MasukNatashaI 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
Amelia“I think I’ll name you Maya,” Owen says with a pensive expression.My brows furrow in confusion. “You already have.” What I don’t say is that he hasn’t called me that since he marked me and that the fact that he’s bringing up my pet name now hurts me.Then again, if he can feel what I’m feeli
OwenIt’s not particularly surprising when Ava follows me out of my room and through the palace to my half-brother’s bedroom. If she’s working with him, she’ll want to make sure he doesn’t name her as an accomplice. If she’s not, she should be incensed by his treachery.I bang on Diego’s door until
AmeliaGuilt swarms my body. Guilt for Owen’s mother’s death that clearly haunts him, even if I didn’t really have anything to do with it.Then guilt for my mother. A fearsome leader, a mere human capable of eliciting fear in werewolves, and yet here I am, falling for one. Instead of fighting them l
AmeliaI lay the necklace down carefully on the blanket, wondering if it had been tucked in the blanket to protect the metal – or to hide it. Then I peek in the box to see if there’s anything else.I’m admittedly surprised by what I find.Of all the things I might find in a box of my mother’s belong







