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“Good morning, mate.”The whispered words pierce the haze of the dream land, a reminder that I get to wake up to a real-life dream with blue eyes and golden hair. Now that we know we’re meant to be together, I’ll get to wake up like this every day, with the weight of her nuzzled into me, my wol
Did I never confront Diego about it? We were just boys. As I scroll through my memories, the only fighting about it I can remember is with my father.“After my tenth birthday,” Diego continues, “I could tell you were mad at me. I came to the willow every day for a year, ready to apologize for whatev
AmeliaOwen and I are mates.Those five words have been repeating in my mind for the past week since he told me. I’m afraid for it to be true because I want it so desperately.He’s handsome and kind and intelligent and silly and undeniably flawed, still holding on to prejudiced views against my spec
AmeliaI know I was the one who requested space from Owen. I was relieved at first when Isaiah arrived to escort me to training an hour later. Then, as I won more of my sparring matches than ever, about three quarters of them, I turned around to share my excitement with Owen.But he wasn’t there.I







