Ezra stood first. He walked to me and gently took the dagger from my hand. I hadn’t realized I was clutching it so hard that my knuckles were white. His mismatched eyes assessed me with precision before he wrapped his arm around me, and I let myself sink into him. “Are you okay?” he whispered into my hair.I nodded against his chest. “Who are they?” I asked.“Omegas from Black River, some of the pack there. Word got around, and we could not even contain them. I do not know what they expected to find here, but they came out of curiosity, and now they are pledged to you.”“They fear me.”He immediately responded, “They see you as their protector. They see you as someone that can and will protect each and every one of them regardless of background or rank, and that is far more than what they thought they deserved.” I nodded, trying to wrap my head around that. I wasn’t expecting an audience.“How much did they see?”“We kept them outside, but I mean.” He glanced at Miles, his dark blo
I balked at her as much as I could in this in-between state. She gave me a half smile and a shrug. “How do we open it?” I asked. She frowned, running her hand over the stone, closing her eyes. Her lips parted as if she were connecting to something, feeling something. “It is meant to only be open one night,” she spoke softly, the normal edge in her voice completely gone. “But it has been opened numerous times.” She motioned between us at the invisible but very real the thick tangy power. “How did he do it?” I asked. “How was it supposed to be done?” I added, unsure if those questions were the same or not.“You open it with blood,” she responded.“Why does it always have to be blood?” I knew I sounded annoyed.She laughed, it was deep and rich and as beautiful and warm as she was. “Blood is powerful,” she stated. “It tells the story of those that came before us, it is filled with love and loss and history.” I swallowed. “That seems a bit elitist,” I managed.She barked another laugh
I felt entirely spent but renewed. As the powers drained from me, the heaviness lifted, and now, as I lay there depleted, the rush of magic settled around the place, warming me from within. I lay down on the cool stone and let it wash over me.It was a sense of calm I could not ever remember feeling.After a while Nova spoke, “It was said our lands were connected between the pools.” She was speaking to me as much as she was speaking life into the caverns. I glanced at her to see she was lying near me, staring at the ceiling where the muted blue lights danced across, making waves in their wake.I looked around the space—my eyes snagged on a bit of mortar that seemed different, a cracked brick, a stone slightly off in color—but nothing stood out to indicate that this place ever connected elsewhere. But there was magic I had seen today I had never thought true, so I wouldn’t debase what she said off logic alone. I looked back up,“I-I—” she choked, seeming to shed something herself. I
When we emerged, I was expecting it to be deep in the night. I was surprised to find it was still afternoon, I felt as if we were there for days. I didn’t know if it were me or if the lands truly seemed brighter, more vivid as if their life was slowly being restored to them. Nova insisted we return after we found some of her lost history, saying it was enough to know that something was waiting for her pack, her own hope reignited. I did have a few things to deal with, things that were, for once, easy to forget. When we returned to my packhouse, Ezra locked eyes with me, standing over his brothers. He made his way to me, searching my eyes and body before he relaxed. “We have not buried anyone, just started to lay them together, to prepare them. I hope that is okay.” I nodded, tears filling my eyes as I saw the bones beyond, together as one pack, honored instead of left as they died, strewn about and ignored as if they were part of the furniture. “They have not gone. They refuse t
*Trigger warning for this book. Murder and talk of sexual assault*I stood in blackness, darker than anything I have seen or felt before, it pulsed through me. It was me.My parent's bodies under my feet were twisted and bloodied, indicating a death that was anything but painless; I knew they fought back until the very end.Blood was the only thing that I could smell; its thick tang coated the air, coated my hands. I knew they were there, but my head was clouded, my vision blurry from the moment I stumbled upon them.Looking for them for solace, to help me, but it was too late, and I could do nothing to help them.I fell to my knees, accepting my fate. I reached for their hands, still warm from the life that was just taken from them.I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t feel.I sat there waiting to die with them, wanting to die with them.I had nothing to live for, no one else to live for. Everyone was gone.I couldn’t feel anything, but the hollowness, the complete emptiness that shook me to m
I stopped by the kitchen, where it was a bustle of activity.“Miss Simone, can I help you with something?” The head omega, Amelia, wiped her hands on her apron and offered me a genuine smile.The omega’s here always treated me kindly and respected the station I once held, now reduced to nothing besides my powerful bloodline.I shook my head, “I don’t want to be any trouble, I just came for a snack.” She nodded and let me pass. I knew where everything was here; this place has become my refuge since I was allowed out of my room.This kitchen was the only place that I felt remotely comfortable in since I lost my home. I craved the warmth of the place and the constant activity that helped to distract me from those thoughts and memories that replayed themselves in my mind whenever I had a moment of solitude.I went right toward what I was looking for. I knew this kitchen and the rest of the castle well from hours spent wandering alone. I made to pick up an apple slice covered in cinnamon a
“He will reject me, please; there will be so many omegas that would want to sleep with you.” The words were clearer as I inched closer, I could smell her fear; she knew that no one was coming for her. I knew that feeling all too well.“But I want you,” That boy crooned, “And I always get what I want," He growled.I took a few more steps until I was around the corner facing the alcove where he had her.“Now,” He carried on, his voice made me shudder, “Turn around and pull up your dress for a future Alpha, or will I have to do it for you.”I took a few loud steps, and they both stared at me, the omega with tears streaming down her face. Young, I didn’t know her name actually, and the visiting Alpha’s son, whose name I never wanted to know, stared back at me.The Alpha's son gave me a lazy grin but didn’t loosen his grip on the terrified girl.“Oh, I was just going to my room. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I looked away from them, ashamed of what I walked in on.I took a risk and made to
*FLASHBACK*It was my favorite night of the year. A celebration that was just for our pack that everyone took part in.We lived on blessed lands, ones gifted by the Moon Goddess herself, and tonight we thanked her for it and honored our history.Most of the pack thought that at least, but I, as an Alpha’s daughter, knew that it was much more than a celebration.Tonight was the night that our lands regenerated.It wasn’t the Alphas who were blessed but the land itself that we took our strength from. We had a reputation for being fair but we were strong, and my dad made sure that we lived up to the gift we had been blessed with.Our pack was known for being fearless warriors, some mistook us for ones that had an insane amount of bloodlust, but we never went in a fight unprovoked. We trained to defend our lands so that no one thought of going up against us. We had a reputation to uphold long before my dad became Alpha.We were untouchable. The Blood Moon pack hadn’t lost a battle in a h