LOGINThen I see something I wasn’t expecting to see today: the Alpha Prince and his brother arriving for the show.I reach over to get Sebastian’s attention, pointing to the werewolves we weren’t expecting. Sebastian curses, then looks up at the scarf wrapped around the lower half of my face, just like i
NatashaI try to relax into the trunk of the tree, but it’s hard to truly relax when I’m on a branch high up enough that a fall could kill me.“You have to sleep, Natasha. If you’re too tired to keep your eyes open tomorrow, you’re useless to us.”“I know,” I snap at Sebastian’s harsh words.This wi
Sebastian leads me to the left with a gentle hand on my hip.The six of us spread out in pairs, still able to see each other as we hide behind trees. Once we’re all in place, we peek around our trees to the horrific sight ahead.The lone werewolf sits on the ground with his back to us. Two humans li
NatashaI’m already in my training gear, so I use the time that Marion and Sebastian take to argue over whether or not I’m joining him to braid back my hair in a French braid. It takes much less time than it used to since it’s so short now.It’s Sebastian saying, “Please don’t make her prove she can
NatashaI stand next to Sebastian, the rows of tents at our backs. In front of us is a training area similar to where Isaiah and Raleigh taught me to fight. Except the training grounds at the palace have thick, plush mats on which werewolves spar.Here, humans spar on areas piled with a couple inche
“The other Quarters,” Marions answers. “That was one of our problems last time we revolted against the kingdom. I was trying to organize and lead too many humans by myself.”Sebastian’s breath comes out heavy. He doesn’t like how much Marion is revealing to me.“Over the past two decades,” she goes
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
AmeliaOnce, when I was living at the Home for the Forgotten, I went out scouting the right escape route in the middle of the night. I walked into the surrounding forest and farther through the trees than I had ever gone until I came upon an open field.I hesitated at first, wondering what manner of
Owen“Maya’s medical history proves a track record of quick healing,” the doctor tells me outside Amelia’s bedroom. “We should be able to take the cast off in three weeks, but it could be six. I told her six to avoid getting her hopes up.”I thank her, then go back into Amelia’s room.Amelia is sitt







