~FayeI can’t lose T. There’s no way.All I can do is watch Asya place her hands on T’s face. She is concentrating beyond belief, and none of us here want to disrupt her. The silence, though, is deafening. T doesn’t move, and Asya doesn’t say a word. Instead, she closes her eyes, allowing her power to consume her.Almost as soon as she does that, she pulls away from him. We all watch her stand, straighten, and adjust herself.“He’s not dead,” Asya tells us. I let a deep breath out, feeling as though I could almost collapse from relief. He’s still with us. “Time didn’t want that. But he did leave him unconscious.”My legs shake from underneath me, threatening to fall out from under me. I can feel Micah grab my arm, steadying me. I would shoot him a thankful look, but I’m too busy staring at T. waiting for him to sit up and tell me he feels fine, and that Time didn’t hurt him. I want to hear it out of his mouth.“Does that mean everything is going to be okay?” I ask her. I’m desperate f
~FayePerfect.My fingers dig under the window pane, sliding it up until the cool night air drifted through. It's not snowing tonight, but the air bites at my bare arms. There's no point in dressing up if I'm going to shift anyway. So instead, I sling my leg over the ledge, looking down at the ground below. Here's hoping the grass catches my fall.Taking a deep breath, I fall until my feet touch the ground, my ankles jarring in response. No one should be out this way tonight. As far as I'm aware, the Guards are working different rounds until midnight.The night buzzes around me. No one here agrees with me when the forest that backs my residence comes to life at night.
~FayeThe note glistens in my fingertips, the paper decorated with swirling cursive text.Darling daughter,I’m positive the Goddess would like to hear you sing today.~MotherSinging to the Moon Goddess is something I have done ever since I was a young child. As ruler of our land, the Goddess makes full decisions on our futures, and to help her make positive ones for my Pack, I sing to her. She feeds off the harmonies, the
~FayeI quickly made my way back to my room to change. For whatever reason, mother hates it when I wear pants - apparently it's not formal enough.So I wear them around her out of unsung protest.She spends all her time in bed, so it's straight to her room for me. It's not her fault she's ill, and we haven't yet found a cure just yet. It gives her a good reason to push me around though, since I have no heart to protest against my sickly mother, who everyone conspires will die soon.Her Guards hardly acknowledge me as I knock on her door. That man who was supposed to bring me here did a horrible job of doing so. He left me at my room and that was that. Oh well, I'm here now.
~FayeI wait for him to react. I refuse to make a move.He doesn't say a word, which makes sense. The silence is split with the rain hitting my windows, as he rhythmically runs his gloved right index finger up and down the side of the blade. I'm not sure what he's waiting for, but right now, I'm at his mercy.My entire body trembles. I can't leave. He’ll kill me. I can't call for Cal. He’ll kill me. If I stay here and watch him, waiting for him to make a move, he will still kill me.Right now, I have no option.“I don't understand,” I breathe, my voice raspy, tangling in with the sound of the rain out
~Faye“Are you okay?” Cal questioned again. And again.I’m staring straight ahead, right at the wall. It’s the next day. Last night, after the incident, I didn’t sleep. Not because I was stressed about being attacked, but because I had Guards posted in my room. In my room.Cal has been beating himself up over this all morning. Dawn may have just broken, but we’ve been up for hours. I may not know the Huntsman, my new Personal Guard, very well, but I have noticed his selflessness. He hates himself for not being there the moment the Silent went into my room.“I tol
~FayeThere’s no words exchanged between us as we walk.The dumbfounded Guards who actually pay attention don’t stop us. They can’t, considering my authority over them. So we wander past, right out of the cell together, him right at my side. Never once does he make a move to step away, his gait matching mine.I can’t explain why I trust him. I just do.We walk outside, right through the main door. There shouldn’t be anyone where I plan to take him. And if he escapes? Hopefully I will have an explanation by then. In reality, I have no reason to trust him, or to even want him to explain. I should have accepted the fact he will be put to death, and I will be safe
~FayeI knock four times on the door in rapid succession.Only a few seconds pass before it’s flung open, and he’s standing there. The Huntsman. My own personal Guard. Cal.He squints in the light of my bedroom, as his gaze sweeps over me, looking for any sense of damage on my body. When he finds nothing but a fully dressed Alpha with no sign of injury, his eyes find my face, as he leans back against the doorframe. Considering it’s the middle of the night, the less than alert expression on his face tells me he would rather be asleep, which he was before, considering his shiftless looked and mussed hair.“Alpha, is everything okay?” he asks gently, raising an e