"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
"May I ask you a question," Olisnia inquires to Alma as she slows her horse to match the werebird's pace.She nods softly shifting on her steed. She stares at the back of Evyn's head as the men ride ahead of them, but he does not glance back. The sun has only risen and set once since they left Windwill. She did not understand why they continued to travel, even at night. Her eyes strained to see where she is going. Both Jasper and Evyn hold up torches for their horses to be able to navigate."Has it always been difficult for you to shift forms?"Alma's eyes widen as her gaze snaps back to the Drulian. Out of the corner of her vision, she can see that Evyn glances back as well, but only for a moment. Heat bursts up into her neck at the embarrassment."Uh, yes, I have never been able to completely shift." Alma tightens her grip on her reigns and moves her gaze to the neck of her horse, trying to block out how ridiculous it is that she would not know how to transform.Olisnia's voice
Drake steps to the side, able to somehow sense Eliana's presence. He is not quite quick enough, though, as the rusted nail imbeds itself in the side of his arm. He bares his teeth in pain. As he tries to turn and face the Princess, she rips the weapon out and goes for his neck.With reflexes now kicking in, Drake grabs Eliana's wrist, tightening her hold on the metal. She whimpers as her flesh is pinched. Gritting her teeth, she yanks against his hold, trying to step away.Drake's long hair is now even over her own shoulder, tangling them together. He grabs her other arm, pinning her in place."Let me go." She seethes, her face burning with anger. She will not allow herself to be used and manipulated by a Climont monster."You just tried to kill me, and yet you're still demanding things of me," he chuckles, his chest rumbling. Drake's breath is hot on her face, only causing her rage to build. "I said unhand me.""Only if you promise to sit peacefully and listen to what I have to
"Have I made a mistake?" Eliana whispers as she sits in the large wooden drum, washing off the grime of her travels. The water has become drastically cool, but she welcomes the cold, allowing herself to become clearer minded. "How do I know that Drake will keep his word?"Cupping a handful of the water, Eliana splashes it over her face, rubbing her cheeks."He would not risk the wrath of his father for nothing, right?"Making sure to keep her body almost completely submerged in the water, Eliana dunks her head back, wetting her hair. She glances around at her surroundings carefully. She is on the outside of camp, a large sheet blocking her view of the tents. She wonders if they all do this when they bathe. "What if someone is watching," she wonders to herself."Prince Drake has ordered all men to stay within camp, to not venture out, for the time being." Junet explains as she appears through the small tuft of decaying trees. "He does not want your privacy impeded on.""That is v
Jasper paces back and forth, his shoulders hunched over, his gaze never leaving the spot where Eliana was standing.Alma is still near the tub, watching him. Her heart warms at the emotion Jasper feels for Eliana. The love he has, even for someone who could not possibly be his soul bond. It gives her hope, that even though her lover in Pyrion is not her mate, that they can still be happy and in love. She presses her lips together to hide a smile at the thought of the young man. His short, pale hair and his beady eyes that linger on her. An image of him forms in her mind, smiling at her. "Oh come on," Evyn growls snapping her out of her reverie, "Why are we even still here?" He throws his hands up into the air, exasperated. "She obviously is not in any real danger. She can simply just go home with them."Weighing whether or not she should respond, Alma covertly follows Evyn's movements. He is close to her, his scent twisting around her heart and blocking most of her senses. She inha
"We should be leaving now," Jasper growls out. He runs his hand through his hair, pulling the locks. "It is only for a few hours," Alma explains. "We will be able to make up the time later on.""I do not feel comfortable here," he retorts, snarling. The Climont soldiers mill about, shining their weapons or cooking their dinner. The maids constantly glance over at the Pivurlions, their brows stitched up with unease. Jasper refuses to relax in this atmosphere. There is a tension thick in the air that he does not trust. "Let's retrieve our horses," Alma urges, moving to his side."I am not leaving her here alone.""She is not alone, Olisnia is with her." Jasper breathes in, but he is only able to sense a small whiff of Eliana's honey scent. He cannot put too much distance between them. He must protect her."She is right," Evyn sighs entering the conversation. "We all know Olisnia is very powerful. She will watch over Eliana while we go to get the horses. We will need them if w
"You're lying," Eliana bites out, her entire being wracked with a shockwave reverberating through her. She grits her teeth, trying to hold herself together. "Why would you even say such a thing?""Because it is the truth," Olisnia sighs. "I know it is difficult to comprehend, but it is a fact of your lineage.""It is impossible. My grandmother passed before my mother ever gave birth to me. Neither me nor my mother have any abilities." Anger rolls through Eliana, the edges of her vision darkening. She stands her hands tightening into fists."It is simply because your blood has mixed with that of a human. You do not hold the same abilities as a fullblood Kexon. You most likely cannot shift completely, but you are still considered a Pivurlion. Your golden hair is proof of this.""What—my hair? Why?" Eliana reaches up and gently tugs on her locks."I am sure you are aware that every clan has their own specific trait. The werebears are overtly large, and the werebirds are thin, short,
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