LOGINOlivia POV:I was shaking with cold as I crawled into an empty cave, although it blocked out the elements, it did nothing for the wet ice that clung to my skin. I wasn't prepared for this, but I don't think I was ever supposed to be. I huddled into myself, pressing my knees to my chest and trying to keep the sound of my chattering teeth to a minimum in case there were other bears in the vicinity. Bears were our enemy, they were not civilised like us wolves or even like the vampires. They were complete savage monsters. I've heard the stories since I was young about the bears in the north ripping people to shreds for just being in the vicinity. How was I supposed to get home? How was I supposed to get out of this entire destiny bullshit? I could feel my heart deflating with each thought. I don't think there was a way for me to escape. Not alive at least. I curled up in the furthest corner of the cave and held myself trying to find sleep as my body shook with the cold. I kept my ears op
Olivia POV:A second ago I was jumping across the river, and now I stood in front of a very bored God, who sat on a dark cold throne, cleaning his nails. "So what was the plan Olivia?" His voice rang with equal boredom, I opened my mouth to speak— or mumble something, but he cut me off. "You disobey my order to kill the vampire lord, and then you try to get away from me, to hide!" His voice boomed across the decrepit walls of the stone temple. "It wasn't like that," I lied, "oh?" He said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, "I was going to kill him, but he overpowered me!" I watched as his nails became elongated claws and scraped into the stone of his seat. "I can smell your deceit," he said with a smirk, "and do you know what I do to people who dare to deceive me!?" His voice boomed, and I shuddered from the cold crawling feeling that was making its way up my spine like a hairy caterpillar. "I punish them," he said flatly and on cue, the blade turned in my own hand and slashed at my thi
Dimitri POV: Her brown eyes had darkened as she laid it out for me. Everything that I had done to her. And after the initial anger I could not argue with it anymore. I had taken her, and I had tried to make her mine by all means necessary. There was nothing I could do to change the past, not now and not then. Yet, I had tried for her, tried to erase the pain that she might feel, and tried to erase the loss of a mate. Although my intentions were not pure, I did try. I watched her as she got on her knees, the tendrils of grass suffocating beneath her trying to escape, as she leaned forward and cupped her hands into the cold stream, bringing the clear water to her lips and drinking. I watched as the water dribbled down her chin and on to her shirt. I watched as the water soaked in, deeper and deeper. I watched her— The dark haired beauty that had caught my attention before I had even knew her, the girl who stopped in the middle of the road, heart thundering and afraid. A scream i
Olivia POV: I slipped on the silk–like grass and Dimitri's arm caught me in time before I got to taste the grass first hand. "You should be more careful." I pulled away from him, "I don't need your help." He scoffed, "if I can tell that you are dehydrated; the Mannas will too." I rolled my eyes and almost slipped again. "That's it!" Snapped Dimitri and grabbed me, throwing me down onto the soft grass and climbing on top of me. "What are you doing!?" I growled, and he ignored me as he bit open his wrist and placed it against my lips. My mouth opened involuntarily and I couldn't help the groan that escaped me as my fingers dug into his wrist, squeezing as my eyes glazed with ecstasy. His blood was honey sweet, and gold just like his eyes. I glanced up at him in my blood-drunken haze and he stared down at me with a look of lust that mirrored my own. His wrist pulled away from my mouth and without breaking contact, he leaned over me. His soft lips brushing my own. "You chose me,"
Damien POV:"So, what are our parents like?" Dahlia asked, as she bit into some dried meat. We had stopped by a stream on our way to some high temple that had a priestess as old as time. Considering how my life has turned out, I would anticipate that she would have croaked by the time we arrived. "Well, before I saw them for the people they are, they were actually nice." I remembered back to the sun kissed summers, and the doting family meals, "but, I suppose back then I was entitled and we lived in a bubble." She glanced at me sideways. "What was it like living in the temple?" I asked, trying to take the attention off me. She chewed for a bit before replying, "it was better than your childhood, I was loved and cherished." I had no words. What could I say? "You can shift and let your wolf out if you want, you don't have to stay human for me." She smirked, "actually priestesses only shift on the full moon when the moon is at her fullest, we are strongest then." My jaw dropped. "I di
Dimitri POV: We had stopped for the night in a cave that I had decided would be a good camp. Olivia was quiet, yet she occasionally asked questions about the blade or the bracelet that bound her arm. I did not have the gall to tell her that the bracelet was a family heirloom intended for my wife. The mate that I would spend eternity with. I couldn't tell her that I had hoped that it would be her. She continued rolling the stick into the wood, her hands methodically travelling up and down with increased speed. I could smell the smoke and then there was an ember. "You're cold." I blurted, but my voice was cold and stone like. I saw her flinch at my tone, but I couldn't help it. The first thing she does when she is freed is run to that mutt of her mate. I could scent it on her before she told me, I had managed to contain my anger long enough before she had confessed herself. Confessed only because I compelled her to. "Have you drank blood since you left?" I found myself asking, and sh
Olivia POV:I could feel his cool breath on my neck. He was whispering sweet words to me, but I couldn't focus. The world felt… wrong. Soft.Quiet. Like someone had wrapped my mind in cotton and dimmed all the lights. I blinked slowly, staring at the velvet canopy above me. My chest should have hur
Damien POV:My body was on fire. I was writhing in pain and screaming. My mother was first through the door, she slid onto her knees. Trying to hold my head in her lap as tears streamed down her face. Her touch was like hell-fire on my skin. "Damien, look at me," She sobbed, "We can fix this!" Her
Olivia POV:I rolled in waves through the liquid gold that smothered me with warmth. His words from last night, Diamonds, are forever. They should have comforted me, but instead something twisted inside of me. Something hidden deep under the golden warmth that had seduced my mind. Something was scr
Olivia POV:My fingers trailed against the rose petals in the courtyard, their soft velvet brushing over my skin like a memory I couldn’t quite hold on to. The world around me shimmered in that strange, too-bright way it always did now—edges softened, colors deepened, sounds floating in and out lik







