LOGINNatashaI step out of my tent, fully dressed for the day, and nearly run smack into Sebastian. We both pull back at the last second, and I feel highly aware of close we came to touching.“Sorry,” I mutter.“My fault,” he mutters back. “I was just coming to find you.”I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
Owen“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
The only indication that it did is the noblewolf who had let go of the now dead human’s leash. “Damn,” he says. “I was quite fond of that one.”The werewolf sitting next to him pats him on the back. “It’s always the best pets who are runners, isn’t it?”“Ambitious but not too bright,” the noblewolf
I nod, realizing that makes sense. If I originally found her under furniture, it’s a little silly I didn’t think to look there again.Once my heartbeat starts to return to normal, I look at her – really look at her. Her mousy brown hair is the longest hair I’ve ever seen, as if it’s maybe never been
“Are you okay, Maya? Why did you leave? I was so worried!”My stomach drops even while part of me is impressed by her act. There’s no way out of this. The prince won’t believe me over her.So I spit on her. Right in her face.Her reaction is immediate. She lunges, snarling like a wolf. But the princ
“Clayton Sotts?”All three of us turn our heads toward the unknown voice as a stranger enters the tent. Based on her royal attire, I assume she’s a werewolf from the palace. Maybe an Omega.“Yes?” the human next to me answers.“Prince Owen has assigned me to escort you back to the palace to await re







