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.
"Come on," Jasper refuses to relinquish Eliana's arm as they sprint through Windwill, pushing their way through the busy streets.Eliana swallows through the burning in her chest from a mixture of exhaustion and fear. The other rebels that came to the aide of their comrade, are still behind them, shouting profanity in their direction."I can't—" she gasps out, exhaustion taking hold.Jasper glances back at her, perspiration building on his temples. He grits his teeth before yanking Eliana down a narrow path between the buildings.The area is so small, the rough brick scrapes her arms as they run, turning right. She bites back her whimpers of pain."Here," he growls, pushing her against an indent in one of the structure's walls. He presses against her, his hands on either side of her head. He peeks his head out slightly, watching for the rebels. He swallows in order to control his labored breathing. "Why are they even here in Windwill with slaves? I thought Drein outlawed slavery y
"Are you alright," Evyn gasps as he leans against the door of the small house they are now hiding in.Alma glances around at their surroundings, her body trembling. It is not for the rebels searching for them. No, it is for the fact that she is now alone with her mate, a complete stranger."Alma, right? Are you injured?" Evyn moves away form the door now, concern pouring out of every part of his body."I—I am fine," she whimpers, side stepping to avoid any contact with him.His scent alone has her mind going hazy. Tangerine. The tangy smell clings to the sides of her tongue.Evyn's brow furrows, the rejection she subtly gives him causing confusion to build in his features."I am sorry," she states, realizing what she has done. "I do not know how to react."Clenching his jaw, Evyn rolls his shoulders and pushes out his chest. "You do not need to be awkward around me. I shall clear the air now. I will not accept you as a mate, on the simple premise that you are not a werebear. I w
Olisnia sits near Alma, both hands over the metal restraint. She hums softly, her pale gaze glowing. Eliana watches intently, awe warming her chest. She could swear that the tattoos lining her body are actually moving, shifting.The metal begins to creak under her hold and it quickly begins to crumble, into dust."Oh," Eliana leans back in surprise, a giddiness building in her stomach. She grins, "That is amazing." Alma smiles softly as well, her shoulders drooping.Both of the men stand off to the side, their arms folded as they watch the Drulian."Does she hold power over us," Evyn questions. "Is that why we all feel an attraction toward her?"Jasper cocks his head to the side as he watches Eliana. He sneers, "The reason we have so much trust for her, is because it is the magic of the Drulians that created us. It is engrained within us not to harm our masters."Evyn cocks his brow, "Wait, so if we wanted to. . .""As far as what mama taught me, we can still kill them. This e
"Alma," Evyn bites out once they return to the old building. The werebird sits, a little dazed, on the rough ground, her legs folded harshly under her."Where's Eliana," Jasper rumbles, stepping into the structure and quickly glancing around."She," Alma pauses, her eyes glistening."What is it," he barks, fear tightening around his heart."Jasper," Evyn snaps, a snarl forming across his features as he helps the girl stand."They took her," Alma sobs falling into Evyn's embrace.Jasper's entire body begins to tremble. He steps up in front of the Boquiv, "Who did?""Climont," she whispers.He pivots around and sprints down the road."Jasper, wait," Evyn shouts after him. "You don't know where they are.""I will not stand around and let them do what they wish to her," he growls, his gaze tinged with the crimson of his rage."He is correct," Olisnia states, walking around the side of the building. "You do not know where to look."Jasper releases a guttural howl as he rushes th
Eliana forces herself to hold eye contact with Prince Drake. His demeanor is intimidating as he towers over her, a shadow casting over his features, hiding any inclination on what he is thinking."He is most likely pondering on how to kill me," she hisses in her mind.There is a low murmur in the crowd of Climont soldiers, metal clanking as they return their swords to their scabbards. Eliana wonders if they have just returned from a battle."Who has harmed her," Drake's question causes a hesitation in Eliana's mind. His brow furrows even farther as he turns to those who kidnapped her. "I asked, who laid their hands on her."One of the men, the one that she head butted, steps forward, his gaze refusing to leave the ground. His face is painted with a dark bruise that expands from his nose out into his cheeks. "We did not mean to. She fought us when we took her and the bruising is a result."There is a twitch in the Prince's lips, his nose crinkling for a moment. He looks back down a
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