Adrian's POV I take Pippa’s packed suitcase and carry it out to the car. I’m hyper-vigilant and on high alert, ready to run back to grab her and leave if I have to. I load her bag into the trunk of my beat-up old 4 x 4 and cover it with a blanket just in case someone comes by and looks inside. She’s dressed and ready to go by the time I’m back. She looks adorable and thorougly edible in her khaki shorts, an oversized black t-shirt and hiking boots. I tuck all my lustful thoughts away, and try to concentrate on the matter at hand. “Grab a sweater or something,” I say. “It’s cool outside.” “I’ll be fine.” “Do you always have to argue?” “No.” She sighs and pulls her long tresses back, tying them up in a high ponytail. My heart jumps in my throat and my mouth runs dry. I wonder if she has any idea what she’s doing to me. “I really don’t know why I’m doing it. I never used to be so…belligerent.” She fetches a jumper and returns with her keys dangling from her finger. “Where do I leav
Pippa's POVI must have dozed off at some point because the next thing I know, I’m in a dark room, lying on an uncomfortable bed that smells badly of dust. I am tucked into a sleeping bag, and my boots are gone. Groaning softly, I unzip the bag, and unwilling to put my feet bare feet on the filthy floor, I sit on my knees and lean over the edge of the bed, searching for my boots.Adrian put them right next to the bed. I slip my shoes on and finally allow myself to look around. I can’t see much in the dark, and there’s no moon tonight, so there's no light coming in from outside, but I can make out something that may or may not be a dresser, a single chair and an open door on the opposite side of the room.The bed, if you can even call it a bed, groans and squeaks loudly when I get up. I freeze. Holding my breath, I prick my ears, and wait to see if Adrian heard me, but no one shows up.Everything in this place is noisy though. The floorboards squeal with each step I take, and every tim
Pippa's POVAdrian made a fire and somehow managed to cook an entire breakfast on it: eggs, bacon, even toast. “When did you get supplies?” I ask when I sit down on a flat log that serves as a chair.“Joseph brought it last night.”“Oh. Where is he?”“He’s around.”“He’s not going back?”“No. I need him. His place is by my side now.”That’s a little arrogant. “He doesn't mind?”"No." Adrian hands me a tin plate with a big helping of everything and sits on the opposite side of the fire to eat his own food. “In our society, we have a hierarchy. Joseph has a lower rank than I do, and I told him to stay. He won't leave unless I give him permission."That explains why he bowed to Adrian last night. "And what is your rank?"“The highest there is. I am a king, but I'm a king without a kingdom, so it doesn't mean a whole lot.”“A king?” I ask in disbelief. “Seriously? You really have quite the opinion of yourself don’t you?”He just laughs. “It’s not my opinion, it is what I was born to be. M
Adrian's POV I lie on my sleeping bag, listening to Pippa’s even breathing and the rustling pages of the book she's reading. She’s adapting quickly to her new reality and keeping herself occupied. I asked Joseph to sneak into town to get her some books and magazines. Most days she’s out and about, exploring our surroundings, and at night she reads by the dim light of the oil lamp. When she's outside, I always stay close by, just in case she needs me or gets lost, but no matter how far out she goes, she always finds her way back. She’s one with nature, as her kind often are, and doesn’t need me at all while she’s out there. Joseph was wrong. She’s not a Halfling. She’s definitely half Lycan, but her other half is demon. Cambions we call them. Although I’m not even sure we can call Pippa a Cambion. As far as I know, a half-Lycan, half-demon Cambion has never existed. The old people called them changelings because they are so adaptable. Like chameleons, they can change their whole pe
Adrian's POV “We come in peace!” Wyatt shouts at me. “Don’t hurt us.” Oh, I don't believe that for one second. I stare at Wyatt's blue-black, and misshapen face, try to take in the multitude of silver burns across his neck and arms. Someone had given him a sound beating before they wrapped him in silver to prevent him from healing properly. I look over at Walter. The twin’s right arm dangles uselessly by his side, and he’s trying his best to hold it in place with his left hand – he has the same silver burns as his brother. Caspian really is a piece of shit. “What happened to you?” “Alpha Caspian…corrected us and bound us in silver on the full moon. We’re not healing as fast as we should. I don’t know why.” Walter says. “It’s because you didn’t shift on the full moon,” I say. “It slows down the healing process.” Not to mention that it tears the wolf apart if they can’t shift on the full moon. It’s a miracle they survived it at all. Behind me, Pippa gets up and stands closer, but
Caspian's POV I veer off the road and into the forest, following the beat-up old car as far as I could, running until I almost launch myself off a cliff. I reroute back to the road, but there are too many cars for my comfort. Frustrated, I roar as I lose sight of Adrian’s car. I turn and run back to the cabin, hoping my mages were able to put out the fire and find some of Pippa’s or Adrian's DNA. They’ve used everything they could gather from her flat and the rectory and they need fresh material to work with. “Nothing,” Niall says when I reach him two hours later. “Did you check at the stream?” I ask. “Yes, Alpha. Nothing. It's very strange. Not even a strand of hair.” “Not so strange for her kind. What about Adrian" I ask, knowing it's futile. "Did you find any of his DNA?” Niall shakes his head woefully. “He knows better than that.” “Fuuuuck!” I scream and turn my rage on the nearest target - a young warrior who just joined our ranks. His eyes widen in fear and he spins arou
Pippa's POV Adrian sinks to the bed and rests his head in his hands. He’s absolutely shattered, but if I didn’t insist that he pull over at this little no-tell motel out in the middle of nowhere, he would have kept going until he crashed us into a tree or something. We drove the rest of the night and all day, only stopping for petrol and food. I tried my best to stay awake so I could keep him company, but I dozed off a few times. Even so, I’m so tired that I can't even stand straight. When we checked in, the man behind the desk gave us a sick grin. “We don’t get many of your kind here,” he said while looking me up and down. “Maybe if you’re done servicing this one, you could-” Adrian grabbed him by the front of the shirt, cutting him off and dragging him halfway over the high counter. “Think carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth.” “Why do you care?” the man croaked. “She’s just a prostit-” “She’s my wife, you fucking animal,” Adrian said and shoved the clerk
Pippa's POVWhen Adrian said we were going home, he literally meant that we were going home.Fifty kilometres outside of the town where I grew up, he pulls the car off the road and opens his door. “Get out,” he says.I am exhausted. We drove for half a day and night, and this time I couldn’t sleep. I’m tired and cranky and not in the mood for games. “What are we doing here?” I ask“Right over that hill is a farm,” he says. “It belongs to the church.”“I know,” I say, “it used to be a work farm for-” I make air quotes -“incorrigible youth.”“Yes, and they ended that program, but the farm has gone unused for years.”“I know. Owen goes…went there once a month to help out with repairs and such.”“The grounds haven’t been deconsecrated.”“Yes, and?”“It has a small chapel…a place we can hide if Caspian comes back. He won’t go inside the church.”“It’s so strange. You go into churches all the time. Has it never occurred to them that if you can do it, they can too? Or do they think you’re sp