RubyIt’s been several days since I shifted in the forest and killed the Bear, and with each passing day I’m becoming more familiar with my wolf and my abilities. However, the longer I go without letting my wolf mark Atwood, the more temperamental she becomes.I start having dreams about marking Atwood. My mind becomes fuzzy, and my head is full of nothing but the thought of marking him. It feels as though I can barely focus on anything else.Will it be like this when I run away? I can only hope that distance will make my wolf less inclined to mark him. Maybe she’ll fancy Cayden instead and I can just forget about all of this.One morning, I wake up before my tutoring session with Robert. I’m groggy from a bad night of sleep due to the dreams about Atwood, but nonetheless push myself to climb out of bed and into the shower.I turn on the water as hot as it will go so that the bathroom becomes steamy, then climb in and let the hot water run over my body. I stand there for a few minutes
AtwoodThe past few days have been a blur. Ever since Ruby found and killed the Bear in the forest, my men and I have been scrambling to make preparations. The Bear’s presence on our castle grounds only means one thing: they’re getting braver.I’m impressed with Ruby’s ability to kill the Bear the first night she shifted, however. This must mean that her wolf is extremely powerful, far more so than any other hybrid that I’ve encountered. What makes her so powerful, though, still baffles me.The morning after she killed the Bear, Noah and I were still patrolling the forest. We must have scoured every inch of that place by the time the sun came up, but we both knew that our work wasn’t done yet. Just because there were no more Bears on the castle grounds at that moment didn’t mean that there weren’t more Bears nearby. I found it odd that a single Bear would venture onto the castle grounds alone. Was it a distraction? A spy? A scout?Our suspicions that it was a distraction were confirme
RubyThe image of Edith holding Atwood on the floor of his study gives me so much pain that I’m unable to sleep all night. I spend the night tossing and turning, and by morning my lips are all chewed up from nervously biting them.I wish I could just not care about Atwood so that these things don’t pain me as much. I want to be able to run away with Cayden and not think about Atwood anymore, but now I’m not so sure if it’s even possible.If only I had someone to talk to.The sun is still rising when I get out of bed and shower to make myself feel better. My body is sore from the sleepless night of tossing and turning, but the warm water helps.“What should I do?” I ask my wolf as the hot water runs over my body.“I say to hell with the curse,” she replies instantly. “Let me mark Atwood. He’ll never look at another woman again once I mark him.”I shake my head with a sigh.Clearly, my wolf is too preoccupied with the thought of marking Atwood to be a good voice of reason.Nancy would k
RubyAs I get ready for my lesson with Robert, the image of Atwood looking so weak doesn’t leave my mind. Why is he so weak? Is it something to do with the curse? My wolf doesn’t seem to have any answers either; she only knows that there is some kind of sickness in him, but she doesn’t know what it is exactly or why it’s plaguing him so.Perhaps whatever this sickness is would explain his cruel behavior and sickly appearance. Even though I still plan to escape on my birthday, it makes me curious nonetheless.I change out of my damp clothes from earlier and into something warm and comfortable: a tight-fitting shirt, a black cardigan, and a pair of warm trousers. As I dress, the snow picks up again outside. The sky darkens and the wind howls against the sides of the castle. Under other circumstances I would be thrilled to be warm and cozy inside during this type of weather, having always enjoyed snowstorms, but now I’m just afraid that Bears will show up.Robert is already in the librar
AtwoodBeing near Ruby helps to ease the symptoms of my condition. I wish I could just be around her for a few more minutes; it seems as though she enjoys my touch at first, but it fades quickly when she becomes tense again and steps away from me.I drop my hand, which was just cupping her soft, pale cheek, back to my side with a frown.Inside of me, my wolf rages. He smells her wolf. For the past several days, ever since she shifted in the woods and killed that Bear, all my wolf does is whine about wanting to be marked. I can feel him growing restless too from my condition. Before long, he’ll take over and go feral, destroying any shred of humanity that I have left. I can’t let it get to that point.Ruby backs away from me cautiously, looking up at me with her round red eyes. I love their color, the way her hips and breasts have grown, the way her hair is down past her shoulders now. She looks like a woman, no longer a little girl. The thought of taking her right here in the corridor
RubyAs if I wasn’t already confused enough before, my date with Atwood only made it worse. For the first time in ages, we actually spent the evening together and it was… really nice. Over the course of the night, he gradually started to look less gaunt and haggard, and actually started to look like himself again.My wolf was practically in a daze throughout the entire date just from being around Atwood. I know that she wants to mark him more than anything, and admittedly I almost let her, but the fear of the curse still sticks in the back of my head constantly. If I mark Atwood and die, I’ll be leaving Tamara behind. I don’t know what Alice and the Queen will do to my sister if I’m not around to stop them, and if Atwood shifts into his wolf form for an extended period of time out of grief like he did with Vivian then he won’t be around to protect her, either.Furthermore, there’s something else that I just can’t shake. The thought of Atwood with another woman before me… It doesn’t si
RubySomehow, I do manage to finish my paper on Macbeth and hand it in to Alice the next morning at the beginning of our lesson. She doesn’t even look at it! She throws it into the fire right in front of me, which angers me greatly after I spent so much time on it, but I decide not to say anything.We spend the entire lesson reading Macbeth once again. By the end of the lesson I’ve already finished the play. Alice takes the book from me and absentmindedly waves me away, dismissing me without a word.Alice’s dismissive attitude would normally bother me, but it seems that she’s acting this way because she’s distracted; this is perfect for me because it means that I’ll be able to sneak away and find Marisa Elder.I run back to my room and change into warmer clothes to brave the cold weather, then bound down the stairs and out the back door before anyone notices. The new snow falling should cover my tracks, allowing me to make it to Nancy’s house without anyone being able to find me.“Nan
RubyAtwood drives Nancy and I back to the castle and sends us off to my room so Nancy can get comfortable.Unfortunately, the image of the dead witch on the floor of her hut plagues us, which puts on a damper on what would have otherwise been a fun sleepover right before my birthday.However, making plans for my escape does help us to get those horrors out of our minds. Now that Marisa is dead, the trail that was leading me to get to the bottom of the situation with this curse has run cold. No matter how hard I think, I can’t possibly come up with any solutions other than to get Tamara and I out of here before anything horrible happens.Someone clearly knew that we were going to talk to Marisa. The ivory handle on the dagger that was sticking out of her chest was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It looked old and valuable. Whoever wielded that dagger was no Rogue or Bear.I fear that whoever killed Marisa might do the same to me, Tamara, or even Nancy if I don’t escape on my bi