LOGINThen I see something I wasn’t expecting to see today: the Alpha Prince and his brother arriving for the show.I reach over to get Sebastian’s attention, pointing to the werewolves we weren’t expecting. Sebastian curses, then looks up at the scarf wrapped around the lower half of my face, just like i
NatashaI try to relax into the trunk of the tree, but it’s hard to truly relax when I’m on a branch high up enough that a fall could kill me.“You have to sleep, Natasha. If you’re too tired to keep your eyes open tomorrow, you’re useless to us.”“I know,” I snap at Sebastian’s harsh words.This wi
Sebastian leads me to the left with a gentle hand on my hip.The six of us spread out in pairs, still able to see each other as we hide behind trees. Once we’re all in place, we peek around our trees to the horrific sight ahead.The lone werewolf sits on the ground with his back to us. Two humans li
NatashaI’m already in my training gear, so I use the time that Marion and Sebastian take to argue over whether or not I’m joining him to braid back my hair in a French braid. It takes much less time than it used to since it’s so short now.It’s Sebastian saying, “Please don’t make her prove she can
NatashaI stand next to Sebastian, the rows of tents at our backs. In front of us is a training area similar to where Isaiah and Raleigh taught me to fight. Except the training grounds at the palace have thick, plush mats on which werewolves spar.Here, humans spar on areas piled with a couple inche
“The other Quarters,” Marions answers. “That was one of our problems last time we revolted against the kingdom. I was trying to organize and lead too many humans by myself.”Sebastian’s breath comes out heavy. He doesn’t like how much Marion is revealing to me.“Over the past two decades,” she goes
Owen shakes his head, reaching out to hold my face in his hand. “Can’t you feel our bond?”I furrow my brows at yet another word I don’t understand.“The…” Owen hesitates, letting go of my face to pat his chest, “the feeling here. Not your own feelings but mine. I can feel you here, feel your feelin
Owen“You look like shit.”I pause midway into my chair on Father’s right at the conference table to stare down Diego who has just insulted me. My look seems to clue him into the fact that his words were maybe not the kindest.“I just mean you look tired. Didn’t sleep well?”Usually, I’d assume this
“Exactly.”My shoulders sag in relief.“And,” Owen adds, “now that we have further evidence that you are being targeted, not that we really needed more, I would like to encourage you to continue training. It will be important for you to get stronger and learn to protect yourself. To fight back.”A s
AmeliaI come to on the sofa in my room, still in my training gear over a layer of grimy, dried sweat. The first person I see is the doctor who smiles at me.“No offense, Doc, but you’re kind of my least favorite person.”She laughs. “I’ll try not to take that personally and assume it’s my associati







