FAZER 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,
AmeliaGuilt swarms my body. Guilt for Owen’s mother’s death that clearly haunts him, even if I didn’t really have anything to do with it.Then guilt for my mother. A fearsome leader, a mere human capable of eliciting fear in werewolves, and yet here I am, falling for one. Instead of fighting them l
AmeliaI lay the necklace down carefully on the blanket, wondering if it had been tucked in the blanket to protect the metal – or to hide it. Then I peek in the box to see if there’s anything else.I’m admittedly surprised by what I find.Of all the things I might find in a box of my mother’s belong
AmeliaAll the hope that Isaiah had restored is nowhere to be found as I slam Owen’s bedroom door behind me. I feel like I’m being more than reasonable, and I can’t understand why Owen is shutting me out, especially if part of him wants to be with me.I take one fuming step into the hallway before I
AmeliaI don’t think it’s as much the reveal that Owen has werewolves researching the legitimacy of our matehood that lifts my mood as much as just getting my frustrations off my chest. It’s heartening feeling even more like I can trust Isaiah and like I have someone to talk to.Either way, I feel l







