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,
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
OwenIt’s a half-day ride on horseback to the Home for the Forgotten in Dosian where I first met Amelia. I push out any remaining thoughts of how she refuses to see me or Ava wanting to plan our Luna ceremony as I urge my horse onward in the light of the setting sun.It’s after nightfall when I arri







