LOGINUnknown P.O.V.I know it was probably a mistake to go topside, but I had to see her. Smell her. Feel her. I did not count on her being away when I finally got through all the gates, and out into the realm of air and sky. I tracked her through our bond, feeling her emotions, getting glimpses of her whereabouts, and I knew she was alright. Otherwise I would have raised all sorts of hell upon the people around her. Another thing I did not count on was him; her other mate. The golden retriever half/half werewolf/vampire Crown Prince. I will have to be cautious with him as he can prove to be very essential to my woman's happiness in the future. It annoys me, but who am I to argue with the Goddess, especially now that she finally blessed me with someone as extraordinary as my little time-thief. I’m intrigued, and very aware that this can be the weight that tips the scale to the other side. I decided to travel to her camp and see for myself what horrors she lives through every day. Ever sin
Druida P.O.V. The next morning I don’t even manage to get out of my room before someone is knocking insistently. I wave my hand, making it open without having to interrupt what I’m doing. Outside Freya is wringing her hands, and almost stepping one foot over the other. “Goodmorning wicca. Come in.” She steps in, and I wave my hand to the door again, sending a small invisible fire along the edges of the doorframe, the windows and garden door, to block eavesdroppers. “What can I do for you?” I ask, braiding my hair while keeping an eye on her in the mirror. “I.. Did you have a good travel?” She asks, fishing out a piece of heavy parchment. I raise an eyebrow, turning to take the dense paper from her hands. “You can speak freely, Freya. I am protecting this room from outside snoopers.” She sighs with relief, nodding. “Where on earth did you find this kind of parchment?” I open the fold, reading it over while she explains that she found it in Jessica's workroom. It’s filled with all
DruidaAfter a couple of days, and some very demanding messages from Silvan that I return at once because he needs my advice, Lucas and I decide it’s time to return to camp. I reach out to Angel, so we can work the disguise spell on him, making it more permanent and workable. I’ve looked it over the time we’ve been here and worked out the kinks and loops, and found out how to make it possible for Lucas to activate and deactivate the spell without our need to be there. “I gave them the message.” Angel says in the workroom, not looking at me. I in turn also keep mixing my ingredients for the artifact we’re making. “And?” “And we got a visit from the Moon Goddess, dammit.” She snaps, making me sigh. Why on earth would the Moon Goddess visit them unless what I shared with her was something.. No, not going there. “What did she say?” I’m trying very hard to sound casual, and keep working to hide my shaking hands. It’s serious to a whole other degree if the Moon Goddess decided to pay th
Elder Richard P.O.V.“... investigate it further, but the news so far is quite disturbing, and I dread what they find when they dig deeper, but we need all the evidence we can get.” Dorian says on the other end of the line. I tap my chin, deep in thought. “Does he suspect we’re looking into him?” “Nothing so far as I can see. I still keep bumping into him all over the Council Compound.” I nod, although Dorian can’t see me. “We need to be discreet with this if we want to catch him and whoever he is working with.” “I know, which is why it’s taking time. I had hoped we already had him in custody, but my men say the same thing as you; they have to be extremely careful about how they go about this. He can’t suspect them, or me.” I’m about to answer when someone knocks on my door. I frown because Balder and Lillie know I'm at this meeting, and it’s important, so they wouldn’t interrupt unless it’s absolutely necessary. It could be one of the kids, but they also know I have an importan
Lucas P.O.VWhispers. All around me people are whispering together, but I cannot decipher what they are saying. Not yet. They are not close enough. Pieces of hushed conversation reach my ears, but not much makes sense. I find myself drifting between waking and dreams. The dreams are filled with fire and ash, a soft silk laughter and eyes obsidian black and as endless as the deepest pitches of hell. “Don’t worry, prince of the daywalkers, I will not take her all for myself.” He says, smiling softly. It fills my body with dread, and makes Ulric growl possessively. “Who are you?” I ask, knowing he won’t answer me. I think I already know, and if he is who I think he is and what he is, then we are in big trouble. Especially if he is what I dread he is to my mate. “The little time-thief asked me the exact same question,” he purrs, pleased for some reason. “You will know soon enough.” I drift again, through darkness and empty spaces. The next time I surface the hushed voices are closer t
Druida P.O.V. The moon is on its highest when we reach the point where I can teleport us past the Iron Mountain pack and into the lands of the vampires. I need to be precise to land on the Royal coven’s grounds and not some ambitious High Lords. Kennock has been quietly following me since we departed from Silvan’s encampment keeping his disguise up, seemingly in a brown study of deep thoughts. I’ve let him be and let my inner protections walls down, welcoming the voices of all my animal friends guiding me free of three ambushes so far. Jessica seriously means business, but she has no idea I have my mother’s magical bonds with animals, and they were the ones who warned me about her schemes and plans. Stupid of her keeping them laying about on her writing desk, but I hope she doesn’t learn right away, so they can keep spying on her. Freya also caught me before I had to meet with Silvan to warn me about what Jessica told her. She is keeping her end of our deal, and instead of the poss







