LOGINOlivia POV:
We were in last period already, field practice. It was one of my favorite subjects because it was the only place where I could take out my pent up rage and not be judged for it not being lady like. "Olivia," smiled Micheal, I noticed Kathy snap a spear as he approached me, "what's up?" I asked as I eyed her, "are you two fighting?" He looked over his shoulder at her and rolled his eyes, "she's being a bitch today!" He grabbed a spear and handed it to me, "today you demonstrate sparring with me," he said, his smile returning. I nodded, "don't expect me to take it easy on your ass!" He smirked at me, "I don't expect you too because I won't be taking it easy on your sweet little ass!" I rolled my eyes at him as we got into position and circled each other.
My eyes were scanning his every move, taking it all in. There was always a weak point and a good warrior knew that it was always best to exploit that in a battle. I watched as he lunged toward me, I blocked with my spear, pushing him off. He growled again and smirked as we continued to circling each other, he did the same thing again and this time I blocked and spun, hitting him behind the knees with my spear. He grimaced but did not fall forward like I would of hoped. "You're going to have to do better than that Olivia!" My hair was tied high so it wouldn't get in the way, I went back to watching, this time, I decided to lunge forward with an attack, swinging myself away from his spear as I did to catch him off guard but it didn't work, he stepped back and blocked me, throwing me backwards. I tumbled and rolled before I got back up and grabbed my spear again, "A walk in the park," he teased and it was my turn to growl, I lunged forward again and he grabbed my spear as I grabbed his, we both twisted, trying to disarm the other but causing both our spears to go flying. "I guess we should get those," he mused, "no," I smirked deviously, "let's pretend this is a real fight," his one eye brow shot up, "are you sure?" He asked as he got into his stance, "I'd hate to kick that pretty little ass again," I rolled my eyes at him, "you wish." He smirked at that and threw a punch which I dodged, hitting him in the stomach, he stumbled back but lunged forward again, I slid to the floor and swiped his feet with my leg causing him to fall on his back. "You okay sweetie pie?" I mocked and he growled as he pushed himself up and ran towards me, he made to tackle me down but I swung myself over on to his back forcing him face down into the dirt. "Should I make it a little easier for you?" I teased, he grabbed my upper thigh, catching me off guard as he rolled himself on top of me and pinned me down, one hand firmly on my thigh and the other pinning down my arm, I reached up with my free hand trying to grab his throat but he pressed down more of his body weight on me, leaning closer into me. "Told you I was taking it easy on you!" He growled as a smirk spread across his face, I rolled my eyes.
He pushed himself off and looked around at the class that we both had forgotten were there, "now class, you've learned a lot of do's and don'ts from Olivia today but one thing all you petite sweethearts need to remember, your strength is your agility and stamina," he looked at everyone as he said this, "the moment you let the heavier person get the upper hand it's over, so let's remember not to be too cocky!" He smiled as he aimed the last bit at me, I rolled my eyes and went over to the weights. Everyone started chattering again and joined up with their partners to train with spears.
"Olivia!" Called Micheal as he approached, "what?" I called back annoyed, "don't be a sore loser!" He teased and I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head, "maybe you're a sore winner Micheal," I grabbed the rope attached the the truck tire and swung it over my shoulder as I started to pull. "Hey!" He touched my bare shoulder affectionately, "don't be so hard on yourself," I gave him a half smile as I returned to my weight training and he jogged off to aid other students in their spear training.
Damien POV:"What?" I froze, "I-I-" I couldn't find the words and she moved back against the tub, her cheeks now tinted with a light blush of pink. "I turned eighteen today, and I scented you when you arrived and-" She was falling over her words to explain. I reached towards her, holding her shoulders for comfort and to stop her. "My head is spinning with questions, I have a mate," I said and watched her face fall, "it's a long story." Her back straightened and I don't think it was her intention to thrust her breasts out towards me. My wolf stirred again. "You have a mate..." She trailed off, her eyes darting between my eyes, trying to read something in me. "I don't understand it either." I sighed and sat back, "so are you going to reject me? Am I supposed to reject you?" I let go of her to drag my hands through my hair, "I don't know." I looked up at her and decided she deserved honesty. And so I told her. I told her the entirety of the story, about Olivia and how she wasn't my siste
Damien POV:I woke up to the smell of sandalwood, wafting through my room from the partly open door. I wasn't sure I had left it open. I groaned standing up and entering the bathroom, where I started to fill the copper tub. I watched as the water splashed and filled the bottom of the tub, when someone cleared their throat behind me. "Excuse me," said a cool voice, and her scent hit me like a slap to the face. Honeysuckle. I looked at the wide eyed beauty, her eyes were a deep shade of brown, and her skin was coppery with freckles all over. "Who are you?" I asked, "Arla," she said, my wolf was awake now and I could feel him clawing to the surface. Arla took a step towards me, her honeysuckle scent wrapping me in a soft cocoon which was soothing in its own way. I sighed, and she bent over to close the tap to the tub that was overflowing. How did I not notice that? She stood up, her beautiful hands touching my chest and sending sparks through me. She stared into my eyes, not looking away
Elouan POV:She was unabashedly drunk, and now it would be way easier to ply her for information. "So, your name?" I asked, refilling the jug, "Olivia," she grimaced as she watched me drink my wine and begrudgingly brought her own glass to her lips. We were six for six. "And how did you end up here in these lands?" I asked, she leaned back against her chair, her head hanging backwards. I knew the heat was making her feel more drunk, and I watched as her dark hair twirled and fell across her shoulders, drawing my eyes to the buds on her chest. I averted my gaze. Focus. "My father dumped me here." I frowned, "how did he get in?" I asked, she waved her hands like a wild chicken getting ready for flight, "with magic, he's a God." I narrowed my eyes, did I give her too much alcohol? As if in response she pushed the glass towards me with the tips of her fingers, and I poured her another. "So your father is some type of king?" I asked, trying to remember if there was any mention of kings in
Olivia POV:My fingers grazed the soft fabric beneath me and I realized I was hot, on the verge of overheating. I kicked off the heavy blankets and glanced at the source of light and heat in the room. It was a magnificent fireplace with a stone mantle carved with bears. "Finally awake," said the savage bear that helped me. I cast him an irritated look, "disturbing me once more on your master's orders," I mocked and he just shrugged. "You accepted the sanctuary so he won't harm you if that's what you're frightened of," my cheeks heated at his insinuation that I was afraid of him — them. And he smirked at me, as he read my emotions like an open book. "Would you like supper?" He asked, before I could give him a verbal lashing. And in response my stomach growled, betraying me. "My high lord has said that if you wish to return to the wolf territory he will gladly assist you." I scoffed, and averted my gaze to flames licking the mantle seductively. I would stare into the fire for eternity t
Dimitri POV: The dark doors swung open almost falling of its hinges, as I stared at the shocked faces of the Alpha and Luna that had once promised me their daughter for the sake of safety. They were in the middle of breakfast, Luna's hold on her knife only tightened as the shock faded to fear. "How did you enter our lands!?" Demanded the Alpha, and I scoffed, "if anyone is going to be asking questions, it will be me, but to answer you, there is no treaty between us since," and I dragged my eyes towards the blonde Luna who looked like she wanted to kill me, "you broke the sacred laws of the covenant. You gave me someone else." I could feel the bitterness rising in my chest, and forging itself into blood lust. I wanted their heads. The alpha cleared his throat, "we have no idea what you are talking about." I could see the unease in his eyes, and I could see the slight tremble in his bottom lip. "More lies?" I asked, "don't you remember the price of a broken covenant?" I asked, playing
Damien POV: We had been running and trying to make it through for a week, and now that we were finally here, I couldn't help but feel like this was some kind of fever dream. The priestesses all wore white cotton dresses that were pinned to their left shoulder with identical sapphire encrusted moon brooches. "This is the temple?" I asked in awe, and Dahlia nodded, "yes, it was built where the moon goddess was reincarnated centuries ago." I let out an unmanly gasp, "reincarnated? But that's not true is it?" I asked, she started to walk towards the temple, "could be, considering the ground is sacred and nothing with bad intentions can walk here. It's absolutely safe." I was speechless as I followed Dahlia up the white stone steps, the priestesses that walked past were like tendrils on incense flitting about gracefully. It didn't seem real at all. "High Priestess," said Dahlia falling to her knees. "Princess of Flowers," she said in a way of greeting. I watched Dahlia smile as she ro
Damien POV:My wolf was healing by just holding her in my arms, and my strength had returned tenfold. She slowly pulled away from me, her chin lifting towards me and her eyes darkened with something that only mates could understand. I leaned closer into her and she didn't stop me. Why would she? As
Olivia POV:I watched him sleep. For the first time since I’d known Damien, there was no tension carved into his face, no shadow of pain tightening his jaw. His breathing was slow, even, the rise and fall of his chest steady beneath my cheek. He looked younger like this. Softer. Human in a way that
Olivia POV:I felt the buzzing again as my eyes flew open, the sensation crawling beneath my skin like static. My fingers were locked tight around the dagger’s hilt, the sapphires warm now—too warm—as if they had been resting against my pulse instead of cold metal.I sucked in a sharp breath and pu
Damien POV:I rolled over, and for once I didn't wake up with unbearable pain. My hand grazed the empty space next to me. The sheet cold from the body that had long gone. I sat up abruptly, my hand still pressed against the cold sheet. Her scent was everywhere, on me, around me—everywhere. I swung







