*Kieran*It makes me uncomfortable to admit that she makes me feel comfortable.It seems ironic, but it’s true.She’s not supposed to make me feel this way because, in the crevices of my mind, the ones that haven’t adjusted to the new reality yet, she’s my sister.Even though I know she’s not, and even when I thought she was, I never once treated Blanca like she was a member of my family.Most of the time, I didn’t even treat her like she was a person.Still, with her head on my shoulder like this, I start to think of her in a different light. She is my mate, after all. We are not related. We have never been related. Nothing about her being my mate or what we did during the Haze was wrong, and yet, whenever she touches me, it creates a war in my mind, a chaotic jumble of mixed emotions where I don’t know what’s up and what’s down.I don’t know if I should smile and enjoy the tingling warmth spreading throughout my body and gathering in my groin or push her away and swallow down the fi
*Blanca*My heart thrums in my chest, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I almost died. With Kieran’s arms around me, his muscular chest pressed against me, I don’t even feel the scrapes and cuts I collected slipping down the mountainside. He pulled me back from the darkness, and now, here in his arms, I’m safe.We are both naked, a thin sheen of sweat covering our bodies, and his lips are on mine. I remember his taste from the night of the Haze even if everything else is still hazy. When he runs his hand along my ribcage, I take a deep breath and brace myself for what’s to come.I want him. My body responds to his touch in a way that I can’t comprehend. Even without the Haze, my thoughts are blurry. I’m reacting on pure instinct when I lean up to wrap my arms around his neck and open my mouth wider. I feel a soft tug on the back of my head as he intertwines his fingers through my hair and gives it a tug, eliciting a moan from my mouth.There’s no stopping this. Not only are
*Kieran*Blanca stares at me as if she can’t comprehend what I’ve just said. I don’t blame her; I’m not sure I can comprehend it myself. But then, I’ve said it, and I mean it.“Kill your father?” she repeats.I nod. “That’s right. We need to kill him. Of course, it would be nice to hear him confess to all of his crimes first, but that can come after.”Blanca, who is still sitting on my lap, both of us naked, binks a few times. It’s hard to see her in the darkness. The sun has completely gone down, and very little moonlight reaches us through the cave entryway, even though there are no bushes there this time. I’m not sure what I expect her to say, but since she’s saying nothing, I continue.“Everything he’s ever taught me is a lie. He’s mentioned time and again how he defeated all of these kingdoms around us where people were being mistreated by the royals, but none of that is true. It’s just what he told himself and others in order to get his leaders on board with all of the horrible
*Blanca*Kieran is gone–swallowed up by a tree! I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. The tree simply opened, and now, he’s disappeared. It takes me a moment to comprehend, and I have to wonder if perhaps all trees are capable of this, and my sheltered life has left me thinking otherwise, but then I realize that’s not possible.I gaze into the darkness where Kieran has gone and see a ladder. Instinct tells me to jump in after him, but it’s so deep, I can’t see anything down there. Instead, I take a moment to shift and get dressed. Then, I quickly climb down the ladder, hearing a creak as the tree closes itself above me.Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long to reach the bottom of the ladder, which means Kieran didn’t fall that far, maybe ten feet. Still, I expect to see him lying on the ground unconsscious. Instead, I wheel around to see him standing in his wolf form in front of several people who have sticks in their hands and are taunting him.I want to look around at this place. It
*Kieran*The moment Blanca starts naming names, I know we’re in for it. I want to tell her to be more vague, but I also don’t think it’s a wise decision to be secretive right now, and we still don’t have the mind-link. I was an idiot for not believing she was my mate and going ahead with the ceremonial shit before. Now, it might cost our lives.She says my last name, and everyone in the whole damn–whatever the hell this is–freezes. She says Blake’s name, and the Luna almost passes out.Still, I stay back, right next to Blanca, and wait.After Luna Delaney recovers from her near swoon, she continues to question Blanca. “You’ve seen him? With your own eyes?”Blanca’s head rocks back and forth. “Yes. King Gavin keeps him in a cell in the dungeon, but I used to go there often to bring the prisoners water.”“Why would you do that?” The woman who caught the Luna looks to be about the same age as Delaney, and their facial features make me wonder if maybe they are related. Sisters, perhaps?“
*Raven*I blink a few times and am glad the Luna hasn’t handed me the picture to hold because I would probably drop it and shatter the glass all over the packed-earth floor.“What did you say your daughter’s name is?” My voice is a whisper, and I hope that it doesn’t betray the emotions that are welling up inside of me.“Her name is Raven.” Luna Delaney speaks as if she believes her daughter is still alive somewhere.I believe she is, too.“King Gavin said he found her?” Kieran asks, his voice stronger than mine.“That’s right, and from the description he gave of the location and who she was with, he was convincing. To my husband, at least. I suppose it was my prayers that she made it to our allies that has prevented me from accepting that fact.” She lets out a sigh. “For years, I’ve been searching for her in our own territory. But the border between our lands and our allies, Dark Valley, is filled with rogues. Most of the people who survived the attack from Dun’s Crossing were childr
*Kieran*After a tearful reunion with her mother, Blanca–I mean Raven–is taken outside to meet the rest of the pack. I tag along in awe of everything I’m seeing. Unlike my mate, I’ve known my parents my whole life, and I’ve always felt like they loved me. But after seeing this, I’m beginning to realize I’m not sure I know what parental love looks like. At least, not until now.Delaney doesn’t stop crying the entire time she is speaking to her people. She calls them all to gather in a central area that is a little larger than the other tunnels, and when a great mass of them has congregated, she tells them all what she has discovered. The girl who climbed down the ladder a bit ago is her daughter–Princess Raven–the girl that disappeared twenty-one years ago.At first, a hush falls over everyone. They’re obviously surprised, and I have to think they also wonder if Delaney has lost her mind. How does she know this? What if this girl is lying? But then, the woman from earlier, whom I’ve no
*Raven*I have an Aunt.Nola takes me to her home, and together we begin to bake a traditional dessert that is eaten during celebrations. She tells me all about how the dish is prepared and why it means so much to our people.I am listening the best I can, but I am distracted. I keep thinking about my mother–I actually have one that loves me–and how she asked to speak to Kieran. I’m nervous that he will say something he shouldn’t say, but I have to trust him. He is my mate, after all.As we bake, Nola asks me all sorts of questions about my life. I am slicing apples, something I’ve never done before, and am slightly afraid I’ll cut off my finger if I don’t pay attention. I tell her the truth. “I was raised in the castle, mostly cared for by nursemaids. It’s not been too interesting, honestly. Your life here seems far more intriguing. I’d love to know how you have apples underground.”Nola, who looks a lot like my mother, laughs and wipes the back of her hand across her face. “We grow