Novel-novel oleh Heidi Lannister

Aaronne's POVA thousand needles pricked my skin–suddenly, I felt sick in my stomach and my finger tips were chilling cold. But Ronan wasn’t finished yet. He raised a hand again, and the room slowly quieted, eager for more.“This is not a new dream!” he proclaimed, his voice ringing passionately. “It is my grandfather’s dream! He had always dreamt of a pure world, a strong world, ruled by the true power of the Wolf!”Ripples moved through the crowd. Everyone was saying something yet I couldn't hear anything. “A world where the Wolf will reign supreme and other shifters will cower at our feet!!” Roman continued to declare. Alpha Borin shifted in his seat, his proud smile tightening by a fraction.“My own father’s… recent ill health,” Ronan continued, glancing at Borin, who now stared stiffly ahead, “has delayed our family’s destiny. But no more! He has handed over the baton to me. After my wedding, I will officially be pronounced Alpha and we will go on to conquer new lands.”My fat

AARONNE“What is it about extinction?” My father stands in the doorway, arms crossed.My heart stutters. “I thought—”“Your beauty is still as radiant as the morning sun,” Father takes a step inside. “Or, are you scared about your wolf who has delayed to come? I had asked you to have patience. Is that what you are afraid of?”“Father, I didn’t hear you.” I shift, trying to block his view of the fallen book.“Anya said you felt sick. Is this your remedy? Hiding in the library?”“I need to read about Ronan’s pack,” I lie. “They seem so powerful. I need to have a bit of knowledge.”“Read? With a headache?” He scoffs. “That's quite unusual.”After all these years, Anya is still a terrible liar.“The ceremony is starting. You are the center of it. The library is not a place for a lady's daydreams. Besides, all this dust can make you sick. What if a spider bites you?”That's true, I did not think of that. He turns, expecting me to follow him. As his back is to me, I scramble, using my han

AARONNE Finally, the day I dread has come. The day that holds the first rite of my marriage–the betrothal ceremony.A calling howl sounds in the distance. The guests are arriving.I straighten my spine, tip my chin up and rise. I smoothen my gown while Anya lifts the cape behind me as I descend the stairs.Father and Stepmother Lyra are standing, waiting on the red carpet while Lyra has a warm smile. Father extends his hand, and I go to him. I position myself in front of him and cross my hands, observing all my etiquette–grace and poise.“Ronnie, darling,” Stepmother Lyra whispers, her manicured nails pressing lightly into my elbow. “You look as if you’ve swallowed a fly. Is your belly still troubled from last night’s stew?”“Lyra, I—”“This is not the time, you have to smile. Our guests will be watching.”My stomach isn’t troubled by stew. It’s knotted because today, I will meet Ronan, my betrothed. I force a smile. From the corner of my eye, Anya gives a subtle nod of encouragemen

AARONNE No!! This is a joke!! The moon goddess cannot play with me like that. I think this is not true and Anya is just out of breath because she wants to be dramatic. I try to lift my hands but rather, wings flap and the droplets of water splash on my face. I bend my head in shame. It is true. I AM A SWAN!!What could have caused this? Did something bite me? Or could it be the cursed cove? Does it turn people into swans and hand them over to the bears as food? Horror!!!I should’ve listened. I should not have lured Anya to this place. Why didn’t I stay at home? Why did I enter the water? Why did I defy my father’s orders? This is all my fault!My swan’s feathers glows faintly in the twilight and its neck curves in a perfect way. It's dark eyes, wide with terror, are all that holds a faint reminder of the girl I had been.I am in far too much pain, trying to understand why I am even a swan in the first place. Would Anya run from me? Where would I go? Would I ever transform bac

AARONNE[Mate. Mate]There's a voice that calls me every evening when the sun is down. It is shrill, scary and in distress. It has a certain pull. A certain pull that keeps leading me to the borders of my pack.I think it wants me to go there.This has been going on for over a week. I do not tell anyone. I keep it a secret, hoping that it is in my head and would go away, but it never does and today, I am determined to see what it is. The stroll leads to the deserted areas where the bear shifters and the fox shifters live. Where the waters are dark and the trees are extremely tall. Where no werewolves apart from warriors dare to enter–the dangerous colony. My father had told me bedtime stories of how some wolves have gone there to swim….and they never returned back. “My lady, we shouldn't be here,” Anya begs, following behind me at a closer pace now. “Please, rethink your decision. We can still turn back.”I laugh and turn around to look at her, a gleam in my eyes. “Can you scent t