MaximusI'm informed that a few carriages from GrayLeaf have arrived. Veronica is nervous about this. She's pacing my bedroom floor and muttering under her breath, which is sincerely starting to get on my nerves. I don't need this unnecessary stress, especially when I'll have to deal with Albert in a few hours. Their father was supposed to come to see me but it seems he was called elsewhere. Albert is coming in his place along with a few people. He and I haven't spoken since I confessed my feelings for Rayne, and so I'm sure this visit is going to be anything but friendly. "I can't believe you're just sitting there," Veronica says angrily. "They're right downstairs and you're not going to do anything about it!?""I'd like to remind you that I'm the Alpha of this pack and not you," I say, turning to her. "I don't have to run to GrayLeaf when they call. I will finish what I have to do and then I'll attend to them. And. Only. Then. If you don't like the way I deal with things, you can
Rayne"Just how long are they going to keep us here," Denise complains. "It's starting to get cold and I feel like some beggar, begging to get into the House!""They'll open the gates for us soon," I tell her patiently. This is her twentieth complaint. "Max is probably just busy. Or...doesn't want to see me.""Don't be ridiculous. I've taught you better than that."Despite what she says, I'm still nervous. I did ask him to leave, after all. I showed him no sympathy or love. Who's to say he didn't grow tired of me on his way here? It's been almost two weeks since he paid me the visit, after all. Denise sighs. "If he's moved on, I'll be the one to drag you back to your father's pack myself. It means it wasn't meant to be and he's the worst kind of person to exist."The interior of the carriage is starting to get stuffy and I'm suffocated. I can't breathe in here. I open the door and climb down from it. Denise doesn't protest. Outside, it's much colder, but I feel better. I take in a fe
RayneThings have never been more perfect.This is the happiest moment of my life. I don’t recall ever being this content with the course of my life. For many years, I would spend nights away daydreaming about a better life. I would ask myself when things would turn out well for me or even if they ever would. My disappointment would be bigger in the morning when I realized that nothing changed and I spent the night awake and would have to clean despite my exhaustion. But now, things have changed enormously for me. I never thought I’d be this happy, and every day that passes, I’m thankful for the decision I made. I’ll never stop saying it. My pride and fear nearly stopped me from having the best time of my life. I almost crumbled her own happiness in my hands. I’m glad that’s way behind me. I’ve been back for around five days but it feels like I’ve been here longer than that. We haven’t been bothered our disturbed. Our happiness has been uninterrupted up until this point. It feels l
RayneI’m still thinking about my encounter with Veronica hours later. She and Max are in his room right now, and I don’t want to interrupt them so I’m with Denise in hers. It’s been some days since we properly spoke and so since I’m not with Max, it’s easy for me to talk to her. However, it doesn’t take long before she notices that something is off about me. I really didn’t mean to zone off and not hear what she was saying but I can’t get my mind off that encounter. “Tell me,” she says. And so, I tell her what happened out in the garden. I also specify that I don’t know why it bothered me so much that she looked at me that way. I still don’t. It’s just a bad feeling that I can’t explain. Denise nods, barely surprised. “It’s your sixth sense tingling. You’re finally starting to realize that she’s a snake after all.”I shake my head. “You forget that I’m wearing her mother’s coat. I don’t know what emotional history she has with it. Maybe she just didn’t like the fact that I was we
MaxAccording to Veronica, Alaska doesn't want to terminate the pregnancy. She assured me earlier when we spoke that she tried to do everything in her power to convince her but she's stubborn about it, which, if I have to be honest with myself, doesn't make much sense. I don't see why Alaska would stoop this low. She's always been prideful. I never thought she would employ such tactics in hopes to get me to make her Luna. Just how badly is her family pressurizing her?Veronica didn't have any advice for me. She knows I won't ever agree to something as preposterous as what they’re offering me. Now that Rayne is here with me, I don’t intend to lose her. I’m not going to give Alaska a fake title simply because of this. I do feel bad; deep down, there is a part of me that wants to take responsibility and do what’s right. But my love for Rayne overshadows everything. That’s why instead of ‘honoring’ Alaska the way they all expect me to, I’m going to throw the party to reintroduce Rayne
RayneTomorrow is the night of the party that will be thrown in my honor. Frankly, I still think it’s completely unnecessary even though basically everyone is convincing me that it’s a wonderful idea and a great way to incorporate me into the pack. Maybe the reason why I’m so hesitant is because I don’t know how I’m going to act. The last time I went to a large gathering, I was burned with soup. Thankfully, all those wounds eventually faded but the emotional one hasn’t scarred yet. It’s still fresh in my mind. I won’t even mention the first ever one I attended, which was my own mating. Walking through the large crowd of people, unsure why, afraid to disobey orders. I do realize that if I’d done things differently, I wouldn’t have been in this position. If I’d told Max at the altar that something was wrong and that I wasn’t Alaska, things wouldn’t have gotten to this point But thinking about this feels wrong because of how happy we are now. If I had to talk about it, I’d say that t
RayneIt’s the night of the party and I’m so anxious that my mouth is dry and I can’t say a single word to anyone, not even to Denise. She finishes styling my hair in front of the mirror and then tells me how gorgeous I look. I stare into the mirror and don’t see that at all. I can only see my slightly furrowed brows and wide eyes full of panic. My lips are pursed too, making me look moody and temperamental which is far from the truth. I’m just too anxious. Denise notices this and says, “I will iron your face and get all those frowns smoothed out. You’re ruining the look!”“I’m sorry,” I say, my first words since she came into my room to help me prepare for the event. I feel like drinking a full glass of water but there is none around. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s so hard to control the way I feel. I’m so scared. I feel like something terrible is going to happen. I feel like it’s hovering right above my head and will crash down on me at any second.”Essentially, that’s w
RayneThis party feels like it will never end. The beauty and ethereal quality that was present earlier has vanished and all that’s left is this persistent negative feeling that makes me want to curl into a ball and cry. It’s been over an hour since Max disappeared and I’m really starting to worry about him. Why would he just leave me alone like this when he promised he wouldn’t? It has to mean that something is wrong. But if something is wrong, why can’t I feel it? It’s awfully quiet, so quiet that I’m starting to fear that something serious has happened to him. His disappearance and also what the old woman told me are haunting me. I’m still thinking about it even though Denise told me that she’s probably just a confused old lady. Denise asks me, “Nothing yet?”I shake my head, not looking at her. My arms are folded and all her lessons on keeping a neutral face have fled my mind. I can’t hide my anxiousness much longer. I feel like a complete idiot for not having gone to search f
Rayne Reaching MoonWater fills me with excitement and dread. The last time I was here, we were still in the middle of the war. It was Max’s idea for me to leave and go to Iron until things cooled down. I agreed because frankly, I was tired of the bloodshed. I felt I had nothing left to do but go away, and so that’s what I did. I haven’t been back since. Max and I have been communicating with each other but not as often. Our communication is mostly nonverbal. I can’t hear his words in my head or even send a message across; it’s more of a swapping of emotions. This has gotten stronger over the weeks, and now that I’m here, closer to him, I feel the bond’s strength. I exit the carriage and near the gate. I inform the guards of who I am but they don’t ask me to wait for them to call someone. They open the gates for me instantly. I walk through them, leaving the carriage behind. Everything looks as I remember, pre-war. This has to be a good sign. I continue walking until I reach the f
RayneThe war with GrayLeaf only ended with their Alpha’s death. It was Max himself who killed him. There was no way around it. He never believed it was Veronica’s doing, and when he found Albert dead, he assumed Max was the culprit. There were many casualties. My father lost men he trusted. AmberMane lost some of their own, the biggest loss being Victor. I have to admit that I thought they would hate and blame me for his death because I most certainly blamed myself, but nothing between us changed apart from the loss we now shared. I didn’t know Victor as well as I could’ve, but he’d been a friend to me, and he had helped me make myself stronger. I wish things had gone differently. I wish he didn’t have to die. Things took a long time to settle down after the war. GrayLeaf collapsed completely. The remaining members of their pack became rogues. I offered to help them but Max said it wasn’t the right choice to make. A lot of the people who remained were widows and children of the f
RayneI watch her slowly shift back to human form, hissing in pain. The arrow went straight through her shoulder. She tries to touch it but groans in pain when she touches it. I’m afraid that she’ll break it in half and slide it out but that doesn’t happen. I near her and nock another arrow. I point it straight at her face this time. “If you dare to move, I’ll shoot you.”Her eyes meet mine. Her lips are starting to get pale. “You’re going to hit me anyway, so why should I bother? You didn’t follow me all the way here to talk to me.”“You’re right, I didn’t,” I reply coldly. She shifts and cries out. I’m tempted to hit her again. Her pain is comforting to me. I want to tell her that now she knows how it feels, yet the pain she’s experiencing now can’t be compared to mine. That pain left scars that will never go away. Because of her selfishness, I’ve lost parts of myself that are irretrievable. “What are you waiting for, then?” she asks breathlessly as she tries to sit against the
Rayne Lambert changed plans halfway to GrayLeaf. He said he had a better idea. Rather than attack GrayLeaf and cause an unnecessarily high death toll, we could simply try to frame Veronica instead. He said he would speak to Albert and convince him to be in a certain place, at a certain time, where he would then confront Veronica. Naturally, this would still make him lose his place amongst his pack, but he said he never cared much for the pack anyway. He always wanted to be a rogue, where he could live life in his own terms and not have to follow strict rules all the time. I have to say that at some point, I wanted to be a rogue, too. I wanted nothing but freedom whenever I thought about my life. There are times when I forget I was even a slave, but there are others when it's all I can think about. I see myself on my knees in the middle of the grand hall, scrubbing until my fingers bleed. I'd wonder what it felt like to be free. Now that I know what it is, I realize that it comes
Max It doesn’t take long after Veronica leaves for someone to come for me. I don’t ask questions as they untie my hands and then tell me to walk. Humiliation burns inside of me but I keep it down and walk. I walk through the relatively empty dungeon all the way up the short stairs I used on my way down here. There are currently three guards behind me. Any thoughts of trying to run flee from my mind. It would be a reckless decision to make and would undoubtedly bring me more humiliation. The only thing assuring me that I won’t be killed today is Veronica’s alleged plan. She wants me to mate with her, after all, so how could she let them kill me? It all depends, of course. I try not to think too much about it as I walk outside. I take a deep breath of fresh air and instantly feel better. The air down there is stale. It felt like I was slowly being smothered to death. We’re walking toward the mansion. My guess is that there is going to be a discussion of some kind where I will once
MaxThe pain on my side has diminished considerably but the humiliation I feel is burning right through me and I can't overlook it. I'm locked in a dark cell. Thankfully, I'm alone, so nobody else has to see me being brought down to this level. So many things are going on all at once. I've been extracted from my pack, which is now vulnerable. GrayLeaf can attack at any time and we'll fall, just as they wanted it to. I don't understand for the life of me how Veronica can do this to our pack. Does she really want to see GrayLeaf winning? If so, why? And if not, then what's going through her head? I can't understand her. I realize that I never knew her at all. Helplessness plagues me. I'm here tied to a chair and unable to do a damned thing to stop her and her schemes. What's worse is that she could possibly get us all killed. Playing this game with GrayLeaf is dangerous. Does she even know what she's doing?I don’t know what to call this behavior of hers. Childishness isn’t a good
RayneThe plan we come up with is simple yet effective. I go with Iron and AmberMane to MoonWater and take over. As the Luna, it’s my right to do so. Word will spread to GrayLeaf, undoubtedly, but by then, we’ll be ready. Lambert thinks that we have to attack them first and we have to do it hard. We tell them that we only have two requests to end this war.The first request is that we want them to release Max. The second is we want Veronica. At that point, we’ll tell them everything they’ve done. Lambert will confess everything he did and they’ll probably exile him from the pack, but he says he doesn’t care about that. “Why?” my father asked him. “Why do you want to be exiled from your pack?”“I don’t have anything to do there,” was his answer. “I hate those bastards more than you do. If they hadn’t insisted on marrying her off to an Alpha, she would be alive by now.”I wanted to ask him where he would go but I figured it was too intrusive. It didn’t matter, anyway. What mattered wa
Rayne I look back at him. He’s running his fingers through his hair in despair. I’ve already pieced this together. I know why he’s here demanding this truth from me. Why he’s given me this letter to read. It makes perfect sense. The only reason why I’m not saying anything is because my own heart is shattering. I’ve doubted Max. I thought he was a scoundrel and now I have proof that he isn’t. Veronica did it all. The man gets on his knees, his back facing me. A few beats pass and then he says, “I loved her. You don’t understand how much I loved her. You can’t begin to imagine.”I lick my lips and say, “Sure I can. You literally sabotaged her mating day. You put me there just to prevent her from mating with Max.”He glares at me over his shoulder. I glare right back. I’m trying to keep an eye on him while sorting through the mess in my head simultaneously. It isn’t easy. I’m just thinking about Max and how Veronica ruined us. Tore us apart. I can’t take my attention from him entire
RayneI still haven’t decided if we’re going to go to war against GrayLeaf. I want to. I can’t say that I don’t. They’ve done enough to hurt me and I would be thinking solely of revenge if I chose to fight. The time I spent in that prison was something I’d only wish upon my worst enemy. I have lost too much because of them. I want to fight. I want to bring them to my knees. At the same time, I have no idea if it’s the right move. A leader has to think of everyone else, not just themselves. I would hate it if my father, Darla, or even Victor got hurt because of this thirst for revenge of mine. It’s not fair to them. Besides, fighting means we have to join arms with MoonWater, because otherwise we don’t stand a chance. Do I really want to get that close to Max?I’m going to have to be the one to talk to him, which is why my father said the choice is up to me. He’d probably do it if I asked, or insisted, but that’s a coward’s move. I have to be the one to do it, not him or anyone else