Lorcan - Wolf Island - Day before The Summit After two hours at sea, our ship comes to the Maelstrom of the Archipelago—a large pool of whirling current set equally between all the Islands. If appropriately navigated, it will quicken our trip home. The whooshing of the water drowns out all else, even the winds. This dilemma requires us to use the Pack Link to communicate directions to each other. ‘All hands, sails up, we coast in slow,’ I say through the link as the men scurry about the deck, preparing for the transition. The sound of the Maelstrom muffles their movements and hard work. The ocean flows over the hull and onto the deck while the waves carry us in. I firmly hold the helm and steer the boat into the current. ‘Steady, steady,’ I warn, waiting for a suitable break in the swirl of violent water. ‘And drop the Front sails,’ I command through the link. A fluttering of sheets rips through the air, the wind catching them ideally to push us over the breakpoint. ‘And now the
Being home has kept me busy, saying goodbye to friends and warriors I’ve grown up with. I even expressed my fair wells to a few she-wolves I ran with. I was surprised they were all happy for me. I’m feeling downcast, and I finally pull myself away to brood. Alone in my now bare room, I shed a few tears. But as a King, I can’t linger too long. I shower and dress for one last dinner in my childhood home. While lacing up my shoes, I suddenly have this empty feeling. Without Kimarhi here by my side feel I might break. At that moment, her wonderful floral perfume hits my nose. I’m automatically drawn to the laundry and dig out what I just threw in. Kimarhi’s pheromones cling to my shirt, and I instantly feel at ease. My heart steadies, and I feel a sense of love and completion. I’m in awe, and sure this is how I was able to stay calm today. I tuck the garment away in my luggage for later, feeling the need to keep it close. Walking the halls of the clan house, I’m reminded of chasing my
Kimarhi - Lion Island - Day before the Summit Waking up refreshed, I realize the bed is empty; Lorcan left late last night. I fight back the tears as I feel very lonely now. It happened in such a blur yesterday. I was fated, and he was mine. Lorcan also gave me more than I bargained for, that’s for sure. Our first time together was magnificent. He wasn’t angry with what we did, nor did he hold it against me. The fated bond is no joke; I have seen others living it, like Theo and Helena, but only experienced it for the first time yesterday. It isn’t easy to feel happy when he isn’t here. I force myself out of bed, not realizing I’m crying. All this will be an adjustment. I’ve never had to rely on anyone, and now my heart feels emptier. I felt this way when Lorcan was talking with his father yesterday. I was nervous about announcing him to my people as their King. It’ll be fine, and he must fulfill his family obligations before returning to me to his new home. ‘My Queen would you like
'What was that about?' Tavers asks through the pride link, taking a seat to my left. 'I’m not sure. Dorian has always been respectful, but just now, he was downright rude.' I answer by repeating Dorian’s opinion. 'I thought everyone would be happy they have a King again, but Dorian just seems hateful,' I say with eyes closed to hide that I'm using the link. My anger subsides as I sense a warm hand on mine. Tavers runs his fingers across my wounded knuckles, and even they feel better. His touch, like Anya's, soothes me into calmness. 'Just know that those insecurities are his own, My Queen. Think nothing of it.' He taps my hand, removing his, and follows up with the best thing he can say. 'Dorian will be removed from the council as of now. I will speak with him later. You concentrate on other things, my Queen.' He knows what I need to hear. Feeling better, I look at Dorian’s back as he walks down the hall. With a smug smile, I shake off this situation and concentrate on Sir Tavers.
Xim - First night of the Summit Sentry duty is usually long and lonely, but tonight, I'm paired with two members of other clans to protect Lion Island. This gives me people to talk to while on watch, but I'm not in the mood. When we arrived this evening, I felt ill and dizzy from all the floral smells in the air, so much so my head was killing me. It was so painful that I couldn't concentrate on sentry duty. Extremely sullen and fatigued, my mind is a cluttered mess. Thankfully, there wasn't an attack from the shadow clan, and the night passed quickly. I'm relieved early from my post, and because of the pain, I can't activate the den link and move to find my Alpha. Maybe I miss Imagyn. It's been two days since seeing her last, and I'm not sure I like this feeling. Two ships left Wolf Island yesterday, and one went to Reptile Island to help with a recent attack. Needing healers, she went, but I wished she hadn't. I could use her soft touch. If Imagyn were here, she would massage my
I looked around the room while I waited, planted where Kimarhi asked me to stay. She may have meant I could sit but didn’t say it. The room is nice and warm, with the inviting aroma of her scent enveloping every crevice and calming me to a point. Kimarhi has a lovely apartment-style suite, very befitting for a Queen. Spacious and decorated to show her style, homey, lived in but lonely in a way. The room has white dahlias’, the symbol of Lion Island, subtly displayed everywhere. In vases on dressers and tables. Along with hints throughout the décor, blankets, pillows, and a painting. The sitting area has a plush sectional couch with lots of cushions. Scanning the rest, there is a closet across from the bathroom. Between it are a bay window and a seat with heavy thick curtains. My eyes land on the large bed. It looks comfortable, and I hope to be in soon if she lets me. But I shake my head to clear that lustful thought. No, I can’t yet. I have to speak with her first. After being hid
Anya - Evening on Day One of the Summit The summit has me busy in the kitchen tonight. Everyone wants seconds of our banquet. Lost in my thoughts of food, the service door opens, making me smile. But it’s not Kimarhi like usual. However, it is another member of my family. “Anya, My Old Friend!” Alpha Morgan says with a broad smile, entering my kitchen with confidence. “Morgan, who are you calling old? I can still make a belt out of you,” I threaten, feigning anger and offering him a smirk. “Still as feisty as ever, I see,” he says, leaning to peck my cheek. The warmth from his touch calms me, and I forget about his loving insult. “Always! Now what can I do for you, Alpha?” I ask while a staff member comes over for approval of her dish. It tasted perfect, and I dismissed her with a nod. “I believe we should speak privately, My Friend. I feel this to be urgent,” he says, all giddy, but that isn’t anything new. When it comes to Morgan, everything is important. I bet he needs more w
As my grandmother called us, we are The Guardians—the descendants of Queen Emera and her fated mates. The story of her court has been lost over the years. Some still believe, and others think it’s a legend or myth. The thought of a chimera shifter living again is awe-inspiring. My grandmother told me stories about the Chimera Queen being the perfect form of her fated mates. Her dreams were full of images of the past, and she was given the Prophecy. Not it’s my job to help Kimarhi fulfill her destiny and bloom. To become a Chimera Shifter. The humans have a similar story but get it wrong like most. For them, the Chimera is a monster with two or three heads and a malformed body. Our Kimarhi will be so much more than that. She can shift into any form, see through her mate’s eyes, and fight with them. Because of this, we have worked tirelessly to be the accurate record keepers. All the clans keep a census, and we save a copy of all records and the Prophecy under lock and key. We have tr