JAREKPacing the hall in front of my father's office I try to decide if I am ready for the truth. For the past few weeks the only two things that have been on my mind is Keena and finding out the truth of what my father has done. Unexpectedly, the door to my father's office swings open and an older woman in a blue cloak waltzes out. She looks me over with a smirk on her face. "It is always nice when magic works out like it should," she laughs before she walks past me and down the hall. I can see my father standing in his office with a concerned look on his face. When he notices that I am standing in his doorway he gestures for me to enter. Sitting down on the chair across from my father, I let out a heavy sigh. My body is sore and I know it is because I am feeling Keena's pain through the mate bond. I will have to convince my father to let someone heal her because the dull ache in my body is becoming too much to bear. My father takes his seat behind his desk and the conc
WARD "The dungeons are in the basement of the pack house," King Erebus informs me. "It may not be difficult to cross the borders undetected but getting into the pack house will be difficult." "What do we know about the dungeons?" I ask, wondering if there is a separate entrance. "Unfortunately," the King furrows his eyebrows in frustration, "I don't know much more than what I have already told you." Turning the monitor of the computer in my direction, I click through the floor plans of the Crescent Moon pack house. Frowning when I get to the basement and I notice that the plans are incomplete. "Do you think that you are able to get in with the information that I have provided you with?" The King interrupts my thoughts. "I cannot promise that there won't be any casualties," I warn him. "It will be difficult not to kill those that are in my way." "If we can prove that she was taken against her will, I don't care how many people you kill in order to get her back," the
KEENA I can't sleep. I can't even rest. I toss and turn on the little cot in my cell, trying to get comfortable. But there is little comfort to be found in this dark and damp dungeon. Laying on my back I stare at the ceiling and pray to the Moon Goddess to offer me some sort of relief, but she does not appear to be listening. Just as I am about to drift off into, what I can only assume will be, a restless sleep; when a searing pain bursts through my chest. With no one around to see my weakness, I scream out loudly in pain. Once again it feels like I am being stabbed through the heart and every cell in my body feels like it is on fire. I know this pain now. It is the pain of my mate sleeping with another woman. Tears stream down my face as I clutch my heart and look up at the ceiling, praying for the pain to pass quickly. But it doesn't. If anything, it seems to be lasting forever. Minutes turn into hours and the pain in my chest burns just as painfully as it did when i
KEENAMy sweatshirt has been stripped from my body and the cold table that I am laying on causes me to shiver. Seven women in blue cloaks are standing around me, examining the runes that are on my arms. Their fingers are cold as they poke and prod at my arms. "They were smart," Sister Jasper mumbles to the other witches surrounding me. "Only she can break the spell that binds her magic."I lay quietly on the metal table and try to listen to everything that they are saying. If they know how I can break the binding spells on my arms, I might be able to use my magic to escape from this pack. "Don't you want to use your powers?" One of the witches asks me gently. "All you have to do is to break the spells that mar your arms." "Certainly you don't want to have these ugly runes on your beautiful skin," another witch says sweetly. I keep my eyes trained on the ceiling, refusing to answer any of their questions. One of the witches grabs my injured ankle and digs her fingers into
JAREKI am sitting in my father's office watching him pace back and forth like a mad man. The floor shakes as each one of his footsteps grows heavier than the last. I know that he spoke to Keena's father earlier today. I do not know what was said but apparently it was not good. "Would you stop pacing and tell me what is going on?" I grumble at him. "The King is coming for his daughter," my father chokes out. "I can only assume that he is going to bring the royal guard with him." "I thought you said they wouldn't come for her," I growl loudly. "She is my fated mate, they cannot just take her from me." "They can if they know she didn't come here willingly," the wrinkles on my father's face become more and more deep as he continues to pace his office. "And why would they know that?" I try to remain calm. "I had to ask for the amulet somehow," sweat is forming on my father's brow and dripping down his face. "We have to leave," I say, trying not to panic. "Let's take
KEENA"Keena, please," I can hear the pleading in Jarek's voice but I refuse to give into the bond any longer. I was prepared to sacrifice everything to be with him just because he is my mate and that is not how it should be. He should have accepted me for who I am and not tried to change me. "Keena, please," he pleads with me again. "For both our sakes you have to accept this rejection." I turn my head slightly in his direction. Unshed tears are now threatening to fall from his eyes. His hair is messier than normal and he looks thin. It makes me wonder if he is eating and then I remind myself that I don't care. It is just the mate bond making me care about him but it is also the one thing keeping me alive. "No... I don't. I won't sacrifice my life for yours." I tell him coldly. Jarek begins to pace the floor erratically and waving his arms around wildly. "Isn't that what having a mate is all about?" He screams at me. "They are supposed to fix what you can't. I ca
KEENA My eyes fly open and I cannot believe what I just saw inside my mind. I was strong enough to leave the void twice now. Not only that, I believe that I am strong enough to control my powers. I just need to believe that I am strong enough. I cannot believe that it took me so long to figure it out on my own. Of course, Mother and Sister Edith didn't explain this to me because it was something that I had to figure out on my own. I would have never believed that it was this easy . I raise the sleeves of my sweatshirt and the runes are still on my arms. How do I prove that I am strong enough to control my own powers? The heavy footsteps pounding on the ceiling of the dungeons breaks me from my concentration. There is something going on in the pack house above me. The footsteps sound frantic and it is accompanied by the sound of people screaming at one another. Slowly I try to get to my feet but the pain in my leg is too intense. If only I could use my powers I might hav
JAREK I ran from the dungeon like a coward with my tail tucked between my legs. She vowed that she would kill me and I have no doubt that she would make good on that promise now that she had her powers back. But that is the one thing that I do not understand. How did she get her magical abilities back when her powers were bound by the runes on her arms? I reach the stop of the stairs and lock the door of the dungeons behind me. She might be able to get out of her cell but there is no way she would get through the main dungeon door. She may be powerful but I don't think she is that powerful. The pack house is in chaos with people running in every direction trying to get ready for evacuation. My father and I know that not everyone will be able to leave in time but that is a risk that we were going to have to take. Our sources told us that the King's Royal Guard is almost at the outskirts of our borders. They will be upon us within a few hours. Rushing into my father's offi