LOGIN~Valeria~ Cassian's figure appeared at the top of the altar, and my blood pressure nearly shot up when I saw who was with him.Mom.Two guards held her arms, and her face was white as paper, eyes wide with fear. She had a bruise forming on her cheek, and when she saw me, she tried to say something but one of the guards clamped a hand over her mouth.
~Valeria~Caius waved us over to the west side of the altar, and honestly, the fact that we'd made it this far without anyone dying felt like a minor miracle at this point.His glasses caught the moonlight as his fingers moved quickly over the stone covered in wolf symbols, tracing patterns I couldn't quite follow. "The array is way more complicated than I thought. We nee
~Valeria~The pack square had descended into complete chaos. Wolf howls filled the air, weapons clashed, and somewhere in the distance I could hear screaming that made my stomach turn. Bodies moved everywhere, fighting, running, dying and I was trying really hard not to think about that last part.Lysander had my wrist in a death grip, pulling me through the crowd of fighting werewolves with the kind of teenage bravery that would have been cute if we weren't lit
~Valeria~Alerion's car sat in the driveway like some kind of dark omen with its engine already running.He was leaning against the driver's side door in a crisp black suit that made him look less like my stepbrother and more like someone about to attend a funeral. Or cause one."Ready?" he asked when he saw me approaching.
~Valeria~I gave up trying to sleep around two in the morning because apparently my brain had decided that rest was for people who weren't about to face potential death in less than twenty-four hours.So here I was, curled up on the living room couch in my pajamas, reading my dad's diary by lamplight like some kind of Victorian princess having an emotional crisis. Which, honestly, wasn't that far off from reality.
~Valeria~The night before you're potentially going to die hits different when your mom shows up at your door holding a box that smells like the father you barely remember.I was packing my bag for tomorrow, extra clothes, the notebook from Caius, Lysander's teddy bear because apparently I needed emotional support animals now when Mom knocked softly and let herself in without waiting for an answer.







