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,
OwenThe ninth human falls dead, and I shift back into my human form. The arrow in my shoulder is agonizingly painful, but I bury the sensation as I face the last Sun Warrior, the one who seemed to lead them.I know that look on his face. He’s ready to die for his people.“I killed three of your com
AmeliaI wonder if I’ve ever felt anything better than Owen’s fingers brushing up and down my arm like his skin was made of feathers.Taking my focus off my back that still throbs under the numbing effect of the salve Prince Owen applied is gift enough, but to do it so tenderly nearly takes my breat
OwenI wake to the sound of knocking.Peeling my face off the map I fell asleep face down in, I groggily call the knocker into my study. An Omega opens the door warily.“Your Highness, I apologize for the intrusion. Your mate informed me I could find you in here.”I sigh at the implication and the m
Amelia“It’s not the arrowhead, just the fact that the weapon was made of silver,” Prince Owen replies, as if it’s a sufficient response.“Okay... so why is it significant that the weapon was made of silver?” My question echoes slightly down the pitch-black tunnel over the sounds of our steps.“What







