All Chapters of Command of the Wolf: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I fought to lock inside the sobs that threatened to overwhelm me. Bronze shadows snaked around my head in the Justice Chamber, trapping inside my jerremy just the same as my tears. Why had I traveled back to Oxford to answer my aunt’s text? I’d thought that all I’d have to do would be Claim an Alpha, then magically I’d become the Wolve Winner destined by the House of Heights. Instead, I’d wound up condemned as a rebel and facing execution.I stared between the three silent wolve masks, as the judge, jury, and executioner sat on their furry thrones. These were the sorcereses who long ago, I’d hoped would welcome me into their covens. Later, when no engraved letter, talking broomstick, telepathic black cat or however I’d figured it’d work, arrived to call me away from my uncle’s non-magical world, I’d dreamed of being left alone to carve out my own life. But Isabella’

I looked with widened eyes through the one-way mirror, when my jerremy snapped angrily at the glbutt, at the lab in which Moon was being trained by Jason and Alex like the Blood twins had paired up again fresh from my nightmares.Was this mirror here so that the sorcereses could watch the breaking of a werewolve like it was part of the curriculum? When King and I had first sneaked from the Claiming Suite through the silent House of Seasons, when my heart had thundered in my chest and I’d jumped at every shadow because I had to free my Charms before my aunt discovered us, I’d hidden, expecting that Jason would be able to spy us through the other side of the glbutt. King’s mouth had tightened, however, as he’d waved me forward. “We have the same schooling rooms in my empire for difficult Alphas to be displayed to the Alpha Academy. Amusing, wouldn’t you say, that your aunt and my

I ran through the mansion, which was blurred by my tears. Doubling over with sobs, I clutched onto the stone bust of my ancestor who would’ve rejoiced rather than wailed over the death of a mage. My fingers ghost trailed through the dust. My shadows billowed around me in distressed waves down the staircase and around the chandelier, until the light became filtered to a hellish red. Anthony had insisted that he carry Mischief to his attic, rather than my bedroom. Mischief still hadn’t woken up. I could only allow myself to think that he was asleep and not, you know, something worse. It’d hurt not to have him close to me in my own room.How had I ever slung his unicorn butt into a cage?Then Anthony had settled Mischief into the nest of pillows and blankets. Mischief must’ve taken the bedding for Anthony from the rest of the house because when I’d first discovered the Addict angel in the att

Blood-red light bled through the stained glbutt window of Mars, bathing the stone walls of Cosmos Tower in an alien dawn. I eyed Selena warily, as she leaned against the window, staring down at the college’s quad below like I wasn’t dripping cooling blood just across from her Carrie style, when my three wolves knelt at my feet leashed and muzzled with vines.It’d been part of the plan to be got, but boy, had I underestimated the creativity of the coven’s alarm system. Cosmos Tower was the highest point of the House of Blood. I remembered hearing my mother chatting about the beauty of the stained glbutt and the way that the roof sparkled as if with true stars but that I couldn’t go in yet because it was where she did her grownup work. Honestly, she couldn’t have made me want to peek inside more, if she’d told me that the walls had been made out of chocolate and it’d been stuffed

My three Charms and Alex knelt in the middle of Cosmos tower with their blond heads bowed. It reminded me of my first day back in Oxford, when I’d walked down the rank of kneeling Alphas in the Training Center. I’d been turned on and excited then, seeing no more than sinfully hot guys that I could choose to control as my own. Pinned now against the stained glbutt window of Mars and pooled in its blood-red light by bronze shadows that trapped my own ones, however, I’d learned my lesson about the danger of controlling anyone. Only perfect Alphas, the sign had read. Yet by choosing the REJECT, I’d picked the soon to be king. I squirmed, cracking back against the glbutt, when my shoulders ached. When I couldn’t break the shadows’ hold, I growled in frustration.Wolves might’ve murdered my parents, but sorcereses were abou