Lana looks dismayed. Thinking about it, I realised we never did speak after she handed me the invite to the moon gala, everything that followed happened so fast, I did not even consider seeing Lana.
"It just... happened." I reply.
"Everyone said..." Lana began and then trails off. "That you set the fire and killed Alpha Rich. I didn't believe it..."
"And now you do?" I ask knowingly. Lana had seen me summon flames yesterday, if she was not convinced before, she certainly is now.
"What I know is that my cousin is not a killer." Lana replies firmly. "We grew up together...you don't have it in you to hurt anyone. Tyler says the same."
Tears spring up to my eyes but I blink them away. Tyler believed in me without questions, even when Alpha Rich had been like a father to him. He helped me escape and even now, he kept my secret and did not reveal that he truly confirmed Alpha Rich was killed by me, and so even in Everdale, it still was just speculation.
I had always thought he was cold and distant, because of the age difference between us, he didn't mingle with us like he would with Mikos and the older teens in the pack.
I shrug casually in response to Lana's words.
"Mikos doesn't seem to agree." I reply in a low murmur.
"Mikos...he..." Lana trails off, as if unsure of what to say. "If you hadn't run off...he just wanted to bring you in for questioning. You were the last to see Alpha Rich, after all and horrible rumors keep spreading that he...he..." Another pause.
"If you didn't run, if you explained it clearly, then Alpha Rich's honor and his name..."
I scoff beneath my breath as I understand Lana's meaning. Rumors have been spreading that Alpha Rich attempted to rape me. I even heard over the counter at Red Ember that there have been whispers that he has repeatedly taken advantage of pack females, though there has been no evidence against him, and no one is willing to come forward.
I can imagine why. If Mikos hunted me all this while simply because he wants me to testify for his father's innocence and decided to have me killed when I would not return willingly with his enforcers, it can only be that every other female who faced the same at his father's hands has been silenced.
And the fact that word of it never reached the news or any tabloids, there is just one person with enough influence over Everdale's media to make certain of that... Lana.
My heart constricts within me but I keep a straight face and remind myself to give her the benefit of the doubt. Nothing is set in stone yet.
"Mikos idolises his father and Alpha Rich was a good man. These rumors about him are... appalling. Mikos was devastated by them..." She continues,
"They are not rumors." I interrupt, crossing my arms over my chest. Lana's gaze on me changes slightly, her brows furrowing up as if in confusion.
"What do you mean, Kyra?" She asked, an incredulous chuckle follows after. "You couldn't be entertaining these ridiculous rumours..." She went on to say but I interrupt her again.
"They are not rumors, Lana. I do not know about anyone else, but I can speak for myself..." I pause, the memory of that day floods back to my mind, sending a chill of disgust and terror down my spine.
I have been so focused on running and keeping myself alive. So focused on wallowing in my own guilt at the death of Alpha Rich that I had absolutely forgotten about my own injustice... about what I had faced too, what I had endured and my truth that needs to be spoken. "Alpha Rich...he did do those things, or at least tried to. He laid his hands on me and was going to..."
"Kyra!" Lana cuts me off sharply.
"I know you never cared much for the Everdale Pack. You were forced into the pack after your parents passed on and you do not share the same bond with the Everdale Pack as the rest of us, but that is not enough reason to sully the name of a good man." Lana says sternly. "If nothing else, Dad took you in when you had no one else...Alpha Rich is Dad's best friend, how can you even say that?"
Lana has always had her way with words. In just a few sentences, she has painted a picture of me being an angry and unstable orphan lashing out on my benefactors.
"Mikos...he may have taken it too far, but you're still alive, that's something. And I'm sure he will be more reasonable now, I will speak to him." Lana says, "So you have nothing to be worried about and can return to the pack."
The disappointment blooms within me. I wonder if Lana truly believes she can convince me otherwise from an experience I suffered myself. Did she believe she can somehow make everything disappear like it never happened?
It is devastating that my own cousin is willing to force me into silence to protect the Landry's and suddenly I can tell why Mikos chose Lana over me, why she is the better fit to be Luna. Lana... the Everdale Pack and its prestige is her priority...over the truth, over me.
And now, it all makes sense. I certainly cannot compare to Lana in that sense... I cannot sacrifice my morality for the Landry's, neither would I be willing to cover up their dirty deeds for them.
"There's no need for that." I finally respond.
"What?" Lana asks me, like she did not hear me clearly.
"There is no need for any of that." I say again. "I won't be returning to the Everdale Pack..."
I hesitate for a moment before I continue.
"You heard it earlier. I am Alaric's woman now... his home is my home, and his pack is my pack. Everdale... I have left it in my past." I clarify.
~AlaricThe atmosphere in the study is tense. My elbows rest on the table, fingers crossed, as the envoy of the Werewolf Council on screen, concludes his report."Two are dead."The words hang between us, weighty, impossibly so.I breathe in carefully, my eyes narrow as I absorb this information. One of the top ten alphas ranked in the element games had been discovered with his throat ripped apart, his corpse dumped in the river like refuse. Another, also ranked top ten in the element games was discovered in his own bed, with his heart removed from his chest and left, respectfully, by his side on the bed.A message. A threat.The element games have always been a brutal display of power and a fight for survival, but this...this was different.Assassinations. And whoever was carrying them out was accurate."You think this is targeted," I state, my voice even, but there is an edge to it, a storm brewing beneath the surface.The envoy nodded. "The pattern suggests that they're killing th
The smell of charred earth fills the air, a blend of burned grass and smoke, it envelopes me as I shift in place, adjusting my stance.The rooftop training room of the Silver Tower is well equipped, more than any I have ever seen. Not that I have seen much since I did not really live in the Everdale pack house, but my point remains valid. It is late afternoon, the sun burning across the open space is harsh.Across the room, dozens of targets are lined, some still standing, others smoldering pieces of my past attempts.Sweat pours from my temple, and I wipe it down with my sleeve, curling my fingers as the flame crackles to life between them. It comes too easily now, answering my call without hesitation. That should comfort me. Instead, it unsettles me, my lack of control becomes even more apparent."Again."Alaric's quiet voice carries over the space between us. He is a step or two away, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on me.I inhale deeply, rolling my shoulders, and then I concent
I followed Alaric in silence as we deviated from the well-trod path, the jungle closing around us grows denser, wilder. The ground was soft, littered with leaves, and the rich scent of soil. The late afternoon sunlight dapples from the canopy above, lighting Alaric's broad back in shifting light and casting long shadows over the path.I don't even ask where we are going. Something in the way he moves, with a stillness, and measured steps holds me back and bids me to just follow.The sound of the crashing waves become fainter with each step forward as we travel deeper into the island, our steps drowned out by the endless hum of sea breeze. The further we go, the more untamed the land appears, as though we have travelled through time to a forgotten world.And suddenly, just when I imagine that we will never get to the end of this path, the trees part. There is a small wooden structure, half-overgrown with creeping ivy. It is not exactly a ruin, but tipping the scales at that. And from
"Alaric has lost a child before. You must understand. He will be careful...too careful. Because the last time..." She trails off, as if realising she has said too much.Her eyes soften as she watches my expression, but the damage has been done.I did not think I know everything there is to know about Alaric, but I also cannot have imagined that there is even more tying Carla and I together.Not only do I look exactly like her, I'm in the exact same state she was when she died. Carrying the child of her mate.The firelight outside flickers, but the warmth has been sucked from the air, replaced with something colder, heavier.I can still hear the distant hum of voices, Alaric's among them. He has no notion what is being said here, in this small, dimly lit room where the weight of his past has just been deposited on my shoulders.I can hardly breathe.Alaric's mate died carrying his child.And now here I am.A replacement.I barely hear Maggie's voice beside me, offering reassurances I c
The aroma of meat roasting over a slow fire and broth bubbling curls through the air, wrapping around me like an unseen rope, pulling me forward towards the little wooden house in the midst of the rows of much the same structure that make up the settled. Warm, unguarded laughter echoes within, in bright contrast to the salty wind that comes in from the shoreline.Alaric walks beside me, his steps unhurried. A faint stain of berry juice marks his thumb, leftovers from our earlier snacking."Took them long enough," he mutters, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips as he wipes his hand on his pants. I stare at him, puzzled. "For what?""For the invitation," he says, nodding toward the house. "I was beginning to think they'd leave us to starve on their island. And I promised you a meal while counting on their kindness."The door swings open before I can respond, and a broad-chested man with lines of laughter carved into his face stands in the doorway. His grin is wide, eyes wrinkling a
The island is different today, softer... almost expectant. The announcement that the element games had ended should have lifted the lingering tension, yet it feels like something unseen still clings to the atmosphere. It might be just me, my company seems to be perfectly unbothered in his own little world.Alaric has said little since we left the beach house, only that there is somewhere he wants to take me.The wind is heavy with salt, and a gust lifts my hair as I follow him down a winding dirt road, cutting through the middle of an overgrown forest.The terrain shifts the deeper into the island we venture, farther and farther away from the arena and the parts of the island reserved for the games. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and ripe fruit and the sounds of waves crashing against the beach becomes more and more distinct.Another distinct sound soon rises to meet it... laughter. Soft, innocent giggles of excitement... I can only guess it's coming from children.And