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,
OwenI knock on Amelia’s bedroom door with Ava at my side. A few moments pass before Amelia opens the door to see who it is.She used to just call for me to come in, but now that an invitation will allow anyone in, she makes sure to see who is at her door first.“Good evening, Maya,” I greet. “Would
AmeliaI can feel the sun on my face.Kind of.It’s not as warm as I remember it, though it’s much brighter than in my memory. Practically blinding. I close my eyes against it, and lay my non-casted arm over my eyes, too.The grass tickled my bare feet and neck when I first lied down in it. Soon aft
AmeliaI lie as still as I can while Prince Owen and Ava fight. I wonder if they’ve forgotten I’m here.Even though I originally wanted them to leave as quickly as possible, I have to say I’m very curious. With Ava constantly attacking me at every opportunity and Prince Owen consistently protecting
“I was hoping we could talk,” she says as I close the door behind her. I’ve been so focused on making sure Amelia was okay, so frustrated and confused after our fight, that I haven’t really spent any time figuring out how to move forward with Ava.She’s my mate, and I’m devoted to her, so I know we







