The strange woman looked at me, the sound of the footsteps thundering over the wooded landscape. Any minute now, Elijah would burst through the trees. "Meet me here, tomorrow at dawn. Don't be late." She said. Her voice was like a strum on a stringed instrument. Then I had to swallow down my surprised gasp as she disappeared in thin air, just like how Miqella could. All that was left as her proof of existence was the cherry blossoms that fluttered to the ground where she once stood. A fae fairy, or was she a witch? I didn't know, but I was still sitting there. Staring numbly at the darkness that greeted me now. It was like everything came rushing back once she disappeared. I turned to gaze at the pile of ash. No sooner than I could blink, Elijah burst through the trees. I was surprised to see at least ten soldiers behind him, all holding weapons. Elijah was sweating, his eyes wild when they fell on me. "What in the... Robin?! What happened?!" He was in front of me in sec
What in the world was she talking about? I stepped back even further, subconsciously cupping the shell of my ear. I had no clue what she had even looked at, but I felt vulnerable all of a sudden. The Mark of Sina was something only told about as an old folktale. Some believed it had been real, but most regarded it as a children's story. I was one of the latter. The old tale described the mark of Sina as the ultimate cast of favor, it claimed those who had it could even summon the goddess back to earth. Of course, no one believed that part. It was too much power to wield in a world where Alphas reigned. If anything could threaten the Alpha's place in the pack, it was eliminated. So many of the stories about the marked emphiased even the "chosen" ones knew their place in the world. I used to always roll my eyes at it. But to hear it said outside of a storybook was jarring. Especially from a daughter of the sun. It felt like she was seeing something I wasn't, but that could be my bia
"Who the fuck is Mattias?" Before I knew it, the words were being spat from my mouth as if I had swallowed stale beer. My hands fell limp at my sides, my previous desire to reach out to Morax fading. All of my joy had suddenly evaporated from the air, and my small hands couldn't reach up in time to catch it. I watched, painfully slow, as Morax finally remembered I was here. His golden eyes were finally on mine, but the effect felt watered down now. The wolf inside my soul was on edge. I looked between him and the woman who had miraculously returned from the dead. Even though Morax had looked away, Angelica was still staring openly at the Alpha. Her eyes were incredibly soft and filled to the brim with sorrow. I felt like I was intruding on a private moment, but for some reason that pissed me off. I had just discovered my mate. So why did I feel like the third wheel? A childish part of me wanted to scream it wasn't fair, but I kept my mouth glued shut. I waited for either of the
Morax POV.There was a sense of self that was lost when you chance upon an old regret. A splash of cold water and shock none could prepare you for. I stood there in the fumbling leaves and dry grass on the outskirts of my warrior's platoon. I was dreadfully aware of Robin’s scent rapidly steering away from me, but my ankles were shackled. I fell still with shock and dread. But to be most accurate.I was furious.For as ferociously as my wolf lunged from my will, pleading with me to go after her, I was enraptured by Angelica's image. To see her standing there was the same as seeing a ghost. Yet I was painfully aware as her scent protruded in the air that she was real. “How are you still alive, Angelica?" Angelica's soft demeanor vanished as soon as Robin was out of sight, and there stood the woman who seemed most familiar to me. While she was dressed with frailty and beauty, I knew better. I knew the cunning that lurked behind those eyes. "Is that how you greet an old friend, Matt
I couldn't tell you how long we talked in the center of that field, but I could tell you that as my brother uttered those words, it felt like the world stopped to listen. Elijah and I were staring at each other, and I searched his face. I waited for him to laugh and say it was a joke, but the complexities in his expression warned me otherwise. Not that I thought he'd ever joke about mom so easily, but the information felt too coincidental or insane. Then again, the mark felt like insanity too. "... Mom had this? You're sure?" I asked. I had never heard of mom bearing a mark like that, but how could I judge? I hadn't known of mine either. I was walking forward to retrieve my arrows, hands surprisingly less shaky after my furious practice. Some of the anger had left my bones. As I scooped up a few more, I glanced back at Elijah. He was taking his time answering, but he nodded. His face was grave. "You were too young to remember but I'm the one who found her body. She ... used to ha
Even after a decent night's sleep a lie still hadn't magically popped into my head. But I figured, for now, I was safe from having to think of one. Instead, I was relishing in my alone time. I kept staring at the mark in the mirror, all of my hair dangling on the left side of my face. I had my neck positioned awkwardly but from the angle I was at, I could see the minuscule crescent. It was settled neatly in the flesh behind my ear. It was odd looking at it, knowing what it was. But as I thought back to my conversation with Elijah last night, I couldn't stop my growing curiosity. The pain in his eyes, the way he deflated at the end of our talk. They were two things that aided in my partially restless dreams. Truth be told, I didn't remember much of my mother. She had died when I was still young, so most of my memories were in spurts or blurry at best. I remembered things about her, like her kindness and how we had inherited her ice blue eyes and light blonde hair. But the rest
"I...think it should be good news to everyone, sir." I answered, treading carefully with how I addressed him. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and it was making me self-conscious as I stood there, keeping my expression schooled. I felt like I had possibly blurted out something that offended the Alpha, but it was kind of tough shit considering he had bluntly brushed me off just the previous morning. I kept that in mind as I kept talking. A frown fitting on my lips. "Of course, I'm happy he's awake, not only is he your Beta, but he saved my life and Timmy's remember?" I answered him with my chin held high, not backing away from his public displeasure. A few murmurs of agreement went through the crowd, before a man I faintly recognized as the same one who complimented me the other day came forward. "I have to agree with the girly, I think we all miss your sidekick! He's always in a good mood and gives me snacks, ya know?" He laughed, and the tension deflated from the air. A few mo
"Miqella, what are you talking about?!" I whispered back, as harshly as I could. The sound of leaves was almost roaring now, and I squinted up at him from beneath the turbulent wind. I could barely see in the blanket of night, but I heard the hiss melt away into a rough timber."You're getting awfully fond of calling me by my Beta's names. First Brandon, now Miqella? Now, answer me. Why did you run off? The forest isn't safe, you should have stayed with the others at camp." ... What? What was going on?That wasn't Miqella's voice. As I stared into the eyes that undoubtedly belonged to Miqella, cold fear shivered inside my stomach. He wasn't making any sense. I squirmed in the warm hold, perplexity rampant inside my head. "What are you talking about, Miqella? Everyone else is right..." I whipped my head around to show him, but everyone I had been traveling with was gone. I sat there for a moment, trying to spot them or catch their scent. But I realized then that the entire walk h