The painting on the wall was an immaculately detailed part of the Council. It was beyond anything I knew, that you could open a portal through a painting, step through it, and then appear in another place so far away from where you stood at the present moment.“My head hurts,” I said and poured myse
The first thing that hit me was the silence. I don't know why but I expected it to be buzzing with conversations and important people stressing through the halls but it was eerily quiet and the chilly gust of wind sweeping up my arms gave me goosebumps.“If you’re looking around for other people you
“Holy shit- Hazel, don't move!” I whipped my head up, stared him dead in the eye, and held in my scream. That was the suckiest advice I've ever heard. Of course, I'm not moving when I have a snake about to make me his next meal.“Gabe,” I whimpered when I felt it squeeze its long body around my leg
They were asking him to choose between me and his brother, the only person he’s had by his side since the day he was born.I backed away and saw in his eyes how his mind was reeling around the options, not who to choose but how to get the hell out of there. He looked at me and narrowed his eyes with
A bell rang behind a wall and two more doors opened through which five servers walked in a line holding big silver trays filled with plates. Against the left wall of the room was an oval table that had been set with silverware and long candles in silver holdings with small flickering flames. Everyth
Gabe took his claws out and I covered the wound with a white napkin that quickly turned crimson. He glared at me one last time before looking at the woman like all the others did, pretending like he didn't want to kill each and every one of them. That’s a life, a woman who everyone was looking at
The angelic music played in the speakers around the pack. The torches were lit along the streets and the moon shone brightly in the center of the sky. A shadow was cast over the edge as the blood moon began to form and once it was fully merged it would be time, and later on when the the blood moon begun to pull from its form the horn would blow- indicating that the Hunt had begun. “Are you nervous?” My little sister, Mathilda, asked me. “Hazel isn’t nervous, sweetheart, this is an honor. One that you too might experience in a few years if you’re lucky.” I shifted on the bed and suppressed the growing anger towards my mother. I looked into Mathildas hopeful eyes and cupped her tiny chin. “I hope you never do,” I said and cast a fierce glare at my mother when I turn my head. If a female didn't have her mate by the time she turned eighteen, she was to be a volunteer for the Hunt. It wasn't her choice but somehow, through the centuries that this tradition had been alive, young g
“There now! Gather around. Accompanied families you make take your positions around the cliff but please do not interfere once Lady Hale begins her evaluation of the girls.” Our family members, the ones meant to protect us and love us, skiped in joy to stand behind the white marker painted in a cir