LOGINWillow’s POVThen I was awake again.The same feeling as last night.I lay still for a moment, eyes open in the dark. Someone was in the room with me.Last night I had been frightened.Tonight I was irritated.“Whoever you are,” I stared at the ceiling, my voice flat with exhaustion. “Could you please stop doing that?”Silence.Then a voice came from somewhere near the window.“Willow.”I stopped breathing.It was Mordecai.For a second I genuinely thought I was dreaming, then I heard him move.I sat up sharply.He was standing near the window, barely visible in the darkness. Moonlight shone on part of his face, and those pale eyes were fixed on me.The shock lasted about three seconds before it turned into anger.I threw the blanket aside and got out of bed.I pointed toward the folded blanket on the dresser. “Is that your blanket?”His eyes flickered briefly toward it, but he gave no answer.My stomach tightened.“Were you the one who carried me back from the garden?”Silence.I hat
Willow’s POVI stayed perfectly still.The room was dark. The only lighting came from the moonlight coming through the windows.I sat up slowly, squinting through the darkness, but nothing moved.There was no shadow. No sound.My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared into the darkness.Someone had been here.I was sure of it.I waited for a full minute, but still there was nothing.I reached over and turned on the small bedside lamp.The room was empty.I sat there for a moment, looking at every corner. The door was closed. The window was shut. Nobody was there.I got up anyway.I walked around the room slowly, checking every corner, near the door, beside the window.Frustration tightened in my chest. I knew I had felt something.Then I paused.Even though there was no one, there was something in the air.A scent.I stopped walking. It was familiar.My mind processed it immediately, trying to place it.It was faint. Something dark and warm.I stood in the middle of the room and b
Willow’s POVThe training grounds helped too.Vincent was still trying to win back his gold chain.He had tried making different bets, but I only accepted the ones that I was sure of, and none of them had worked.I felt bad that I had offered to just give it back.“No,” he said immediately.“Vincent.” I had held it out to him. “Take it back.”“I don’t want it back.”“Then why do you keep trying to win it?”“Because winning it is the point.”I had given up and put it back in my pocket. I hadn’t worn it since I won it, but Vincent insisted on me keeping it because he wanted to win it fairly.Hela was a different story.On the days she was at the training grounds, she would stand beside me.We would watch the matches together, and sometimes she would ask what I saw, and I would tell her. Sometimes I was wrong. When I was, she would point it out flatly. When I was right, she said nothing, which I had learned to read as agreement.Whenever I predicted a move and it happened a second later,
Willow’s POVFive days.Mordecai had not come to the apothecary garden in five days.I found myself looking toward the gate whenever I heard footsteps. That realization annoyed me immediately.When I found plants I didn’t recognize, I would automatically look around, expecting a flat voice to identify them.It was strange how quickly I had gotten used to him appearing without making a sound. The short answers and all the questions he never answered. The way he would crouch beside a plant and point out something I had been staring at for twenty minutes without seeing.And now there was none of that.The garden felt strangely empty because of it.Even the feeling of being watched had stopped. I had gotten so used to it that its absence felt strange, like a sound that had always been in the background had suddenly stopped.I had not realized how much I had been relying on his short visits until they stopped.My work in the herb garden had slowed down to nothing because without him there
Willow’s POVAfter a quick shower, I decided to go to the training grounds.Anything was better than spending another evening thinking about pale blue eyes. It had been a while since I had gone there.Lately, most of my time had been spent in the two gardens. If I wasn’t working, I usually walked around the territory or sat near the playground watching the children.I hadn’t gone back to the training grounds since the punishment of those warriors.Part of me had been scared that if word got around about why those two men had been whipped, people would connect it to me.The staring after the punishment had been very bizarre, but it had calmed down a few days later. But I had still been hesitant.Until Diana told me the reason, when I finally worked up the nerve to ask her if she knew why they were punished.“Officially, it wasn’t just about you,” she had said. “They had been skimming from supply shipments for months. Apparently somebody finally found proof and brought it to the alpha.
Willow’s POVThe next few days settled into something close to a routine.I split my time between the two gardens. The first one was easy now. I knew every root, every plant, every flower, but the apothecary garden fought me at every step.Most of the plants there looked very alike. Some had identical leaves, with only a faint color difference or a different vein pattern to tell them apart. I spent entire mornings kneeling in the dirt, turning leaves over, comparing one to the next, trying to make the differences stick in my head.Progress was too slow. All I could do was clear out the dead plants to make the garden look less like a battlefield.Mordecai started showing up.He never announced himself. He simply appeared whenever he wanted to.Sometimes I looked up and found him standing a few feet away, watching. Other times I didn’t notice him at all until a flat voice answered a question I had been muttering to myself, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.He never stayed long. I woul
Willow’s POVThose pale eyes pierced into mine.Up close, they were worse than I remembered. In that room on the first day, I had been far away, and had been overwhelmed to take in anything more than the bloodied headless bodies littered around.Now there was no distance. He was right there, and th
Willow’s POVThe next evening, I slipped out of my room.I had spent days lying still and listening to everything. Mornings were busy, people passed a lot, middays were busiest, people passed much more, but by evening, people passed less frequently.I dressed in the darkest clothes from the dresser
Willow’s POVI had lost track of the days. I didn't even know how long I had been trapped in this room anymore.I tried to count them by the meals they brought for me three times a day that were always delivered by silent omegas who knocked, set the tray down, and left without meeting my eyes. But
Willow’s POVFear shot through me so fast my heart nearly stopped.I cautiously grabbed the nearest thing next to me before I decided to move.It was a small wooden candleholder from the table, which I held in front of me with both hands as I crossed the room.I pulled the door open.A girl stood i







