He’s already turning, going for the ladder. My heart sinks to my stomach, nervousness and agitation crunching my lungs. He’s doing it again. The same thing he’s been doing for the last two days. The words are out of my mouth before I can think of better ones; “Why are you running?” Zen stills in
“I can’t feel my fingers.” It’s been a whooping two hours since Arryn and I took this post and nothing has happened yet except for both of us getting closer to freezing to death. Above us, dark clouds have covered the sky, and the cold wind is picking up. “Obviously.” Arryn says, scribbling someth
Outside the town hall, there’s absolute chaos. People are rushing everywhere. I spot the uniform of the first order soldiers in the fray, but my eyes swim over the crowd. There’s no lycan where the screaming man was standing. Only a mess of blood remains. My vision goes past that and to the alley
The sounds of the festival are deafeningly loud. Sitting cross-legged on top of one of the taller inns in the market square, I look down at the people laughing and chattering below without a care in the world. Whatever else I can say about the Crown’s safety measures for the Empire, they’ve done a
A plethora of screams bang against my eardrums. I let the spine fall from my hand at his side. I move on to the next one. This one’s farther away, nearly at the edge of the market, and by the time I see him the shift is almost complete. It would be a mess if they shifted completely. The weight of
Zen and I stare at each other, stunned. What’s he doing here? Is the only dumb thought in my mind when I already know what he’s doing. He’s doing his job. He’s hunting the Lycans. But the fresh corpse lying between us is not a lycan. Was he about to shift? Can Zen tell? Can he even tell what I’m
“Three minutes.” Lukas says, though his hand tightens on the hilt of his sword Three minutes left until the twenty minutes Zen asked for are over, I realize with a jolt, my anxious eyes snapping back to the man in question. The beast prowls in front of him, the thrum of its growl in the air. In the
The hotel Lukas booked for the soldiers and us to stay in isn’t as grand as I expected. In fact, it’s a homely little place. My room is separate from Zen’s, a small space with a little bed in one corner and a side table as the only other piece of furniture. I’m grateful that it at least has a bathr