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
OwenI wake to the sound of knocking.Peeling my face off the map I fell asleep face down in, I groggily call the knocker into my study. An Omega opens the door warily.“Your Highness, I apologize for the intrusion. Your mate informed me I could find you in here.”I sigh at the implication and the m
OwenI am completely on edge as the sun sets while we’re still between camps. I ask Ava to walk ahead with Amelia in the middle and me in the rear so I can watch both their backs, but honestly part of me wants to make sure I have an eye on Ava to make sure she doesn’t come after my pet.Again.My ch
Amelia“It’s not the arrowhead, just the fact that the weapon was made of silver,” Prince Owen replies, as if it’s a sufficient response.“Okay... so why is it significant that the weapon was made of silver?” My question echoes slightly down the pitch-black tunnel over the sounds of our steps.“What
OwenI discard the piece of my shirt that I had wrapped around Amelia’s hand, examining the wound further. I reach for the salve to stave off infection, but I hesitate. Since I couldn’t see exactly what it was that cut her, I don’t know what might have mixed in with her blood.“I think we better was







