TANIA
Of two things I was irrevocably certain. One: the bond was no longer my biggest problem. Not when severing it no longer solved my problem. Because severing the bond wouldn't suddenly remove the feelings I had for him. And I knew I felt something for him because, if I didn't, I wouldn't have been standing in front of this cave waiting to have a meeting with the council.
The second thing I was certain of was that I was about to enter a hostile environment. I probably deserved every bit of hostility coming my way but so did they. So, I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin high. My white locked tumbled over my shoulders, shimmering as it held the slices of moonlight that seeped through the canopy above. We had to hold the meeting at night for the vampires' sake. There were a million places I'd rather be right now, like in bed wrapped up in Sylvain's arms. But instead, here I stood.
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SYLVAIN I shackled the witch to the wall in the same way she had once shackled Tania. For the most part, I was a calm, level-headed person but seeing Kali's face made me feel like a stranger to myself. I wanted nothing more than to sink my canines into her and claw her to bloody ribbons because of all the pain she had put my mate through.The imagery had a growl rumbling at the base of my throat. It had the stone walls of the dungeon we were in rumbling, loose stones falling out of place in the process. I wanted to torture her in a way no one had ever been tortured. Even if she gave me the answers I was looking for, I still wanted to make her feel every ounce of pain I possibly could.I rolled my shoulders when the phantom burn I felt all those weeks ago danced across my back. It felt like my flesh was being slowly burned away from my bone, causing wave after wave of agony to rock my system. And that was just half of it. Tania actually went through it and then suffered from the pain
TANIA One hour turned to two and two turned into half the night as I watched my father torture Kali. Her answer was always the same though. She kept insisting there was no way to get my wings back. Each time those words left her lips they chiseled away a piece of hope, leaving me deflated and dejected. If I couldn't get my wings back then I could no longer call myself fae. And, staying here just reminded me of the things I once had and could once do. It made no sense to stay and pity myself. If this was a lost cause then I needed to find a way to move on. Leaving this place behind me seemed like a good option. But only once I knew these people—my people—were safe and would no longer be hunted the way they were. I started something I was going to complete. Sylvain may have thought that I went about it in the wrong way but it finally got the attention I was aiming to get. All I wanted was for my people to live freely just the same as other supernaturals, not needing to hide behind mag
TANIA"Fuck!" Sylvain cursed. The blast of magic that erupted from my body ebbed along with the icy tendrils of shadows that clouded us in darkness. Sylvain's body relaxed a little, the tension coiling his muscles dissipating the moment he could feel his connection with his wolf again. Our bodies were still connected with his large hands firmly grasping at my waist as he gradually pumped into me. It was like I could feel him everywhere. From the way, his shaft slid against my walls to the way sparks danced across my flesh. With every roll of his hips, I felt something tether to my heart—the mate bond—like a live wire strengthening until it could never be broken. "Tania," my name came out strained from his bruised, parted lips but it sounded so right coming from him. It had heat pooling at my core, made me want to ravish every part of him until all he could feel was my touch, all he could taste would be me, and only I could ever sate this kind of hunger in him, "your wings...""My w
TANIA My body was a jittery mess with the giddiness which coursed through my veins. I awoke at the crack of dawn because of the slices of warm sunlight penetrating through the gap in my closed curtains. When I peered out the window I noticed that the weather was perfect for flying. Everything, for once, was going right in my life. The optimist in me was thrilled and felt that this was a long time coming. I deserved something to go right in my life after everything had gone terribly wrong. The pessimist in me, however, was rearing her ugly head. Anyone would get suspicious when things suddenly began working out for them after everything in their life fell apart. It could have been a strike of good luck which everyone needed at some point. Or, it could even be a nasty trick being played by the hands of fate just to leave you questioning your existence all over again. I stifled those negative thoughts as much as I could but, at the back of my mind, I felt them running their sharp claw
SYLVAINI scrambled to my feet and leaped to the side to avoid the second blast of magic that Tania hurled toward me. She had sent my body across the room with so much force the first that it left an indentation on the moss-ridden wall and fractured a few of my bones. They were healing at a remarkably fast rate but I needed to keep her busy until I healed completely so I could shift if I needed to. "Tania..." I called her name once more hoping I could break through the trance she was under. It was as if she had lost herself in her mind, letting her greed for more magic control her. If I could just reach out to her—the real her—maybe I could drag her back to the surface. The last time she had siphoned from me this didn't happen. I quickly concluded that her overdoing it—over-siphoning—resulted in her losing herself. It was like an alcoholic who didn't know when to stop and caused havoc when they exceeded their limit. "Stand still so I can kill you," Tania growled but her voice didn'
SYLVAINI paced the length of the room restlessly as I waited for Tania to awaken. Hours had passed since I had marked her. In that time, I had taken a shower and forced myself to eat because I needed the sustenance but I could barely stomach the food. All I wanted was for her to wake up so I could see if my marking her had worked or not. I'd face her wrath of being marked unwillingly as long as it worked. I didn't miss the irony of my situation. It seemed like my family had a tradition. My father had marked my mother without her consent because he didn't want another mate to reject him. Quade had marked Sydney because he had to save her, not because either of them wanted him to mark her. And me, I had marked Tania to restore whatever bits of sanity I could before she lost herself completely—again, not because she wanted me to. Of course, I wanted to mark her and make her mine. I wanted her to show off my claim on her because she was proud to be mated to me. But now, she would proba
TANIA"What are we doing here?" I asked Sylvain as I stared down the rocky face of the cliff we were on. We were so high up that the oxygen seemed thinner here—making it difficult to breathe—and the icy breeze whipped around me almost burning my skin. "You said you wanted to go to the highest cliff and scream for everyone to hear that you've gotten your wings back," he nonchalantly shrugged and sat at the edge with his legs flailing feebly over the cliff, "this may not be the highest cliff but it will have to do."I remembered telling him those words—it was one of the last things I remembered before blanking out. The fact that he brought me here just because I had mentioned it was something I wanted to do had my heart swelling two sizes too big for my ribcage. It pained. Knowing that he would do something like that to make me happy made me elated but it also gave me a bucket load of pain. I wasn't sure how he did it. He must have been a smoother talker than I had pegged him for if h
TANIAI didn't know how it happened or when it happened but somehow my mindset had shifted. Sylvain had gradually chipped away at the wall I had built around my heart until the entire thing crumbled. Now, he found a place in my heart, taking up a permanent residence and I wasn't sure I wanted him to leave. The thought of evicting him was unbearable. I couldn't imagine waking up and not being caged in his warm, strong embrace. I didn't want to go a moment without hearing his gruff, authoritative voice. I loved his goofy nature and how comfortable he was with himself. I didn't know how I lived my life without him but, now that he was a part of me, I knew I couldn't face another day if he had to leave my side. It wasn't the bond that had me opening up to him. The bond had just brought us to a place where being civil was our only option. It what his character and the way he carried himself that melted my anger and molded it into love. This foreign feeling which collided with me each tim
SYLVAIN"What do you mean you can't find her?" My voice bellowed through the forest, sending the birds in the trees fleeing for safety, "you had one job, one fucking job, and you messed it up!""Don't blame me," Tane raised his hands in mock surrender, unfazed by my blowout. By now, he was well accustomed to them, "it's not easy to keep up with someone who has wings.""If her mother finds out we've lost her, we're both dead. We might as well start making our gravestones now," I grumbled as I ruffled my mop of ginger curls in frustration. I loved my daughter, I really did. She was five now and at that age where she loved going on adventures even if it meant wandering off on her own. She knew the rules though—never leave the magical wards protecting the pack. However, now that she had learned to summon her wings at will, she was getting more and more difficult to contain. As much as I loved my daughter, though, she gave me a shit tone of stress. "Come on, Xena, this isn't funny. Stop
TANIAI spent the better half of this week getting to know the pack more, their schedules, how each individual member had a role in the pack, how they operated and trusted one another implicitly. It was vastly different from how fae worked.Fae lived in cities but, just like human cities, we were independent. We did not rely on one another and most certainly did not all play a role the way wolves did. For wolves, each and every member in their pack was family which they were willing to die for. There was something so pure about it. Pure enough to have guilt riddle the very essence of my being each time I remembered what I had done to them. Whenever that happened, Sylvain was always there to placate me. He reminded me of how far I had come from that power-hungry girl who sought out blind revenge. He reminded me that I had changed for the better and he played a hand in that change. I watched Sylvain from outside the wards I had placed along his pack's borders—our pack. He was animated
SYLVAINI watched Tania as she made her rounds around the clearing, networking and getting to know the people of my pack—our pack. For someone who wasn't in her element, she looked at home. Her lips were curled upward in an inviting, warm smile, and each person she spoke with left with a reciprocating smile on their face. She managed to thaw out most of the unease that we stepped into when the night began, gradually gaining the trust and confidence of everyone around her the way she had gained that pup's trust by helping him with his magic. Tania looked the picture of perfection. Even after I ravished her and left her sated, leaving her with a glow from the aftermath, she looked breathtaking. Her hair had come loose so she opted to leave it down in white waves that brushed her waist each time her hips moved. She was so beautiful it felt like a privilege to just glance in her mere direction and she was all mine. From those dark eyes to her pale skin. From her forbidden thoughts to the
TANIAI smoothed my clammy palms down the silky material of the black dress I wore. It fitted my figure like a second skin with a low-cut front starting from thin spaghetti straps. The back of the dress was left open, hitched right above my tailbone while the skirt flowed elegantly to the ground. Two thigh-high slits gave the dress an extra bit of spice while also making the material breathable and easy to walk in. It was a gorgeous dress that shimmered each time it caught and held the light thanks to the soft material. My white hair was pinned up and braided at the top with ringlets of hair popping out. I had naturally wavy hair so I had to use a ton of hairspray to keep the curls in check. One of the she-wolves who had helped dress me told me to leave my mark open for everyone to see. It wasn't just a claim to them. It was so much more and it was meant to be proudly worn, not hidden away. I had no qualms with that especially considering how much I liked the black set of wings on my
TANIA"It's done," I announced, dropping my hands and leaving them to flail at my sides. In order to cast the glamour around the pack I needed to tap into the magic I had siphoned from Kali before killing her. It didn't take much out of me but, the more I used from that well, the lesser it became with no way of replenishing it. I liked the feeling of magic crackling at my fingertips and coursing through my veins but it would soon run out and all that would remain was a dark, hollow void that I'd ache to fill. It was a simple spell involving cardinal magic. Most fae with elemental magic also possessed cardinal magic and was able to perform glamour spells. I wasn't most fae. Witches had access to all kinds of magic, each type slightly more powerful than the last. I learned to wield each type of magic from Kali's granddaughter, whenever the witch permitted me to siphon from her. Most times, I siphoned and practiced on my own. Due to that, I knew how to perform a glamour spell by the ba
SYLVAIN"The pack is anxious about this morning's meeting," Tane announced as he entered my office, "it's caused a buzz. Everyone is talking about it. Including pups. It's so weird. They weren't even in such a craze when that whole thing with Alpha Quade happened.""I don't blame them," I sighed in exasperation. Exhaustion weighed my muscles down. Tania and I had only gotten a maximum of two hours of sleep. It was partially my fault paired with jet lag. I had this insatiable need for her that I wanted to constantly sate. Stifling a yawn behind a fist, I said, "there have been a lot of changes in a short period of time. Having a faerie as a luna is going to be a drastic change for them.""There was a time when we had a human as a Luna, that may have been before my time but it happened and if they could adapt to that, then they can adapt to this," Tane supplied with the confidence I severely lacked at this moment. I felt as if I spoke a big game, but now that push came to shove, I was
TANIA"You're leaving again?" Came Sylvain's father's incredulous voice. It boomed with authority that whipped around him like an energy shield, making him sound just as dangerous as he looked—and he looked a spitting image of Sylvain bar the ginger ringlets and the porcelain complexion that his son had inherited from his mate. I stood awkwardly under Sylvain's gaze as he pinned me in place. His eyes never wavered and I couldn't find the courage to break the connection because he was my safe place right now. My throat worked but my cowardly nerves had a ball lodging itself in my throat, making it difficult to even feed my lungs with the oxygen they needed. "I still have a few things I need to take care of so I need to go back," it was as if he was trying to assure me that he didn't plan on sending me back alone as if that thought had plagued me even once. It never did, though. Trusting him was now a knee-jerk reaction. It was a reflex I knew would follow me till my last days. "Wha
SYLVAIN "Ready?" I asked Tania as I collected the duffle she grasped tightly within white fists. As soon as she was packed and ready to go we made our way to the clearing. Considering I hadn't brought anything with me and most of the clothes I wore here were bought here, I decided to leave them behind. They would be useful when I returned—and I did plan on returning. "I should be asking you that," her pale lips twitched into a shaky smile. Throwing her duffle over my shoulder as if it didn't weigh a thing—I was surprised by how little she packed, to begin with—I shrugged, "I have a theory that I want to test out.""What theory?" She cocked her brow at me in question and narrowed her gaze as if trying to decipher the thoughts running through my head. "Well, it's only when you use the shadows around me that my beast gets suppressed. So, I wanted to know if they would still suppress my beast if it had full control. You've never tried this whole teleportation thing with me being in m
TANIAI reluctantly peeled my eyelids open as I blindingly threw my arm across the bed. Only, instead of the limb resting over a warm, hard body, it landed on smooth, silky, cold sheets. This had me blinking my eyes rapidly, forcing my exhaustion away so I could focus on reality. Propping myself up on an elbow, I glared at the empty space next to me where Sylvain was meant to be. It had been so long since I had woken up to an empty bed. I hated not being able to start my morning off by seeing his mop of unruly ginger curls paired with his crooked, tired grin. After the meeting last night, we had come straight home and made our way to the library to see Zora. She was already waiting for us when we returned as if she knew we would be coming to her. It didn't take much convincing when it came to protecting the treaty. She was eager to assist us, filling in the role of protector as easily as she had done all these years. I believed everyone—be it human, werewolf, or even fae—had a calli