LOGINCeliaA Month Later…I still see Bianca's face in my dreams. I am unable to escape her and her devious plans that she once threw me in the center of. I dream of the way she laughed and cackled at me, all of my insecurities now taking on her face as I try to escape from her in my dreams.It is only w
SorenIt pains me not to be able to look at Celia. I know that she is crying, I know that she is an immense emotional pain because of me and it's slowly killing me on the inside. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the way her body has doubled over, and I can hear the way her cries echo and bounc
CeliaThe house is much colder than I anticipated. I do not know what I was thinking, though, seeing how my father's home has been out of use for decades. Bianca wears many layers of clothes while I am forced to wear a simple nightgown with no socks or gloves to help me combat the cold.The chains t
SorenMy ears perk up as soon as I hear the Duke’s soldier proclaim that there is a messenger outside. I rush out of the room and hurry down the stairs, running as fast as I can, before I lunge outside the front door, staring at the messenger, who is held back by two soldiers. There is a cardboard b
Third PersonThe missing Lycan princess, Celia has yet to be found. The tension in the Duke’s mansion has risen over the past couple of days with Soren beginning to slowly go crazy over being unable to find and locate Celia. The Duke and Soren’s Beta have done everything that they possibly can to tr
CeliaI can only assume that a week has gone by from the way that the world goes from loud to quiet all around me. I am locked inside of one of the various rooms inside my father's old and run down manor in the woods. The windows have been sealed shut, curtains, hiding the sunlight that should be co
Celia’s POVThe invitation feels so heavy in my hands.A picture of Bianca and Soren, who hold each other with smiles, burns into my eyes.The tips of my fingers graze over Soren’s name; the words are indented into the card stock and is filled with black ink, making the words pop.My eyes focus on B
Celia‘s POVThe room falls silent. All eyes are on me. The silence is defeating, causing my ears to ring from embarrassment. I clear my throat and adjust the glass vials in my hands, making sure that they do not fall. I follow Healer Anderson to the former Luna’s beside and pass the bottles to him.
Soren“You can…heal me?” I repeat Celia’s words, slight confusion hidden in my voice. She nods, eyes darting away from mine.Celia’s gaze flickers between mine and the rest of the car. She fidgets in the passenger seat of the car and keeps her hands to herself. Her body radiates nothing but pure ner
Soren‘s POVEmployees and lower class wolves scurry throughout my large villa. They speak in hushed tones and always bow their head whenever they pass me. Many of them carry new wallpapers while others carry equipment for a stage that is to be placed in my backyard.In a week, Bianca and I’s engagem