Making it to the border of Murduk and Climont turns out to be more difficult than Olisnia originally believed. Every village she passes, or citizen she meets, is able to tell who, what, she is.Even the farming town that she now enters. She is just a few miles from the border of Murduk, but exhaustion is taking its hold of her. Every individual she passes halts all movement, watching her. Their gazes are filled with distrust, and mostly fear.Living on the Hemrick Islands for most of her life, Olisnia does not have the experience with humans and their distrust of anyone different."Stop right there Drulian."The rough voice of an older man calls out to her. The gravelly tone to his words causes irritation to build in her chest."Such disrespect," she sighs, outloud."This is Climont, Drulians are outlawed in this country. Your wicked magic is outlawed here." The man's face is contorted with disgust."I am passing through," Olisnia states harshly. She breathes in slowly in order
Jasper's shoulders dip at her response. His heart warms, "Thank you," he says under his breath.It takes a moment for him to realize the position they are in. Eliana is so close to him, that the heat of her body causes his skin to itch. Every nerve stands on end, wanting to get closer. He opens his mouth to speak once more, his gaze lingering on her lips as she bites it. He slides his hand from her cheek to the back of her head, and then is reminded of his mother's words."It does not matter what you feel, she is a human. It will never work between the two of you. You are from two different worlds."Swallowing all of his emotions, Jasper steps away, reluctantly, "You should change out of that. It will be hard to maneuver through the trees."Eliana glances down at herself before looking at her other set of clothes, "Uh, I was helped into this dress." She murmurs, her ears turning a bright red.Jasper watches her for a moment, lost in her image, before he understands what she has sa
Fear is what fuels Eliana, forcing her to accelerate her movements through the forest. She clenches her teeth in order to hide her pain, her ankle pulsing up her leg. She has her hair tied up, in order to keep it away from the branches jutting out."Hurry," Jasper hisses. "We need to put as much distance between us and Viptan as possible."Eliana tries to pick up her pace, but her weak ankle protests. "I'm sorry," she gasps.Jasper comes to a halt, giving her a moment to rest."Here, get on my back," he crouches in front of her, his large frame waiting.Heat builds in her abdomen. Eliana shakes her head, even though he is unable to see it."No, I can keep going.""Don't be stubborn. Your ankle is only going to get worse if you continue pushing it." He clears his throat, "The trees are becoming too dense, otherwise I would shift and carry you like that. This is our only option.""But you are still healing," she counters.Jasper shrugs, "I am alright. I can do this easily. Now h
"You need to constantly keep your weight grounded," Jasper explains, tapping his own waist for emphasize.Eliana nods, spreading her legs slightly so that they are roughly shoulder length apart. She takes turns putting pressure on each side. Her ankle is not hurting much."It has been almost three days, are you sure we should be wasting our time training like this," she asks, rolling her shoulders. "Should we not be trying to outrun the Climont soldiers?"Jasper nods, straightening his posture before moving to her side. "Correct, but we are at least a day's journey ahead of them. We can take a small amount of time to make sure you can protect yourself the next time they come."Eliana nods, but is emotionally shaken, as Jasper touches her wrist. The gasp builds in her chest and escapes before she can control it.Jasper pauses for a moment, silence overtaking them both.Clearing her throat, Eliana composes herself, "What happens if the attackers are Pivurlion? Surely I cannot defen
The warmth emanating from Eliana's body and her honey scent, overwhelm every sense Jasper has. His mind is a swirling haze as his body aches for more of her. His arm slides farther around her back as he kneels, placing his other hand on the back of her head, imbedding his fingers into her silk locks. His entire nervous system vibrates, a low humming bouncing off his organs, causing miniature shivers to explode all over. He pulls Eliana closer, pressing their lips together as much as he can. His skin tingles, heat licking its way up his arms and into his face. The entire world disappears, his entire soul only aware of Eliana.Jasper's abdomen burns as it makes contact with Eliana's. Her hands softly reach for his shoulders before slowly sliding onto his back causing a low groan to roll through his chest. The need for more becomes overwhelming and he nips at Eliana's bottom lip, resulting in a gasp to echo form her, her eyes flashing open. Her pupils dilate, her own desire lighting up h
It has been two days.Evyn has joined Eliana and Jasper on their journey to Drein. He has no where else to go for the time being, while he waits for the chaos back home in Viptan to die down. Eliana is more uncomfortable. The presence of another Xefol weighs heavy on her mind. She has only recently realized that bringing Jasper to Zaline can prove difficult when meeting her father, but now another one? She wonders about her father, "What will he say when I arrive with two Pivurlion?" He surely will cast them out.She breathes in, trying to rid her chest of the painful twist at the thought.Jasper passes her by as she sits in front of the small fire, the moon hanging low, almost hidden by the trees. Soon they will be in Drein and they will no longer have the forest as cover.Eliana glances away from Jasper as he tosses a pile of branches next to the fire. He huffs, rolling his shoulders. She presses her lips together harshly, pushing her emotions down. With a quick glance, she spo
Finally.With the horizon being obscured by the crude structures of the large city, Olisnia sighs softly. She shifts atop the horse she rides."I am finally here." She gently pats the nape of the animal, smiling. "Thank you for taking me this far."As they near the side of the city, Olisnia glances up at the structures. Her mind begins to wander, flashes of her dreams swirling together. The rough architecture, the stench of the gutter, and the terrified gazes of the citizens as she passes; they are all proven real from her dream."Yes, it is exactly as in my dream. I will find her here." She relaxes her tense shoulders and stares straight ahead. "I will find her soon."As she crosses the threshold of the city, a vision bombards her mind, blinding her. Agony shoots through her body, pulsating behind her eyes. A golden wave blocks her from seeing much else, but she is able to hear anguished cries and feel the heat of flames licking at her skin.Olisnia gasps with the pain her body
Pain."It is all I know now," Alma thinks in her mind. Sighing softly, she welcomes the agony of fresh bruises and open wounds from the whip. They hit the air, and she grits her teeth in order to stop the groan of pain rumbling through her chest. She closes her eyes, blocking out the entire city. She focuses on the way the breeze caresses her cheek and brushes her thin hair. She inhales the warm scent of the thick stew that the Drein rebels, her captors, are making. Her stomach rumbles, and ache in the center of her body."Alma," the voice, belonging to an older man, another slave like her, reaches in through her reverie. "Tell me more of your homeland. Of Pyrion."Reluctantly, she opens her eyes once more, her shoulders sagging. "There is not much else to say. It is useless." She forces a small smile onto her lips. "We are stuck like this forever." She tugs on the rusting shackles locked around her wrists and ankles. Her flesh is beginning to peel and blister around the restraints.
It has been two days since Eliana's friends helped her force out the rebels. Drake's men continue to watch over the castle's walls, keeping them safe. Olisnia, without the replenishment of her magic, has helped the others by bandaging their wounds and finding the medicinal herbs within the court doctor's quarters.Eliana has tried to give Jasper as much distance as she can. Every time she spots him, he always gives her a pained expression before turning away. She does not know why he still lingers, when the danger has subsided. Drake has already sent word back to his father that the war is to be stopped."Princess," the Prince states, walking up to her, "I mean, Queen Eliana."She cringes, not yet used to the idea of ruling all of Drein. "Please, you do not need to be so formal.""I fear I must," he counters, smirking. "For I must keep our countries on hospitable terms."Confusion causes her brow to furrow, "What do you mean? Once we bring my citizens back to Zaline, we shall be m
Eliana's heart jumps into her throat. Jasper. Is he here? She takes in a deep breath and on the very edge of the bombardment of scents, is the pure bliss of lavender. She holds herself up, refusing to fall into her relief. How will he be able to save her?The soldiers come running through the entryway, their swords at the ready. A majority ride horses with the Climont colors glinting proud. Before Eliana can set her gaze on Jasper, several waves of wolves pounce into the courtyard, slaughtering dozens of rebels.Drake has brought werewolves? "Eliana, run," Evyn barks out at her from the ground.She blinks as she glances over at him, processing his words. "Oh, of course." She thinks before picking up her heavy chains and stumbling to the steps. As she takes the first one, Selma screams, lunging at her. The Princess does not have time to even cry out in terror as they both freefall off the platform. Eliana closes her eyes, preparing for the pain, but instead she lands into a strong
Alma spins in a circle, pulling out two small daggers from her cloak and slicing into five of the rebels surrounding her. As the crows begins to take notice, the werebears, completing the partial transformation they had already begun, barrel their way into the crowd. Alma rushes below the arms of the enemy. Her feathers begin to shift, her arms turning into wings. She glances back, catching sight of Olisnia's long, gleaming whip flicking through the air. It wraps around multiple rebels, flinging them across the courtyard.Setting her sights on the Princess, Alma squawks, jumping around the crows as they try to grab her. Once her transformation is complete, she flaps into the air, high enough to be out of reach from the rebels. She soars quickly, traveling across the courtyard. When she is almost to the platform, though, a sharp agony erupts in her left wing, causing her to tumble to the ground, smashing her body across the dirt. She releases a rough breath, her chest aching.The shou
Eliana takes in a quivering breath, trying to calm her terror as the large doors to her castle are pulled open and the crowd of rebels and Climont soldiers scream out their lust for her demise. She bites down a sob, clutching at her overweight chains as dread washes over her, tightening her muscles. Two burly men flank her, matching every step she takes down the stairs. Her gaze sharpens and she clears her vision more by blinking away her tears.Her heart aches for Jasper. With every movement she makes, descending from the castle, a noose is tightening around her organs. Soon it shall be around her neck, and she will be gone from this world. If only she had told Jasper from the beginning who she was. Surely he would turn his back on her, but it would be for the best. She would not be feeling this pain right now. All she cares for, now with her father gone, is to see her mate one last time.As Eliana surveys the crowd, eyeing every man and woman that has betrayed both her and her fath
The moonlight peeks in through the barred window, lighting up Eliana's prison cell. She sighs, her heart aching. How much longer will she be stuck here? Will they just get her execution over with? There is no one to help save her. Luckily Alma escaped in time. Hopefully she is able to find her way home.She winces as she remembers the last conversation she had with Olisnia. The Drulian only wanted to teach her the ways of the Kexon. Of her lineage. She meant no harm, and yet Eliana allowed her anger and pain to lash out at the woman. She wonders where Olisnia will go now that her mission is over. Will she return home to the Hembrick Islands? To her lover?Eliana can only hope that the Drulian lives a happy life without anymore danger.The thought of Drake and his men has a glimmer of hope lighting in her chest. She stares up at the window, wondering where the Prince is right now. Was he going to make it here in time? Does he even have the numbers to take down all of the rebels arriv
"Jasper, where are we going," Evyn sighs running his hand through his hair.The boys are resting near a grove of dried up bushes. A town stands half a mile away, the noise of the villagers reaching them on the breeze."Back home," he responds gruffly. His brow is in a constant state of tenseness. There is a rough shadow of a beard forming on his jaw."What are you going to do when the chief comes after you? He knows where the cottage is."Jasper remains silent for a moment, staring off at the village. He watches a group of children run circles around one another. They are all giggling, their cheeks coated in dirt. His shoulders relax at the thought that the Climont soldiers had not reached this far inland yet. He thinks of Drake and wonders how many citizens he must have killed on his way to Zaline. He may be betrothed to Eliana, but he is still a Climont Prince. He has blood on his hands. Jasper's heart twists as he imagines Eliana standing at the altar, hand in hand with Drake. N
"Milord, do you need any water," Junet questions softly, riding up to Drake's side on her horse.He shakes his head softly, "No, thank you."She bows her head before allowing her steed to fall back.Drake shifts atop his own horse, before looking ahead. They are making great distance across Drein. In two more days they will arrive in Zaline.The werewolves run alongside the horses in their animal form. Drake is able to tell which one is Rowan by his pale fur. It is a mixture of gleaming silver and a pale grey. He is unable to keep his eyes off the beast. He remembers the Vojik's musky scent and wonders why he had to attack Drake in his own tent. Was it to show dominance? Prove that because Drake is a human that he is inferior? Or is there another reason?Rowan shifts his head slightly, his gaze landing on Drake. The intensity of his stare causes a small shiver in the Prince's neck. He grits his teeth and hardens his expression as he notices the werewolf smirking."I must keep my
Eliana's entire body shuts down, her heart bleeding from the betrayal. There is a hole in her chest, nausea building up into her throat."Selma," her voice cracks, dry tears lighting her eyes on fire.The maid snorts harshly, almost rolling her eyes. She takes a step closer to the two women."We must go," Alma hisses to Eliana, grabbing her arm and pulling. "We need to get out of here."The Princess refuses to budge though, her wide gaze still on Selma."Did you really hate us that much?" She swallows a second wave of tears.Curling her lips, the handmaid softly shrugs, "You should not even be alive. Humans and Pivurlions should never be together.""Princess," Alma urges as she notices movement behind the throne, "Let's go."Eliana holds herself together, but only barely. The woman before her, who has raised her from infancy, has never truly loved her. "Why. . ." she clears her throat, "Why pretend?"Selma huffs, "Like I said before, I had very limited resources to accomplish
Eliana sighs with relief, tears welling up. "I thought you were dead.""No," the elderly woman bites out moving forward, "Hardly."The Princess takes a step forward, but an oddity in the way Selma is watching her, causes Eliana to pause.Alma continues to stare at the room, her eyes wide as she peers upon the golden throne. She blinks repeatedly before turning her attention onto the maid."Where is everyone?"Selma's gaze slowly shifts to the werebird, "Excuse me?""The citizens, soldiers. Where is everyone in Zaline," Alma elaborates. Her brow shifts up in inquiry."They have all either fled or have been captured," she states simply, her shoulders slightly lifting in a shrug."Selma," Eliana forces out her words, an unease building in her stomach. "Where is my father?"The woman's body shifts back to face her, a cruel curl twisting her lips, "Why did you have to survive? Why did you return?"Trying to organize her thoughts, Eliana frowns, "What do you mean?""You were not m