watch her advance forward. Her head snaps around, looking for sign of me. Unnoticed, I use the time to look at her. She's dressed in all black, but had forgotten to hide the most important thing. Her blonde beacon of a hair. I stifle an eye roll. She really did choose the right colour.When I jump down. I hear her gasp. But she turns around and releases a loaded breath on realizing it's just me."You sacred me," she breathes."I'm sorry."I notice there are bags under her eyes and there's an air of sadness around her that I can't explain. "Are you okay?" I find myself asking."Yes. Of course."I shrug. Fine then."Come on."We walk for what seems like an eternity. The pen is located at a really remote part of the school. The gatekeeper really took his privacy serious.We walk by moss covered plants, the scent of fresh water and evergreens strong in the air. I look ba
Once I enter the dinning hall the next morning, I wish I didn't.Sophie is sitting with a group of girls. Among them is Sharlene.I grip the strap of my bag on reflex and start to walk past them, hoping I looked indifferent. But soon that is all I become consumed with. How do I make them realize that I don't give a f*ck? Do I wave at her? Act like I don't see her?Am I waking too straight?My anxiety vanishes. It's replaced with something acidic, and painful. I see Rylan.He's with Sabrina.The wall I'd erected around myself threatens to crack. When I slide into an empty table, I feel irritation at myself well. Why did I think anything between us had changed?He's only helping me out of some misguided responsibility and not because, heaven forbid, he likes me. A hysterical laugh bubbles to the surface but it morphs into a lump and lodges at the back of my throat when Sophie's table breaks out in laughter.What are they talking about?Is it me?My stomach clenches. Did she tell them wh
Without wasting any more time, I turn on my heels and rush in. The empty room stops me short. Reaching up, I absently start to untangle my hair, drawing out stubborn leaves. My hand freezes mid air when the murmur of a crowd down below becomes audible.I rake my fingers through my hair frantically, desperately hoping I've managed to remove any evidence of being in the woods. Throwing the door open, I rush down the cold halls. The stairwell is suddenly too long, every step I take sending a rush of dread snaking through me.Finally I get to the common room. Following the voices, I make my way to the dinning hall.Up to a hundred pairs of eyes turn to laser on me. I fight the urge to shrink away.The girls wear varying looks of irritation, still in their night wear. Veloria's matron is the last to notice me. The dread in her eyes gives way to shock and then concern before her eyes turn cold. I notice someone shoot up. "Emmaline!"Sophie.She pushes away from her crowded table, heading in
EMMAShit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.Shit!We leap across another tree, legs pounding down on hard gravel. Rylan still hasn't left my hand, his strong grip steering me relentlessly."Don't let them get away!" A guard yells.When I stumble over the uneven ground, Rylan catches me, wrapping a large hand around my bicep. He hauls me to my feet easily, pushing me in front of him. My breaths tear out of me and the wind whips my face punishingly, sending hair and the scent of evergreens into my nose. Gnarled branches lie low, preventing our desperate escape."Wha--" My gasp is torn when Rylan nudges me in a different direction. The sound of water slapping against boulders become evident.When we get to the raging stream, he shrugs off his bag, throwing it into the river. The practice dummy follows soon after. He spins on me, motioning for my bag. My eyes widen. "My pho--"His voice is unyielding. "Emma. Now."A stab of frustration. When figs crack in the distance, I thrust the bag into his w
RYLANUsing my boot, I kick off excess gravel and sit. "Our professor says the first step to welding is getting pretty f*cking pissed."She blinks. "Pissed, as in drunk? Or, like, angry?""Furious. Foaming at the mouth."She lifts a brow. "Well, since I don't have rabies, do I still qualify?""Tough, but we'll see."I cross my legs, putting my palms face down on either of my knee in what is known as a thinking pose. Trees sway to the chilly night air, the sound of crickets and crinkling leaves breaking the silence from time to time. Emma mirrors my actions. "So what now?""Take a deep breath."Wrong idea. When she inhales, her breasts jut forward and I feel my mouth dry. "I didn't say suck in all the air," I snap.She trains a glare on me. "I was just following your instructions.""Well, follow them without trying to be a vacuum. Watch."She watches snidely as I inhale. "There," I say quietly. "One small breath in, another one out."She copies my actions for a few minutes then just sto
RYLAN_"Quiet," I say when Emma starts to speak behind me.Absently, my brows rise in surprise when she does. I fit a key into the lock, opening the door to my room.We both walk in and I catch my gaze flitting around, wondering what she'll think about my space. I hear the quiet thud of her bag hitting the floor. She is dressed in black, her blonde hair standing out like a beacon. Her heavily-lined eyes look around and her footfalls sound as she goes to my bookcase. A finger trails along the spines of my books.When she chuckles, I scowl, feeling an odd emotion slither through me. What's so funny?She starts, "You know, I'd kind of thought that you were some kind of control freak. But seeing this..."An unfamiliar feeling whips through me. I discover it's self consciousness."Seeing what?" I ask, my skin knotting.She starts to point. "Your skate boards have the same amount of space between them, so do the trophies on your desk. I can't find even a speck of dust on your shelf, your bo
RYLANThe mock tournaments mark the wrap of another semester. It's a series of playoffs done by opposing Houses in preparation for the main sports competitions. In mock tournaments or 'mocks', each team gets to weigh the skills of the counter House by undergoing challenges--in the hopes of mapping out a way to use it to their advantage. So it goes without saying that no one goes all out during mocks.Which is why Malkar's coach wanted to rip my head off when I went at Ezra with everything I had, giving him a black eye in the process.I don't want to look into what it is about the amber-eyed fiend that gets my blood boiling. But I know that with each moment I see him and Emma engaged in unending discussions, or laughing together at something either of them said: it f*cking grew. Each time he spoke to her, I wanted to tear his tongue from his skull."Rylan, are you listening?"I bring my attention back to Cal. "What?"He laughs. "You have a thing for Elmloch boys now?"I lift an unimpr
"Okay, I can't keep quiet anymore," Soph says.She sits cross-legged on the plush cream rug, burning candles on either side of her. Sunlight spills in through the wide windows, adding a gleam to her jet-black hair. "What happened to the 'I Eat Dick For Breakfast' type gal I saw on the first day."I blow out a long-suffering breath, pulling on a pair of tailored slacks. I slip a checkered vest over my head. "The 'type gal' is right here." I cringe into the mirror once the words leave my mouth."I liked that Emma better," she says. "Now you're like some domesticated poodle."I whirl around. "You did not just call me a dog."She laughs. "Technically, you are. You're an animal shifter."A nervous laugh. "Yeah. Got me there." I go back to arranging my hair. I'd dyed it platinum blonde. I'm just in the process of sleeking the pale strands into a bun when she lets out a frustrated noise."Stupid f*cking wind!"I turn, seeing the drapes billowing. My eyes shift to her. Her candles are snuffed