LOGINIt might be the last time I ever heard him laugh. Mother was killed soon after.I couldn’t protect her, but I will do everything in my power to protect my people. Starting with killing three Sun Warriors and getting one step closer to finding my mole.I release the arrow, but I don’t watch the elega
OwenAfter Tresalia has enthusiastically agreed to join the war efforts against the Sun Warriors, I head northwest toward the outer border between Tresalia and Quartane. It’s not particularly hard to convince anyone to go to war against the humans, what with the continued werewolf killings.That and
Then again, it would have been disastrous for the kingdom if I ended up with a human, and the daughter of the most fearsome Sun Warrior our people have ever known at that. I would have been blinded by my love for Amelia and never understood how terrible humans could be.I would have been wholly unpr
OwenDiego wanted to join me. But I couldn’t let him come. I sent him with Father to the eastern territories instead.Diego’s still my number one suspect as our mole, so I need him as far away from my plan as possible.I bounce atop my trotting horse through Dosian toward the beginning of the Red Fo
I make sure he eats, that someone offers to take care of him for the night. Tomorrow, we’ll talk to him more and send out scouts to see if he has any living family members left alive. If not, there are a lot of families here ready to adopt another child orphaned by werewolves.He’ll be okay.I have
NatashaOnce the First Quarter is back in view, I slow my jog to a walk for the comfort of the child on my back. He’s not hurt, so we’re not in a rush now that we’re almost back to the village.Sebastian and the scout from today’s run hurry past me, carrying a man between them. He was conscious when
Owen shakes his head, reaching out to hold my face in his hand. “Can’t you feel our bond?”I furrow my brows at yet another word I don’t understand.“The…” Owen hesitates, letting go of my face to pat his chest, “the feeling here. Not your own feelings but mine. I can feel you here, feel your feelin
Owen“You look like shit.”I pause midway into my chair on Father’s right at the conference table to stare down Diego who has just insulted me. My look seems to clue him into the fact that his words were maybe not the kindest.“I just mean you look tired. Didn’t sleep well?”Usually, I’d assume this
“Exactly.”My shoulders sag in relief.“And,” Owen adds, “now that we have further evidence that you are being targeted, not that we really needed more, I would like to encourage you to continue training. It will be important for you to get stronger and learn to protect yourself. To fight back.”A s
AmeliaI come to on the sofa in my room, still in my training gear over a layer of grimy, dried sweat. The first person I see is the doctor who smiles at me.“No offense, Doc, but you’re kind of my least favorite person.”She laughs. “I’ll try not to take that personally and assume it’s my associati







