تسجيل الدخولNatashaI 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
Natasha“You’re sure?” a hushed voice pulls at the edge of my consciousness.“Irrefutably.” Marion’s voice has me rushing to wake up, though I know better than to open my eyes. Whoever is speaking might say something they don’t want me to hear if they think I’m asleep still.“And you can’t tell us w
AmeliaI am frozen, rooted to this spot in the darkness. A patchwork camp lies out of hearing range to my left, an uninhabited forest even farther to my right. Behind me, behind Marion, extending in either direction between the forest and the camp, there’s nothing.Endless grass sways under the star
Slowly, I turn to look at Marion. This wasn’t a story about my long-lost half-sister. This was the story about me.“I searched for you for years,” she says, “but he took you so young that I didn’t know if your eyes that were blue at birth had stayed blue, if your hair had grown darker with age. He h
Amelia“Who’s my father?” It’s not the question I care about the most. I’ll need to work up to that one.We walk through the people sitting around fires. The music has stopped, half the people no longer present, presumably in their tents for the night. I look around us at the collection of tents tha







