I’m not sure how long I drift away in dreamland, but eventually images start to filter back to me from the darkness along with a dark, midnight scent that relaxes me. It’s hard to tell which of them are real and which of them are just figments of my pain-riddled imagination, but I become aware of movement, and the sensation of someone’s hard and firm body against mine. The grassy ground is a blur, and I can see the faint outlines of trees in the darkness around us. I’m on my back, being carried by a set of strong arms, and although I can hear frantic, muffled voices around me, I’m too woozy to make out what they’re saying. I try to look around, but all I can see before I succumb to the blood and pain is Atlas’ crescent-shaped scar. His eyes like diamonds cutting into my soul and branding me from the inside out.The pain is still there when I come to, but it’s duller than it was before, and the grogginess seems to have lifted. I don’t have any sense of what time it is or where I am, b
Tatiana, the sour faced school nurse, discharges me the next day on the condition that I don’t do anything too hard on my ribs until the dark magic has a chance to take full effect. That’s fine by me; I’ll be happy if I never have to see another werebear again.I guess it’s almost inevitable that Atlas is on my mind as I walk out of the infirmary, and a part of me is glad not to have seen him because I can’t be this obsessed, or he is going to know from one look at my face. I’ve never been good at hiding my emotions, not ever, and I doubt it would be much different this time. If the Master was really telling the truth, then he spent more than twenty-four hours at my bedside. Is he really that invested in my well-being? He said in the forest that his concern wasn’t about his reputation, so if it wasn’t, then…I come to an abrupt stop in the empty corridor, my heart leaping in my chest. Atlas is leaning against the wall outside the infirmary, his head bowed, and his arms crossed. For a
“I’m telling you, Master, I’ve never seen anything like it,” Magnus is saying as he paces along the far side of Master Ombres’s office, his arms crossed. “She was lit up like a beacon. It damn near blinded me when I ran into the room.”“And she put one of our best cadets in the infirmary,” Eiriana adds, placing a hand on her hip. She casts a wary look in my direction, and I actually can’t say I blame her. My skin is still glowing a little with a pale white light, but it seems to be fading the more time passes, thank god. Is this what I get for not being able to learn dark magic? Addison’s a bitch, don’t get me wrong, but if I’ve permanently fucked her up, I’m never going to be able to live it down.I groan, putting my head in my hands. What a disaster. And by the looks of it, nobody around here has any idea what’s happened to me. Are they going to kick me out for this? I didn’t mean to do it, but still… What are Ivy and Tobias going to say when they find out?What’s Atlas going to say
If we had to travel on foot, we would have taken forever to reach the Blood Moon Pack, situated thousands of miles away. As it stands, however, Atlas has dark magic at his disposal, which he puts to good use, creating another one of those levitating platforms, just like the one Charles used to save my life. Unencumbered by the pull of gravity, we zoom over the treetops, scouting for any telltale signs of either werewolves or werebears. He’s standing behind me with his arms wrapped protectively around me, and despite the height and speed. I cling to him, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. When we finally descend into a meadow northeast of the Academy hours later, I’m half-relieved and half-disappointed.If you’d told me a few weeks ago that I would ever be feeling this way in relation to Atlas, I would’ve called you crazy.“Come on,” Atlas says, letting go of me and immediately shifting into his wolf form. “We’re close; I have the scent already.”“You know I’ll never be
“Are you sure about that?” his father replies with a dry laugh. “Our power is our transformation, and we embrace no other,” he recites. “That’s the very first tenet on the list. If you and the other rejects want to go experiment with your witchcraft, be my guest. But don’t drag my pack into your madness. I’ve seen what happens when your Wolf Witches are under threat: They run back home with their tails between their legs, just like Seth did. He said he was going on patrol and never came back.”“Seth didn’t abandon you,” I finally blurt, unable to keep silent any longer. I know I shouldn’t be muscling in on what is clearly a familial dispute, but I can’t help it when so many other lives are at risk. “He must have been coming back to warn the Academy, so we could send your pack the reinforcements you need.”“She speaks!” Grant exclaims with mock enthusiasm. “Listen, girl, I don’t know who you are, and frankly, I don’t care. You don’t have permission to speak in my presence.”“That’s a m
We stumble into his tent, breathless, so caught up in the moment that nothing else seems to matter. The second kiss has lit a fire in both of us, and only our frantic touches are enough to put it out. It was never like this—all the other times I came close to going further with a male lacked the frantic passion that suffuses me and Atlas. It’s like all the unspoken words, all the tension that’s been brewing between us since our first meeting, is coming to a head, and this time there’s no resisting it.Atlas continues to kiss me, his movements hungry and passionate as his arms snake around me and pull me flush against his body. I reach up, tangling my hands in his hair as his tongue brushes against my lips, his hips pressing against mine. I can feel his arousal through his jeans, and it sends a wave of heat through my lower body that settles between my legs. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmurs against my lips, one hand playing at the hem of my shirt. “I’m done pretending this i
I look at Atlas, but to my surprise, he doesn’t seem bothered. To the contrary, he’s actually smiling, a full, amused grin unlike anything I’ve ever seen him wear before. “What?” I ask, giving him a playful shove. “It’s not funny!”Atlas actually laughs at that, and the sound works its way down to my belly, making me shiver. “You’re cute when you get flustered,” he says. “Cuter when you’re naked and making me hard again.”I can’t help laughing back, giving him a playful shove. “Don’t point it out,” I protest. “I thought we were supposed to be acting all romantic!” “Who says this isn’t romantic?” Atlas asks, his tone going serious again.“You’re beautiful, Nyx. Like…” He runs a hand through his hair. “Like the sun, or something.”He’s right; the light is only growing brighter. As I settle back into the comfort of his arms, it occurs to me that maybe it’s connected to my emotions somehow, the same way dark magic is supposed to be connected to memories of hurt and rejection. Sure, I wasn
My heart jumps into my throat, and I whirl around just in time for Atlas to take my hand in his. Around us, the carnage is undeniable. Wounded werewolves are scattered everywhere, some still shifted and some not. It’s a clear illustration of just how fucked we are as a species going up against the werebears, and that’s with my light magic and Atlas’ dark magic on our side.For a brief moment, I wonder if it’s all going to start up again, but then the werebears start to retreat, tearing off into the forest with a speed belied by their size. I start to move in the direction of the blood trail, but Atlas pulls back on my hand, still breathing hard from his near-miss. “Don’t,” he pants. “They’re gone. It’s over.”“Damn right, it’s over,” comes a familiar voice, and I turn to see Cassandra stalking over to us, her hands clenched at her sides. “What the fuck did you do?”“What did we do?” I exclaim, rounding on her. “What the fuck did you do? We could have been preparing for an attack durin
And, as they so regularly do, things move on. Whereas once life at the Institute felt like it moved as well quick, like we were so caught up in the war that we were losing ourselves in the prepare, presently the world appears to have moderated to a slither, and not indeed the significant endeavors to revamp what was misplaced can totally counter it.Not that I’m complaining or anything.I’m standing in the preparing yard in the midst of handfuls of other understudies, and the discuss is crackling with anxious vitality. The surviving educates are standing in front of us, their expressions extending from inquisitive to pleased, and at the head of the line is Ace Ombres, by presently completely recouped from her wounds. The group has diminished altogether, and not fair since we misplaced so numerous individuals. The remains of the Blood Moon Pack have returned to their place to stay to circle the wagons, and the few remaining werebears from Cassius’ armed force have scattered. Without or
The others yell and growl in understanding, fanning out fair in time to thrust back against another wave of werebear powers. Chart book and I stand side by side, heaving enchantment and tossing up obstructions in an endeavor to bolster the modern strengths. They’ve supported our numbers, but none of them know dull enchantment, and never has that been more agonizingly self-evident than presently, with the werebears down-pouring obscurity down on them from all sides. I observe in frightfulness as one of them tramples my previous packmate, Christopher, whereas another flings Jonas up into the discuss and sends him smashing back to the ground. As for Sebastian and Claire “Claire!” I yell, telekinetically lifting up the werebear that had its jaws bolted onto her flank. She shoots me a see of appreciation as she thrusts once more, with Sebastian joining in. The werebear tries to break my light enchantment with a spell of his claim, and my center falters—just for a part moment, but that’s su
I observe, shocked, as the werebear pioneer pummels my previous companion to the ground, his claws as sharp as razor edges as he rakes them down Tobias’ body. “Treacherous small worm!”“No!” I yell, and this time it’s no bubble that I make: I unleash a wave of blindingly shinning light, striking Cassius head-on fair as he plans to make the murdering blow. He yells in torment, closing his eyes in time for Map book to hit him with a weaker spell, which sends him tumbling to the distant conclusion of the field.“Nyx,” Map book says, charging over to me in his wolf shape. “Are you okay?”But I don’t react; I’m as of now dropping to my knees next to Tobias, who’s spitting blood, his breathing shallow. The cuts expand from his neck to his hip, and they’re incomprehensibly profound, as well profound to close.“Nyx,” he grates as I touch his shoulder.“Stop,” I tell him. “Don’t attempt to conversation. We require to discover a healer. Atlas…”I turn to see up at my mate, but he’s as of now sh
All around me is chaos, and Nyx is no place to be found. I had to take off my room to dodge being smashed by the rubble when one of the towers came down, but my crushed living space is the slightest of my issues right presently. Indeed in the fundamental lobby, where most of the weaker Blood Moon wolves are hunkered down in their wolf shapes, clean is down-pouring from the ceiling and the shouts of individuals exterior are sifting in through the thick walls.“This isn’t working,” Addison yells to me from where she’s standing. We’re still in human frame, utilizing our enchantment to keep the fundamental twofold entryways closed as someone— apparently from Tobias’ strike team—tries to impact their way through.“Where are the other Wolf Witches?” I request, inclining to the side as another chunk of shake falls from the ceiling.“Ivy and Charles went out with them to hold off the army,” Addison says, pushing indeed harder with her divider of enchantment. “Where’s Nyx?”“That’s a long stor
“I know,” I say as they drag me down to the ground and push me toward the doors, which float open on command. “And I’m not going to battle you. But I require to talk to your leader.”“Oh, you will,” the other blessed messenger says. “Raphael will need to know almost this.”“Who’s Raphael?” I inquire, but they don’t answer as they thrust me through the doors and into the glimmering city. It’s emphatically ravishing, with turning, spiraling towers, surging banners, brilliant towers and lavish columns supporting colossal, lovely white buildings. There are other blessed messengers around, but not at all like the werebears in the jail, they don’t yell and insult me as the watches thrust me along. They don’t say anything, instep fair observing from where they float over the ground, as if I’m a curiosity the likes of which they’ve never seen some time recently. I assume I am, in a way.The greatest building at the conclusion of the street is a castle that appears to gleam with its claim fiel
I’d be lying if I said I knew what I was doing, but when have I ever known what I’m doing? All I’ve ever done is ad lib my way through life, and I’m not around to halt presently. I scramble to get dressed, mindful of Chart book observing me from the bed. He’s likely stressed, and I can’t fault him, but that’s not going to halt me from attempting if it implies sparing our asses.The soul domain resounds with light enchantment. Those were Michael’s correct words some time recently he sent me back. Hell, fair being there supercharged my powers and gave me wings. My enchantment must be what can bridge the crevice. The as it were address presently is whether I’ll be able to utilize it to get over there.“Do you know how to do this?” Map book inquires, as if he’s perusing my intellect. Given that we’re mates, he might exceptionally well be.“Nope,” I say as I drag my boots on. “But I get it the principles… I think.”“Teleportation is following to impossible,” he dissents. “Not indeed the ev
Nyx shifts back on the bed. “So you’re truly considering this, then?” she inquires. “Taking over as alpha?”“I figure that depends,” I answer, assembly her eyes. “On?”“You,” I tell her. “I’m as it were doing this if I can bring you with me, Nyx. As my alpha female. My mate.”“You mean…” Nyx swallows. “As your mate?” She shakes her head. “Atlas, I don’t see how that’s conceivable. That would cruel making a difference you lead the pack. I’m a dismiss, too—hell, I’m not indeed a unadulterated wolf shifter. I don’t…”But I don’t let her wrap up, inclining forward to hush her with a kiss. She looks my confront as I drag absent, tangling my hands in her long hair. “I don’t care what you are, Nyx,” I tell her. “You’re my mate, and you continuously will be. Either they can acknowledge that…” I kiss her once more. “Or they can rot.”Nyx looks up at me hesitantly. “Do you cruel that?” she inquires in a little voice.“Every word,” I say, and this time when I drag her in for a kiss, I don’t halt
We wait there for a few more liberal minutes, each of us battling the reality that’s quickly closing in on us. Possibly it’s unavoidable that a take of haziness starts to rise from distant underneath, carrying not a werebear, but a wolf shifter with pale brilliant hide, and fair the locate of him makes my temper go up.“What the hell do you need, Tobias?” I request, moving in front of Nyx to ensure her.Tobias raises a paw in reaction, and in spite of the fact that he doesn’t attempt to move over the boundary, he doesn’t move absent, either.“Stay back,” Nyx says, as of now summoning more light enchantment in her hands.“I’m not here to fight,” Tobias says, calling over the void between us.“Yeah?” She grunts. “This is your definition of ‘coming in peace,’ then?”I snort, a ball of dim enchantment shaping between my palms. I draw my arm back to dispatch it; I’m not in the temperament to arrange, slightest of all with him. “Back the fuck up,” I tell him, in no dubious terms, “or I swea
Gradually, stiffly, I permit the bubble of light enchantment I’ve made to get past the obstruction to break up around me as we develop onto the Academy’s side of the charm. I’m holding on to Map book so firmly that I’m nearly perplexed to let go, so sincerely and physically depleted from the sprint that the fatigue debilitates to overwhelm me.No, I tell myself as the final of the enchantment scatters, clearing out me a shell of the individual I was when I woke up this morning. Have to center. Get to the Foundation. We’re not out of the woods yet.I don’t set out see back as we shoot ahead, dropping back to the soil when it gets to be clear the werebears are bottlenecking at the point where the boundary begins. I can’t bring myself to think around what’s happening to the ones we cleared out behind. It doesn’t matter what else they were; they were still werewolves, and Allow was among them. Map book is quiet underneath me, but I can feel the feelings pouring off of him: pain, lament, dis