Catherine felt like she was in a dream. No, a nightmare. Everything hurt, from the tips of her hair to the toes of her feet and everywhere in between. It was physical. Emotional. Mental. Yet she could not move to bend with the pain, to ease the pressure on her chest, or the choking in her throat. But Catherine knew she was alive. Where there was pain, there was life. Regardless of knowing this, it did not change the level of hurt. Catherine opened her eyes to a view of her life back on Earth. Only it was Cathy in control of her body, and her eyes widened.
“She has found her Intirmate.” A voice said, making her try to twist her head around. “They are called soulmates in your world. In Erlias, you can have more than one based on your connection to the world. A Fae has the strongest of all. You are Fae.”
“Why me?”
“Stout of Spirit yet lacking love. Your Earth taught you mistrust. You were to be Cathy from the beginning.&rdq
“You saw the three of us fall?” Gunther asked with wide eyes. “As if. I do not know about these two, but I am the Prince of Dragons. I would not.”“I am sure Catherine knows what she saw, Dragon, otherwise she would not mention it.” Silas replied, reaching out to touch her head. “Did the God you met with say that would be our fate?”“They said it would be if I refused to accept mine.” Catherine crossed her arms, her voice dropping lower. “And they gave me a preview of what it would feel like to lose you three…”The three shared a look before Zion reached out, his arms wrapping snug around her form. His warmth was so familiar now, something she did not want to go without, and she felt even more determined to remain by his side. By all their sides. Gunther’s slightly callused hands wrapped around hers, and Silas kept stroking her head, slowly calming her racing heart. The God said
Unavoidable. Catherine had no choice. But she knew the truth. Death was hard to face. Fear could change anyone, and fear of death would make anyone lose their mind. But though she knew it was what it was, despite everything in her mind screaming, this was wrong. Red. Her hands. Her arms. The beautiful white sleeves of the soft robes Silas helped her into before he transported them here. They were all red. Why? What had she done? She licked her dry lips, almost losing the contents of her stomach to the iron-like flavor spreading in her mouth. This world and its inhabitants were nothing like Earth. Nothing.~~~~~This was why he wanted to avoid it. He knew Catherine was not ready to accept this part of their world, no matter how much of a brave face she put on. Seeing her already pale skin turn to ash white under the red color oozing down her face made his heart thud dangerously in his chest. Challenges were life or death on Erlias. Catherine
Her eyelids felt heavy, so she kept them closed as she examined her surroundings with her other senses. The floor beneath her was cold, and the air felt damp. There was a drip of water somewhere nearby. Or was it far away? Catherine could not tell because of the echo. Calm. That is what Silas always told her. Remain calm and examine everything. He was the only one of her husbands who taught her offensive Majyks. Gunther and Zion refused. So, Catherine felt Silas’s tips would be the best to follow for now. The surface under her right hand felt rough, and she realized her wrists were bound by something coarse and snug.Rope. Catherine opened one eye to take a peek at her surroundings, but could see nothing. Did they bind her eyes too? Carefully, she reached up her hands, only to find nothing on her face. No, it was just that dark in here. She expected this, but that did not make it less scary. Her foes on this world were making their first moves, so she played right into
Their vacation to celebrate Catherine’s marriage to Gunther was put on hold. According to Zion, Cathy went to her hideaway after every wedding to explain how their relationships would work, but that was no longer needed. So, they canceled their plans to return to the port city and instead moved outside the city gates, into the nearby forests. Zion said the pack wanted to celebrate with her, since she would take the place of their Luna. Though Catherine did not understand it, she agreed, since she did not want to go back to the port city. There were too many people trying to earn her favor there.Circe disappeared. This time, Silas did not know where she went, only that her first husband came to ask where she went. Catherine felt sorry for the man, since Circe did not seem to care for him in the slightest. But he left to chase after her, so he was just as guilty as Circe for his situation. As for Circe, Silas promised to take care of her, but Catherine did not want her t
~~~~~“Interrupting and seeing the Tatiana while mating is a punishable offence.” Gunther growled, startling the pair, and Catherine lifted the blanket to cover her chest. “How did you get in?”The male sniffed before chuckling, his brown eyes narrowing as another male appeared behind Gunther, pulling him out of the room. Catherine’s eyes widened in shock before she threw a shield up and reached out her Lias to Zion. Clearly, not everyone agreed with the way things went concerning her instatement as the Luna. The male started to disrobe when his form disappeared, a flash of white tackling him from the side. Silas remained frozen where he was, as though he could not believe someone attacking them before he startled when the cracking of bones echoed in the room.“You should consider yourself lucky I am not Zion.” Eliana growled, coming to a stand. “I am sure he will
Gunther and Zion remained silent. Eliana looked between the two then back at Catherine. Catherine knew the two did not trust Silas, especially because it involved his little sister, but she did. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her. But expecting them to trust him without evidence would not grant him their trust. Evidence. What could she do to prove to them he could be trusted? How could she show them what she understood of him without breaking his desire for silence? Catherine understood a lot about Silas, like his want to protect even the two of them, but it was a private conversation. Gunther and Zion did not know what a depressing childhood Silas had.Not that it excused him from helping his sister, but Catherine could understand him better now. Her gut told her she could trust him implicitly, so she would. And the mark of the strength of her determination showed on her face as she turned to face the three of them. Silas is her Harlequin. The King of the Fae. A
Cool hands parted her thighs, loving lips pressed to hers, and then she woke, her body sore. Catherine barely recalled what happened when her back hit the bed last night, only the slap of skin, and the scent of their activities hovering in the air. They were still asleep, she wondered, poking Silas’s face, something she would never dare do when he was awake. The men often slept in a halo around her, something she felt strange at first, until the first time their group faced attackers. Zion and Gunther could transform quickly and dispose of the enemy without even waking her up, thanks to her Fae.Silas let her know the next day, much to Zion’s and Gunther’s annoyance. He said it was only to prove he helped, and that was back before Catherine knew about Silas’s past. She dressed herself and walked over to the window. When she first arrived here, every new day brought the shock of something new to her, but she was growing accustomed to this world. To alwa
Unlike the other males she saw here, Brucie had short blonde hair with oaken brown eyes, and a slight roguish expression on his face. He had a scar running vertically to his nose, yet it did not put Catherine off. She found scars to be attractive, especially since Zion had one as well. He leaned forward, catching her gaze with his, drawing her into smiling. Brucie was handsome. Just like the others, which only made her even more interested in him. Everyone else treated her like a child, yet here he was, treating her like a woman, instead. It was comforting.“Might I know your name?” Brucie ventured with a gentle smile.“Call me Cathy.” Catherine answered, smiling in return. “It is refreshing to meet someone like you. Are you a Forest Fae?”“Yes, I have a home nearby. The Wolves know, but I pay them dividends often.” He continued, his head tilting to the side. “What about you? Surely a beautiful woman has litt