LexI haven’t been to Cerise Port in years. Fatherhood and running a kingdom can keep a man busy. I’ve always felt a kinship with Uncle Cyrus who I’ve always been able to talk to easier than my own father. When my mother used to bring Kane and I to her birth kingdom, we could breathe and just be ord
LydiaThe movement of the semi-truck makes me woozy. Jesse lets me rest my head on her lap as it's more comfortable than the metal floor of the truck. She and I have been leaning on each other. Having someone I can talk to makes this experience more bearable."What’s it like in your packlands?” Jess
KaneWhile it’s true what Emory says about us wanting a beach day, there is another reason why we’re in Cerise Port. My uncle is one of the few people whose opinion I value. His experience and wisdom as a ruler cannot be discounted. When I first ascended to the throne, his guidance had been invaluab
Baby steps.Looking around the dining room table, I don’t think any of us would have guessed we’d all be dining together so casually someday. Change might take time, but it all starts somewhere.“Where’s Samuel?” Lex asks. “And Miranda? I thought we might see them.”“My children are both out of town
“I still feel guilty,” he admits quietly. “I’m eating the best seafood in my life. And Lydia is…”“On her way to being rescued. We just have to wait and have faith in Rainer.”“Can Rainer hurry it up a bit? I’m getting impatient.”His tone indicates his joking so I roll my eyes and shove his shoulde
WillowWhen Ivy told me she was going to be in Cerise Port, I agreed to come and see her. Kane and Emory were going for their planned visit. I haven’t had the chance to visit the seaside kingdom, and I thought the change of scenery might be good for my daughter. Ever since Rainer left to go rescue L
LydiaMy body has mostly healed despite the meagre food and rest I’m surviving on. Shifter healing could do wonders especially in the direst of circumstances. With my head clear, I’m able to be alert and pay attention to our surroundings during travel. We journey through the night and set camp durin
LydiaThe vampire’s red eyes glare at me. Jesse struggles to escape from his grip, and he pulls at one of her paws. There’s a sickening crunch as bone breaks, and Jesse lets out a pained yelp. She goes limp from the pain, and the vampire holds her up with his superior strength. I’m antsy on my feet,
Michael“Michael! MICHAEL!” Emelda’s voice rips through the gloom just as I’m about to reach my front door. I’m in my wolf form, my dark brown, nearly black, coat dusted with beads of mist as I turn on the top step to look down at the vampire rushing in my direction. She’s soaking wet and moving at
FayeI’m sitting against plush pillows feeling like myself again, whoever that is. My memories are still hazy, but I’m starting to remember key things. My name is Faye. I’m twenty. I like to read, draw, and play the piano. I’m actually very good at playing piano. I like the color pink, even though i
MichaelI carefully pluck Matilda’s cold fingers from my shirt. “Where’s your fiance?”“Hell if I know,” she replies smoothly, her full lips curving at the edges. “Not around, obviously. He’s keeping his distance.”I want to say that I don’t blame him. Something about her makes me want to crawl out
I whirl and sink against the door, fuming, holding my face in my hands while I listen to Emelda’s voice drop to something soft and gentle while the nameless girl moans as if she’s in pain. The girl starts sobbing, begging Emelda for help, and it’s my undoing. Emelda is right. Whatever this tugging
MichaelEmelda silently returns to the kitchen with her tray of tonics and potions and sets them on the counter, wordlessly scribbling doses in the black leather notebook she’s been carrying around in her pocket since the night I met the witch-turned-vampire seven years ago. I lean against the coun
FayePrince Michael sits on the side of the bed. I edge closer, holding his gaze like I’m in a trance. I can hear his heart thumping even from this distance. I can hear his blood rushing in his veins. His scent is warm and overwhelmingly comforting, adding to the dizzy feeling cascading over my body
Faye“Wait,” I beg, scooching across wet grass, my palms broken and bruised from the gravel on the road. “Why? Why are you doing this?”Another blow to my chest has me curling into the fetal position. Rain pelts my face–sharp, and cold. The dress my mother spent weeks perfecting is torn from my body
MichaelIt’s the middle of the night when I walk up to my doorstep. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but Ravenfell is foggy, cool, and only slightly damp tonight. I open the door to quiet darkness. A light switches on upstairs, illuminating the second floor landing as I step into the foyer, holding
FayeIt’s raining. I watch a raindrop roll down the window, absorbing its companions. The rest of the world is a dark blur as I press my fingertips to the window, finding the glass cold. Someone touches my thigh in the darkness, murmuring something under their breath. Soon, the world comes into view