Chapter Seventeen: The Pack

Tamsin Eventide

It had never happened before, in the decade since he’d had his curse. He’d never lost control before the full moon and transformed. But like all the times before, he lost control of himself utterly. He could see and hear, he could think, but it seemed like his body was not his. He watched himself tear through the forest, his skin replaced by thick, silvery white fur that mimicked the moon’s light.

He could feel branches and bramble tear at his skin through his heavy coat, but any pain only spurred him on, encouraged him. Tamsin had found River’s scent, like springtime, like fresh waters and lilies, sweet and good. Cinder, he could smell the treacherous Fae, wood smoke and copper. He’d find him, and he would tear him to pieces.

He’d find River and claim her. The desire and urge to do so was all consuming. His primal cry tore through the chilly evening air, calling others to him. He may have been a cursed prince