LOGINOwen“What the…” Diego sputters out as I slam the door behind us. I’ve brought us into the music room which is empty save for a smattering of instruments.I stare Diego down more intensely than I mean to. “What of Natasha?”My brother seems immediately on his guard. “What of her?”“Did they believe
Owen“Isaiah,” I call from the threshold to the library. The first shelf has been completely redone, and its sisters line the walls in various forms of completion.One of my most trusted guards, the one who befriended Amelia, the one who I struggle to be near for the way he reminds me of her, approa
NatashaI don’t stay at the campfire for long after Carolina and Missy are dragged off to bed by the man I found out is their uncle.I didn’t have the heart to ask where their parents are.“I think I’ll get some sleep,” I say as I stand. I’m surprised when people I’ve just newly met through Carolina
Sebastian’s smile grows impossibly wider. “Of course. You don’t have to ask my permission to talk to her.”“That’s what I said!” a male adult a few seats away says. He must be their dad or otherwise guardian.“Yeah, but,” Carolina says, glancing nervously at me again. She lowers her voice as she ret
NatashaDante was brought back to the kingdom this morning. He spent one night in the First Quarter, and warriors took shifts watching over him as he slept.Sebastian and another Sun Warrior I don’t know bagged him at dawn and walked him back to the Red Forest to find his way home. I wanted to go wi
Diego angles himself so he can see me and Marion. “This morning, before you arrived at the palace,” he says, nodding to me, “the Alpha Prince informed me of a plan to sniff out our mole.”“What mole?” I ask.Diego raises his eyebrows. “Me.”“What?” Sebastian asks. I’m confused, too.“The beheadings,
AmeliaEvery head at the encampment turns to the north, to where Prince Owen shoulders his way through the crowd with a limp body in his arms – human or werewolf, I’m not sure. In my peripheral vision, the guard’s hand slowly retreats away from the stool I’m on as he rises to his feet. My heart beat
AmeliaIt is its own sort of torture, sitting in a cell I chose to walk into, wondering when my fate might change. If it will change. Or if I just sealed my own fate.My own death.In the moment, it meant everything that Prince Owen gave me the option to flee or stay. It meant everything that he lis
“We can take a break if you want, now that we’re in the tunnel,” the prince offers.“I’m fine,” I lie, trying to outrun my memories of Molly’s death.“Really?” he asks. “Because your breathing became significantly heavier since we got into this tunnel.”I’d like to blame his werewolf hearing for kno
OwenI sit in the banquet hall, counting the minutes. I nurse the same jug of ale the entire time to avoid anyone offering to refill my cup, making sure to perform the appropriate humble yet proud response whenever someone points out that second place still hasn’t completed the task yet.I watch my







