What do you think of Drake's arrival at Urien's northern home?
The day after Emlyn’s birthday, Rich left for the council. Thankfully, he took Gwen with him. After she intentionally ruined breakfast, it’s a good thing he did. My animosity toward Gwen right now is really high. Not only that, but the pack is confused and Emlyn is devastated. It takes less than 12 hours for my asshole brother to start messing around with Gwen. Xander, Cayd and I are all sitting with Emlyn at dinner, having made sure one of us was with her all day. When she doubles over, Xander and I know immediately what is happening. He moves faster than I do, helping her up and escorting her out of the room. As soon as we’re out of the dining hall, he picks her up, explaining to Cayd that our brother is being intimate with Gwen and it’s causing Emlyn pain. When we get her to her room, I let Xander and Cayd know that Aunt Grace had called me earlier today. After dealing with the issue of Alpha Samuel, they basically implied that Rich was trying to force a mate bond with Emlyn. Be
After getting the letter from my grandfather, I began searching through the house. I had Demetrius slowly start sell the old, antique, gothic furniture starting with the hideous chandelier above the dining room table. I carefully go room by room, searching for hidden passages, hiding spots or secret doors. Each day, I come away with nothing more than what I got from the letter, which Demetrius said he got from the safe when he arrived. When I asked, he pointed me to my grandfather's room where the safe, whose door now sits open, the inside empty, resides. Although Leana said she would contact me every night, it is not the case. Part of me begins to feel gloomy, wondering if, now that she’s away from me, if she has forgotten me. Or worse, if she’s realized that she doesn’t want to be mated to a vampire. What if she fancies a werewolf? Well, I'll just have to kill him. I periodically get text messages from her, letting me know she’s okay and asking how I’m doing and on occasion, we ta
I knew the moment I got the gate at the castle, that I’d waited too long to get here. When I stepped out of the car and it was some strange vampire that greeted me, I realized that Drake must not be doing well with my absence. What I didn’t expect was the feeling of darkness that I got from him. It was almost as if being away from me had impacted him negatively in the same way that being with me impacts him positively. The house is dark and gloomy and I could see that it matched his mood and mindset the moment I entered the room. That was only confirmed when he ordered the other vampire from the room and immediately began hunting me. Kella came forward, ready to battle him if he started drinking too fast and heavily from us, but he surprised us both by sinking his fangs into my thigh. His fangs feel so good, even the way he feeds on me feels good, his sloppy, slurpy feeding further confirmation of his need for me. It’s not the blood he needs, it’s my blood that he needs. Now that my
I can’t believe the difference in how I feel now that Leana is back. The night has turned to day, the sun is shining on my face, I’m no longer thirsty and I feel almost human again. What little humanity I have has returned. “Does my wolf mate want to go for a run around the estate with me, see what there is to see?” I ask. I’m instantly rewarded with Leana’s sage green eyes turning gold. “Yes,” she purrs. Since I feel good and I know how my mate loves a challenge, I take a step away from her. “Do you think you can keep up with me, my mate?” I ask, taking another step. She growls low and just as she leaps to shift, I take off running. Rather than looking around the estate, we take a couple of hours to play, chasing after each other, Kella nipping at my heels when she gets close enough and me pinching her flanks when I’d catch up with her. Her howls of enjoyment go unanswered in the surrounding forests, so I begin to howl back at her which only makes her more excited. When we fin
Drake lays the map out on the table and immediately, I’m completely lost. It’s just a big circle. Drake however, seems excited. “My grandfather used to play this game with me,” he says as he flips the map over, looking at the back side, then turning it over to the front as a huge smile spreads across his face. “What game is that, exactly?” I ask frowning. “It’s like the anagram. Well, not really. This one is about finding the hidden treasure,” he says, still focusing on the map. He begins folding the map over lining up the lines on the back side with the circle on the front. I stand by and watch as he continues to flip the map back and forth before finding another spot to fold. It takes an hour or so, but when he’s done, there is actually a map. He leans over, looking at it and I come up beside him, wrapping my arm around his waist and leaning over the table to look at it. “Where is this?” I ask, trying to get my bearings on the map. “We’re here,” he says, pointing to the lower
I take another day before deciding it's time to leave so I can research the area where we were going. It’s a very small town, one that I’m surprised is even on a map, although it’s possible that my grandfather actually drew it onto the map for me. What little I can find out about the town let’s me know that it’s very small, less than a thousand people. That’s it. That’s all there is about the town. No sights to see, no hotels to stay in, no restaurants advertising for travelers to stop in for a bite to eat. Nothing. I let Demetrius know that we’re leaving, and I have no idea when I’ll be back. I tell him to protect the estate and to let no one in who is aligned with my father. “We need to be careful,” I say as we pack up her car. “Aren’t we always?” she asks. “If this is a town of witches and warlocks, we’re going to be outnumbered,” I say seriously. I’m still not thrilled that she wants to fight beside me, but no matter how strong I am, or how strong she is, one thousand witches,
I can feel the moment we leave the cover of magic. Drake and I find a place to park, hiding the car in the darkness. “Are you hungry, Leana? It’s been awhile since you’ve eaten,” he asks me. “I can eat later. I want to see what they are hiding,” I tell him as we begin to make our way back. We both stop when we feel the pressure of magic. “It’s interesting. It’s like a diversion spell, like it feels like you'll face misery if you go forward, like you’ll meet your end if you do,” I say. “I’m sure in some instances, that’s true. That group was ready to come after us until they realized you were a Guardian. Me being a vampire didn’t phase them at all,” Drake says. “Powerful witches,” I agree. “What did you think of the leader?” “He has power, but it feels more like he’s expecting to be powerful because of his magic, not that he has worked to make himself powerful by practicing his magic. Does that make sense?” “Yes. It’s like a werewolf that assumes they are strong because they are
I come awake slowly to the sounds of snarling, growling and hissing. My body feels like it’s been hit by a truck and I have the healing capacity of a human. What happened? As I try to get my bearings, it comes back to me. I had come down here to rescue my sister. I found her, talked to her, had even gotten the door to her prison cell open, and then she had blasted me with magic, slamming me against the wall and knocking me unconscious. I shake my head, tasting Leana’s blood in my mouth and that brings my senses into sharp focus. What have I done? I open my eyes and I see Kella fighting against three vampires. The space in here is narrow and they are using her much larger size and their numbers to corral her against the wall. As I watch, they surround her, pinning her against the cell wall. All three have their fangs out and they are obviously willing to share, all three wanting to feed on my mate. I watch as she leaps at the throat of one of the vampires, tackling him against the