Imelda’s POVThese women think they can hide their condition from me. Me, really? I have seen and helped more pregnant women than they have had hot dinners. Esme knows I’m on to her, the look of understanding when I told her and Liberty to talk, said it all. Her secret is out, she might aswel find comfort in those around her who can sympathise with her complicated situation.Lottie only suspects that I know about her. Truth be told, I probably knew before she did. It doesn’t sit well with me, taking her into this fight knowing she is carrying such rare and precious cargo, and had there been any other choice I would have taken it but desperate times call for desperate measures.She shouldn’t shift, but her magic will remain unaffected for now. All I need her to do is get close enough to one of the Katasan to draw blood with the Athamè. She has proven herself to be a formidable fighter, and as long as she gets in and out quickly, she will be fine. I can use the blood to locate whomever
Gabe’s POV “Gabe, no.” distorted cries fill the air and I watch as the dark grey clouds move across the sky. The moon is rising, and the air is frigid but the sand beneath me is warm and comforting. I had debated whether or not to ask Lottie if she is carrying my child before I left for my perimeter run. I should have, but I lost my nerve, what if I’m wrong? I should have taken every opportunity to show her what she means to me, what our child would mean to me. Instead, I put it off. I thought I would have more time, that she would come to me and tell me when she is ready. It is Zeke who put the idea in my head, he made an off the cuff comment, and now I can think of nothing else, apart from why she wouldn’t tell me. I’m told that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Well, I’m waiting, but the flashes aren’t coming. ‘I have died many times, each time has been different.’ Zeke calmly and softly distracts me from the pain in my chest. The dagger lodged between my ribs
Liberty’s POV “Do you think you can get something off this?” Imelda asks as she hands me a dagger. The blade is sticky and coated in drying blood and I’m taken aback by her request and the object she hastily thrusts in my direction. “Where did you get this?” I hesitantly take hold of the handle and turn it to get a good look, its not one of ours, nor is it the dragon glass blade she had Lottie retrieve from her room earlier. I have never seen such an intricately carved handle on a weapon. All of the weapons here are purely just that, tools to keep the pace and defend the pack, but this dagger looks like an ornament. The ripples in the Damascus steel are the only feature I immediately recognise, and that is only because the Old Guard are very proud of their own Damascus blades. “It was in Gabriel when Lottie and I found him on the beach.” She sounds so monotone but I can feel her pain merging with my own. None of us expected today to be the day the fight came to us and our losses hav
Zander’s POVFollowing my brother and his captors had been a snap decision. I’m not even sure what I had hoped to achieve, there is only so far I can follow them in their boats then I’ll be stood on the side of a mountain with nothing to show for my little adventure. I think I just needed to feel like I was doing something, anything other than watch them sail away with a part of me. I was several miles out of our territory before I even realised what I was doing and that I had shut out all of the noise and chatter of the mind link.I know I should at least let Liberty know where I am, but at the risk of sounding like nothing but a hypocrite, I decided to keep my mouth and my mind shut until I have something of significance to tell her. I know she is okay, I can feel our connection strumming away in the background the way I always do, like static in my soul.I followed the insurgent forces at a distance, never letting their sails out of my sight, as they retreated down the coast. Their
Christian’s POV“Take him through to the back.” A gruff voice commands in the darkness.“It’s him...... they got an Alpha..... the pack will come for us now.... that’s the idea....” whispered voices seem to echo around me. I can hear everything but see nothing, I’m aware of my body but it’s like it is no longer attached to my mind, when I try to move it doesn’t respond. I’m paralysed, helpless and way out of my depth.I used to be quick to anger and everyone told me it would land me in trouble. It’s funny how love, rather than anger, has landed me in it up to my neck. I just had to get out of there, if I hadn’t I would have done something that I honestly don’t think I would regret for any reason other than hurting Liberty. The Goddess and fates have given her another mate, it can only mean my brother an I are lacking. I have never truly felt like I deserve her, but this is proof that the niggling voice in the deep, dark recesses of my mind was right.I watched the witch throw her dagg
Gabe’s POV“Gabe, you’re okay, don’t try to move.” Lottie’s gentle voice soothes my initial panic.The last thing I remember was pain. So much pain I was sure I would never hear her sweet voice again.I just had the weirdest dream, although, truth be told I’m not entirely sure if it was a dream or if I ascended to the heavens and returned. I have never experienced anything like it in all my life. No dream I have ever had has felt so real yet so surreal.I remember being in the forest and finding Christian but he was stood absolutely still like he was frozen in time. The woman between the two of us turned and shouted in a language that sounds a lot like what Lottie uses when she is casting with her witch magic. She must have been a witch too. The look on her face disarmed me, it was one of remorse and guilt, whatever she was doing there was not of her own volition.I should have known better than to let my guard down, thinking back it was obvious that something was amiss, Christian’s u
Imelda’s POVI immediately recognised the dagger in Gabe as one of the thirteen I created many, many years ago. He has no idea how fortunate he is that I was there to remove it. Nuntius blades are connected to their creator and whomever they wish to receive the message inside and only they can remove it from a body. It sounds barbaric now but back when the witch hunts were at their peak they became a life line for so many of us.The way a Nuntius blade works is simple but effective. Not every witch has the necessary powers to create such an intricate and complex tool and as far as I’m aware there were only a handful of us, from the most powerful covens, who successfully used them.How one of my blades ended up in the hands of the Kutkatasina is beyond me, but what troubles me more is that the witches who used it were capable of manipulating my magic and moulding the dagger into something else entirely.There can only be one explanation. The Katasan witches are from one of my covens, d
Marcel’s POVThe phrase ‘you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone’ comes to mind as we make our way back towards Pine Lake at a snails pace. I have always been fast, even for a Vampyre. Training and patrolling with the pack has been interesting, they aren’t as quick as I am but their endurance more than makes up for it. Travelling with these women is slow and frustrating. I know they can’t help it and I could run ahead and be back with Liberty in no time at all. It is at times like this that I really appreciate my genetic advantages.Nobody back home has any idea where we are. They don’t know we have Christian or that Zander and I are out here together. The witches insist that there are Katasan all the way up and down the coast in both directions and the only way back is through the mountain range. Fortunately we are passing through one of the narrowest areas and the valley is wide and as even as one could hope for. There are boulders in our path and an occasional fallen tree to