Gwen harbours a little secret. Okay, not exactly so little if it has the potential to pit important factions against each other and result in bloody wars. When Malcolm Blaine, the king of all werewolves, is captured, she's thrust into the limelight and the Hunters decide she's more than just a shy, unassuming scientist who works for them. She's put in charge of gaining his trust. But Gwen has never met someone so powerful, so intense and wildly passionate as he is cold and callous. He constantly pushes her boundaries and although his hardened exterior might tell otherwise, she suspects she affects him just the same. In a wicked twist of fate, he escapes Mount Pyre, the seat of the Hunters, and takes her his prisoner. As they battle dangerous enemies and strive to escape the Hunters, Loyalties are tested and sparks fly in this tale of forbidden love. When the threat of a more malicious enemy rises, Malcolm has to decide if he'll stay true to his kingdom, or risk it all just to have the woman he's coming to crave mind, body and soul...
View MoreNext week approaches too soon. Flakes of snow drift down languidly, swirling in the frigid air. King Orion's weathered face beams as we shake hands. "Malcolm. Thank you for extending the invitation."I nod. "My pleasure." I gaze past him, seeing no one else. "And your daughters?""They will be coming at a later time. I just wanted us to have a little man to man."For all his boisterous tone, his blue eyes reveal nothing. "Alright," I say. "Come, then. Let's head to my office."His bodyguards trail behind him as we near the sprawling front steps wrapping around the building. They are dressed in the official colours of the Eld, white and blue. Till today, no one could glean any substantial information about their dimension. No one even knows how they fight, or the powers they weild. Their combat skills, however, are legendary.My own guards stand sentinel behind the columns riding down the walls of the castle. Soon the double doors are opened to us a
MALCOLM____"I want to see my mum."The little voice has me dragging my near frantic attention away from the papers sprawled all over my desk. I look at the boy a few feet away and wonder, not for the first time, what to tell him. Noticing something else, I ask, "Where is your omega?"He continues to look at me, the set of his jaw so painfully familiar I find myself looking away."I don't want an omega," he says. "All she does is sleep. And the other children think I smell funny."A surge of protectiveness has me scowling. "Did they say something to you?""No. Just that I don't smell like a wolf."I relax. Just then the door comes open and a portly woman rushes in, frantic. "Alpha, I don't know w--oh, goodness! There you are."She bows, face apologetic. "I'm sorry. I closed my eyes for a bit and then he was nowhere."Rylan turns a shocked gaze up at her. "She's lying. She didn't close your eyes for a
The hallways are quiet. After bidding Umber good night, I inch down to my room quietly. I close the door behind me, leaning against it by degrees. When I push off the hard surface, I freeze on seeing someone in the middle of the room.Heidi. I mouth the word, unable to speak it. I clear my throat. "I thought you'd be asleep."Those shuttered eyes hold mine. "Where were you?""I was... I was a bit thirsty so I went down to the kitchens."Wordlessly she gazes in the direction of my bed. On the table beside it sits a glass of water.My stomach knots.Her eyes come back to mine. A silent scoff. "Watch your back."The hairs on my nape rise. Her words follow me to the training camp early next morning. And when the sun rises high and we're all in the library, the words are still stuck to my mind like a terrible song.Umber looks at me from the side of her eyes. "Relax," she whispers. Because for some reason, the Herras' have dec
Heidi walks into the room and sees me fretting over my side with a string of bandages. Her frown tells me I'm doing a poor job. Like I don't know that already.Sitting, she takes off her boots. But then she pauses, and looks in my direction. "Good fight."I still, looking in her direction. She goes on to shrug off her training clothes, all casual, like it isn't the first time she's spoken to the person she's been sharing a whole room with. "Thanks, I guess," I mutter.A quick nod. A few minutes crawl by before she disappears under her duvet. Her soft snores soon fill the space.I grunt, wrapping the last of my bandages. Due to my injury, Umber and I won't be going down to the woods today. Regret burns through my chest. I had to get out of here. Fast.Gingerly, I pull myself underneath the duvet, settling onto my pillow. Moonlight filters into the room and I hear the distant sound of seagulls. I lift a hand, staring at the pale limb suspended
"....Never happened before.""What could this mean?"Another voice intersects, "What else could it mean?""When Ivar told me about the girl, I doubted... But now my suspicions are proven. She really is an asset. The main asset."Standing in front of the huge library doors, my stomach churns when I wonder what this could mean for me. The corridors are quiet, all the intakes having moved to the library for the afternoon. Would I have a close watch put on me?Would this affect my escape plan with Umber?The door opens and Herra Melicia looks out, countenance severe as ever. "You may go now. Head to the library. Tomorrow you meet with master Ivar."She watches my face, as if searching for a reaction. I don't give her one.When she closes the doors once more, I start down the hall. I will be seeing Ivar tomorrow? My fingers throb and when I look down, I see short claws have shot out. A rush of dread. I fold my hands and fist them to
We go down the mound of earth, crouching low to lift one of the trunks. The moonlight glints off the planes of Umber's face, highlighting the strain on her features."So what's the plan?" I grunt with effort. We deposit the bark on one end, lining them up. I count four.Umber dusts her hand, straightening. "What you see here are pieces of my plan--were. They were abandoned. You asked if I've ever tried escaping Mount Ilya before. The truth is right there." She motions to the fallen trees.I blink. "You were going to chop down trees to escape?""No. I was going to build a boat of some sort."I think. "Well, to do that, we've got to consider where we are, whether or not the boat--or we--are going to hold up under days, or weeks, of travel.""We're far across the Adriatic sea. It'll take a week, at most, to get to the borders of Croatia.""What about food and water?""We'll stock up from the kitchens.""Just a t
Even though one of the Herras banged against my door till my eardrums threatened to explode, even though I had a tasteless meal dumped into my plate, and even though at present I stand under the harsh glare of the sun alongside other intakes, I don't feel bleak. A sense of purpose engulfs me.I could control water. It is a lever I have over most of the sphinxes. But like Umber--or Sandra--said: you can't particularly fight with water. But I am sure I'll figure something out.My eyes flit to Gillespie. They're already narrowed on me.None of the Herras had asked to see me, which could only mean she didn't tell them I could shift. Thank God. I wasn't keen on becoming another test subject. I would thank her, but I have a suspicion I'm only in the clear because she doesn't want all the attention taken away from her and any chance of her enlistment.The flinty brown eyes holding mine grow colder. Umber comes to stand beside me, breaking our staring contest. "T
The next morning sees I and Umber splashing around in the solar above one of the grand towers. What started off as stiff, rigid labour was now transformed to squeals of laughter and undiluted fun. I didn't believe I could have this much fun in my situation. Neither could Umber too from the looks of it.She looks like she hasn't laughed in years.Mid-day rolls in and after trimming the shrubs in the deserted east gardens, we lay on our backs in the tall grasses, looking up at the smiling sky. Once, I would have worried over the sun burning my face and leaving more freckles, now I couldn't find it in myself to care. I turn to my side. I laugh when a dragon fly flutters close to Umber's nose and she sneezes.She smiles at me, laughing as well. When we quiet, I turn my attention back to the sky. "How did you end up here?"Moments drag by before she admits, "My father.""He let that creature bite you?"Her chest rises and falls. "He had my
I am heading to my room that evening when I catch Umber's chestnut hair down the empty hall. "Hey!" I call out. "Umber!"Her back goes ramrod straight. After a quick glance behind, she hurries onward, disappearing into the adjoining hall. My teeth lock. I'll be damned if I let her slip out of my grasp. She might be the only hope I have of understanding this cult-esque hellhole and running away in one piece.I hurry after her."Umb--"I stop short on seeing numerous people in the hall. But that's not what is strange. Where they had been silent in the dining hall, they were animated here, chattering away.Eyes on Umber's retreating back, I start my chase, walking quickly, not daring to run unless I attract undue attention.So focused on Umber, I don't see the leg set out for me.I go tumbling down to the laughter of several others.&
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