Lisha POV I can't stop thinking about what Allana has told me. Cassandra needed to be stopped, and I knew that, but now was not the right time. My anger rises, and my magic flows through me; the power is intoxicating. The wind around me gets stronger, leaves fly into the air, and trees start to bend. I can feel I am beginning to lose control when Tyler puts his arms around me; I can barely hear him as he says, “You need to breathe, Lisha. Listen to my voice; come back to me.” He runs soft kisses down my neck, my body responds to his touch, and I relax against him as my control returns. Skyla and Xavier walk over to us when we reach the village outskirts. I look at Skyla properly for the first time since I returned home. Skyla has changed; she still looks like the Skyla I know, only now her skin glows in the sunlight, and her hair looks like silk and falls down the middle of her back. When she walks, she looks like she glides across the ground. Skyla s beauty and grace are breatht
Lisha POV I wake up feeling hot and restless, and I need to move. I get out of bed, throwing a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra before leaving the cabin. I am scared I am going to hurt someone. I run through the forest until I can no longer hear any werewolves from the village. Everything comes rushing back to me, my mother being murdered, finding out that Andras and Cassandra killed my father, and the abuse I dealt with at the Seelie court. My legs give way from under me; I can't run anymore; I sit on the forest floor, digging my hands into the ground. Sobs wracked my body; I was so glad to be home; all I want is to spend my life here with Tyler. Why can't Tyler, Xavier, and Skyla see what they are trying to do will get us all killed, and why is Allana encouraging them? Allana has told people for years that I will have immense power when I turn eighteen. Where is it? I am starting to doubt everything she has ever told me. I can't hold it anymore. I feel like I am going crazy. I
Lisha POV The werewolf takes us to the great hall where King Damian is waiting for us. My jaw hits the floor when I see him. He is enormous, at least six foot seven inches tall. I can see the muscles on his chest, shoulders, and biceps straining against his shirt when he moves. The animal magnetism that comes from him is overpowering. His long brown hair is loose and falls in heavy waves to his chest, his beard is cropped short against his rugged jaw, and his deep-set dark brown eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks at Allana. He smiles before saying, “It has been a long time Allana.” His voice is deep and husky; everything about the man is sensual. Allana inclines her head at him, giving him a flirtatious smile as she saunters closer and kisses his cheek. “Hello, Damian; it's good to see you again.” “You are still as beautiful as ever, Allana.” She giggles at him, saying, “And your still as handsome as ever, Damian.” I have to admit my grandmother has excellent taste in men
Allana POV I grew up with Queen Belladonna, playing on the castle grounds; she was always a gorgeous woman. She had the classical beauty of the Unseelie royal bloodline, long silky straight black hair. Heart-shaped face, large ebony eyes with high cheekbones, full lips, and flawless golden skin. She was tall and slim in build. Belladonna was one of the most powerful queens the Unseelie had ever seen. Her charisma pulled people to her; when she spoke, no one could look away from her; she demanded attention and received it. The average life span for Fae is four hundred and fifty years, some Fae has lived to be six hundred years old, but they are rare. My mate Nathaniel was an old Fae when I met him. I loved him dearly. He was my soul mate, and when he died, I was crushed. I did not want to go on living. I never got to tell him he was going to be a father. Nathaniel always wanted a son. We did not think I could conceive because of Nathaniel's age. Belladonna realized I was pregnant bef
Lisha POVWe are up and ready at dawn; by the time the sun is peaking its heads above the trees, Allana has opened the portal Skyla, Xavier, Tyler, and I are the last to pass through the opening before the door closes again. Screams filled with fear and pain pierce the air; they come from the village. Only humans are left there; they will be defenseless. I scream when I see Skyla, Xavier, and Tyler running back the way we came. “No, please, we need to leave this place.” Looking over my shoulder, I see Allana collapse, and the portal closes. I run in the direction Xavier, Skyla and Tyler have ran; dread fills me when I smell the stench of death that fills the air; the humans are being slaughtered. Seelie, vampires, and wolves run through the village, killing everyone who opposes them. There are too many of them. I scream at Xavier, “Get out of here; take Skyla with you.” Tyler runs back toward me when he hears my voice; I scream when a silver arrow pierces his chest; he stumbles an
Lisha POV I am sure Jasmine is more cat than a wolf; she hasn't stopped creeping around the room all morning. Her short dark hair is cut in a pixie style, accentuating her large green eyes-long black eyelashes and olive skin. Jasmine is a little taller than me; she is beautiful. It is a shame she is such a bitch. Leaning my back against the bedhead, I have my legs straight and crossed at my ankles; I wiggle my toes and ask, “So, Jassie, what are we doing today?” She spins around, growling as she says, “I told you not to call me that, Lisha.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and smirk, “And I told you I don't give a fuck, Jassie.” Jasmine hasn't managed to take all my Fae senses away as she thought; I can hear her heart rate pick up as her anger rises. “Do you have a death wish, Lisha?” I snort, “If you mutts wanted me dead, you would have killed me by now.” Her eyes glaze over for a couple of minutes before she looks down at me and sneers, “Get up the King wishes to speak to y
Lisha POV The four walls are starting to close in on me; it has been six months since I discovered Tyler was alive. The door creaks as it opens; taking no notice of who it is, I watch the flames flickering in the fire. Damian surprises me as he lowers his large frame into the armchair beside me. His husky voice vibrates against the silence of my room. “Did you know you twirl your hair around your fingers when you're deep in thought, Lisha?” Dropping my hand into my lap, I ignore him. He leans toward me as he whispers, “You have been quiet, Lisha. Is it because you know I speak the truth about Tyler?” I hiss, “What the fuck do you want, Damian?” Everything Damian has said is true. Tyler and I have crossed paths repeatably in the palace. There has been no recognition in his eyes where I am concerned. Damian growls, “What makes you think you can get away with speaking to me like that, Lisha?” I look at Damian briefly for the first time since he entered my room and say, “You wa
Lisha POV They say history repeats itself, and I am starting to believe it. I groaned and picked myself back off the ground; this is not Skyla I am training with; my opponent is not my friend. Sharna is a quick-tempered nasty bitch; that's one of the reasons I chose her as my sparring partner. Sharna smirks at me as she sneers, “Why don't you give up, Fae? I would hate for you to break a nail.” I snort, “If I wanted your opinion Sharna, I would flush the toilet.” A few wolves watch us snickering; she shakes her head before lunging at me. Her fist connects with the side of my head, my knees buckle, and I am back on my ass on the ground. “Had enough yet, Lisha?” “Nope, come at me again.” This time, she rolls her eyes; I turn when she throws a punch, hitting her in the temple with my elbow. She staggers but doesn't go down, growling; she comes at me, holding nothing back. Knocking me to the ground, she punches me repeatably in the face. Everyone stops when a growl resonates throug