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KEENA My eyes fly open and I awaken to find myself alone in a room, lying on a comfortable bed. Sitting up in my bed I look at my surroundings. The room doesn't appear to be a prison of some sort. It is nicer than the Omega rooms in the royal mansion. From the tiny but comfortable bed I am sitting on I can see a dresser and a small bedside table. On the opposite side of the room there is a small chair in the corner of the room and I am not at all surprised to see that it is full. Sylvia has made herself comfortable in the chair. She is sitting in the chair sideways with her legs hanging over the arms. She is swinging her legs staring up at the ceiling. "It took you long enough to wake up," she says as she continues to stare at the ceiling. "How long was I out?" I ask her. "Two days," she says and she turns her head in my direction. I have to admit that she is beautiful. I can see why Ward's parents chose her as a mate for him. Her beautiful blonde hair flows ef
WARDNone of us have left the King's office since Keena went missing. It has been two days and I am starting to feel crazy. No one explains to you how it feels to be away from your mate for an extended amount of time, especially when you don't know where your mate is. My parents continue to claim that they didn't know that Sylvia is a witch but I don't believe them. There is something that is off about their story. Sylvia just randomly shows up at their dig site and they just accepted her right away. Did they really want a mate for me so badly that they were willing to accept the first archeological nerd that they came across? Finally, King Erebus allows them to leave. "I think we are done with you two for now but you are not allowed to leave Lycan City until my daughter returns." "And if your daughter does not return?" My father asks hesitantly. "Then you and your wife will be charged with treason," the King says matter-of-factly. "Understood." My father gives my moth
WARDI pull into the driveway of my parents house. Turning off the engine to my car I stare up at the house that I grew up in. Or rather the house that I was supposed to have grown up in. There are no childhood memories in this house. Just memories of being carted around the world. Sitting at dig sites while my parents looked for lycan and werewolf artifacts. I remember being about ten years old and we were in Egypt, I think. I remember looking at the beautiful murals that were on the inside of one of the lycan pyramids. I looked up at the mural of warriors fighting and protecting the pharaoh. I knew at that moment that is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I wanted to be a protector and that is exactly what I have become. Once I turned eighteen I sat my parents down and told them that I was joining the Royal Guard. The conversation did not go as well as I thought it would. I thought after decades of studying lycan warriors and werewolf warriors my parents wou
WARD"Sylvia?" I ask in confusion and Sylvia's eyes widen in shock as she looks at me. It is clear that neither one of us were expecting the other one to be at my parents house. We were expecting Sylvia to return but I did not think that she would be so bold to show up in the middle of Lycan City. As I look at the woman that is standing in front of me it makes me more confused than I was before. Sylvia is standing in front of me in tattered clothes. There are scrapes and burns all over her body.My mother comes rushing to my side and gasps out loudly when she sees Sylvia. "My dear child. What happened to you?" Grabbing Sylvia by the arm my mother drags her into our home. But I am not fooled by the act that Sylvia is putting on. "No," I growl. "She must go directly to the King and the Queen." Sylvia's eyes become wide with fear. "Please," she begs of me. "I didn't know what they had planned. I would have never taken her if I knew. I escaped to help you." "For God
KEENA Sylvia left my room what feels like hours ago or maybe it has only been a few minutes. There is no window in my room. I do not know if it is day or night. All I know is that I need to find a way to get home to Ward. My heart aches without him by my side. I walk towards the only door in my room and quietly test the handle. It is locked. Just as I am about to turn my back on the door, there is a sharp knock on the door. It causes me to jump where I stand. I move halfway across the room before I call out for them to enter. The door to my room swings open and a small witch in blue robes walks in with a robe draped over her arms and a black gown in the other. She bows slightly to me before she walks in. "Princess," her voice is small and meek. "The High Priestess thought that you like to use the facilities before your meeting." "Where is Sylvia," I ask curiously. The little witch screws up her face at the mention of Sylvia. "She is indisposed. If you will
WARDThe world spins around me and then I am suddenly jerked to a stop. I fall to the ground with a thud and my stomach churns. Turning my head to the side I empty the contents of my stomach onto what I thought was the ground. "Ugh," I hear Sylvia gag. "He puked on my shoes." "Sorry," I mumble as I wipe the vomit from my lips. "Ever the gentleman," Sister Edith laughs as she tosses her cane to the side.Running her fingers over her hair, the elderly woman that I have grown to know over the past couple of months disappears and a beautiful young woman is standing above me. Sister Edith's dull silver hair has been replaced with fiery red hair and her blue eyes are now a deep shade of brown. The wrinkles that covered every inch of her face have now disappeared and nothing but smooth skin remains in its place. There is a sprinkling of freckles across her nose that gives her a youthful look. She could not look more different than Sister Edith. On my hands and knees I try to s
WARD I look down at the woman that is lying lifeless on the ground. Her head is twisted at an odd angle and her eyes are still opened wide in shock. "What do you mean I killed the wrong witch?" I try to growl at Sylvia but without my lycan it sounds a lot less intimidating. "I am telling you that I cannot leave this cell without the aid of someone that is actually in the coven," Sylvia spits at me. "Can't you bring her back to life or something?" I say looking at the dead witch on the floor. "No I can't bring her back to life," Sylvia screams. "I am barely eighteen. I just came into my powers. I don't know what I am doing." "You... you are barely eighteen?" I laugh sarcastically. "I am going to kill my mother when I leave this place." "Your mother loves you more than you know," Sylvia snaps at me and I just glare in her direction. "You don't know anything about my mother," I say angrily. "If you did you wouldn't have put yourself in this position." Bendin
KEENA Sister Jasper stands in front of the marble door and mutters some sort of incantation under her breath. The moons on the door begin to glow brightly and I cannot help but watch in awe as the marble melts away leaving behind a simple wooden door. The door looks like it is hundreds of years old. There are cracks and splinters in the wood. It creaks loudly as Sister Jasper swings the door open. Sister Jasper leads me into a large circular room with a pentagram etched into the center of the floor. There is a high table that sits across from the door and there are seven cloaked figures seated behind it. All of their cloaked hoods are covering their faces so I cannot see who they are. But the one thing that I do notice is that all of their cloaks are different colors. This just isn't one coven. This is many of them. Many covens that were meant to be disbanded years ago. As Sister Jasper leads me into the center of the room and the bracelet that is around my wrist beg