MasukSelina~
I stood frozen in the middle of my room, clutching the old letter so tightly the edges were starting to tear. My heart wouldn't slow down. Everything Elian had said swirled in my head like a bad dream I couldn't wake up from.
Carolina didn't die the way they told me. My father had her killed. Somehow, I was half Fae, and now a vampire was bound to protect me?!
I must be in a nightmare, but before I could pinch myself, the knocking on my door came again. Harder this time.
"Selina, open this door immediately!" my father's voice boomed. He sounded impatient, and I knew if I didn't answer, he would break down the door.
I quickly hid the letter under my pillow and wiped my face. My eyes were still swollen from crying earlier, but I knew with Father, he didn't care. I went to the door and opened it.
My father stood there in his usual expensive suit, looking at me as if I were something he had to take care of. My mother stood slightly behind him, her face still.
No one played the role of a nonexistent housewife quite like my dearest mother.
"We need to talk," he said without even asking how I was. He never did. I stepped aside and let her in. My hands were still trembling slightly. I sat on the edge of my bed while they stood in the middle of the room as if the air I breathed belonged to them.
My father wasted no time.
"The protective ley lines around Belton are breaking down. We have a chance to repair them. You will go to the Runeblood Academy tomorrow morning."
I blinked. Once. Twice.
"Runeblood Academy?" I repeated slowly. "The Werewolf Academy?"
"Yes," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You will form a Soulbind Alliance with the Alpha Heir, Raymond Viel." That's not up for discussion.
My stomach sank.
You want me to marry a werewolf? My voice broke as I stared at him in horror. The same creatures that killed Carolina? Have you all gone mad?
My mother looked away. She said nothing. She never did when my father spoke. My father's eyes narrowed. "Watch your tone, young lady. This is for the kingdom. The werewolves control the Source Crystals we need. In return, they need this pact. You will fulfill your duty."
Duty.
That word tasted bitter in my mouth. I stood up, my legs feeling weak. "And what about me? What about what I want? I just caught Brad cheating on me with Iris, and now you want to send me to the werewolves? The same monsters who—"
"Enough!" My father cut me off sharply. Carolina had always been the better daughter. She understood sacrifice. She was beautiful, graceful, and willing to do anything for this family. "You, you're standing here complaining about your petty heartache while the entire kingdom is in danger."
His words hit me harder than Brad's disgusting glare had earlier.
I felt my chest tighten. So, am I just the useless, chubby daughter you can sell? I blurted out angrily, but my father didn't even flinch. "If that's what it takes, then yes. Pack your things. You're leaving at daybreak. A car will take you to the academy. Don't try to embarrass us when you get there."
He turned and left without another word. My mother gave me a sad look before following him and quietly closing the door behind her.
I sank back onto my bed.
The tears came again, and I cried until my head ached. This must have been a terrible dream. Brad and Iris, and now this? Being sent to those disgusting creatures, and a dead woman's letter told me I was one of them?
No way. That simply wasn't me.
***
The next morning, I dragged my suitcase down the stairs like a prisoner returning to her cell. The driver didn't speak to me, and Mother didn't even come to say goodbye. The staff simply loaded my bags and we began the long drive to the Rocky Mountains.
The closer we got to Runeblood Academy, the more nervous I became. What was it like there? Were the people or beings there mean? Would I be mistreated?
When the car finally stopped, I looked out the window and my breath caught in my throat. Runeblood Academy was enormous. Tall stone buildings mixed with modern glass, surrounded by enchanted walls that glowed dimly. Students milled about. Some with wolf eyes, some with pointed ears, others with scales or pale vampire skin. Everyone looked so different. I got out of the car and felt completely out of place. My curvy body suddenly felt even larger under all the stares. Some students whispered as I walked past.
Human
What's she doing here?
I lowered my head and followed the driver to the main hall where the Binding Ceremony would take place. My hands were sweating.
Then I felt it.
Someone was watching me. I looked up and my eyes met those of a tall man standing near the entrance. He was easily 6 feet 2 inches tall, muscular, with icy blue eyes and black mullet hair. A snake tattoo peeped out from under his sleeve. He was handsome in a cold, terrifying way.
But the look he gave me was pure disgust, and my face instantly clicked. He was Raymond Viel.
My future husband. I had spent all night searching for him, trying to see what kind of monstrosity he was. He stared at me like I was some filthy creature that had just crawled onto his pristine campus. His jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed, but I stared back just as fiercely, my heart racing.
This was the monster I was destined to be bonded to, and from the look on his face, he hated me as much as I hated him.
The driver left my bags beside me and drove off without a word. I was alone now. Truly alone. Raymond took a step toward me, his voice deep and cold as he finally spoke.
"So you're the human they sent."
I lifted my chin, trying to appear braver than I felt.
"And you're the animal I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with.”
Selina~Raymond tensed. The key in his chest pulsed more strongly. The thread between us responded to Kael’s presence. It grew denser. More alive. Yet I also sensed the danger. This man was old. Powerful. And he had once borne a key himself. What did he want now?Kael looked at me. His shattered, mirror-like eyes slid over the thread. Then over the key in Raymond’s chest.You sacrificed what bound you together. That is why the thread is pure. That is why the soul lies open. That is why the Master wants you both. I can bind the Eye temporarily. I can make it harder for the Master to access the key. But only for a short time. And only if you allow me to touch the thread. The price is high. I am broken. Every touch takes a toll on me. And perhaps costs you more than you have left.The true Master laughed. The sound came from the tunnel and the Eye at once.He is lying. He wants the key for himself. He wants the thread. He is just as hungry as I am. Trust him, and you will lose everything
Selina~Iris laughed. The sound was thin and sharp. Tendrils of shadow whipped across the courtyard. One aimed for Geraldine. Alfred hurled his last blade of light and struck the tendril. The light flickered and died. Geraldine whispered an incantation. The ashes of the old book formed a faint shield. The shield held for only seconds. Then it shattered. New figures rose from the smoke. More than before. The True Master stepped forward. Every mouth opened in unison.The harvest does not end with a single outburst. The key is ready. The soul is open. The thread is pure. I am taking both.He raised an arm made of shadow and broken lines. The hand did not reach for the thread. It reached for Raymond. For the key. For the wolf. Coldness flooded through the connection. I felt the Master begin to pull the key out. Raymond gasped. His eyes widened. The thread flickered wildly. Pain exploded—white and absolute. I gripped his hand with both of mine. The thread flared up. I poured the last remna
Selina~The figure straightened. Taller. Denser. The figures rose. Iris smiled. The scarred woman crawled closer. The red moon cast only darkness.Raymond tried to pull me behind him. His strength was spent. The key pulsed erratically. The wolf was too exhausted. Rowan lay motionless. Alfred knelt beside Geraldine. The thread was strong. But we were not.The True Master’s hand reached out again. For Raymond. For the key. For the wolf. I felt the cold. Felt the Master beginning to pull the key out. Raymond gasped. The thread flickered.Selina. If he takes the key, the thread will snap for good. Then I’ll be his. Then you’ll be alone.I grasped his hand with both of mine. The thread flared up. I poured my will—and the very last of my strength—into it. The key resisted. The Master pulled harder. The eye grew larger. The figure loomed over us. All faces smiled.The harvest is nearly complete. Only the key remains. Then both of you will belong to me. Forever.Raymond’s body tensed. The wol
Selina~The True Master’s hand reached out again. Not for the tether this time. For Raymond. For the key. For the wolf. Through our connection, I felt the cold reach him—felt the Master beginning to extract the key. Raymond gasped. His eyes widened. The tether flickered.*Selina. If he takes the key, the tether will snap for good. Then I’ll be his. Then you’ll be alone.*I grasped his hand with both of mine. The tether flared up. I poured my will and the last remnants of myself into it—everything that remained after the sacrifice of warmth. The key resisted. The Master pulled harder. The eye swelled to the size of a human head. The True Master’s figure loomed over us. Every face was smiling.*The harvest is nearly complete. Only the key remains. Then you both belong to me. Forever.*Raymond’s body went rigid. The wolf stirred one last time—not to fight, but to choose. His voice was nothing more than a breath against my ear.*I’ll tear the key out myself. Before he can get it. The teth
Selina~The thread held its breath.Raymond’s fingers dug into my hand so hard my bones cracked. The stolen key within his chest was coming loose under the relentless pull of the true Master’s hand. Light and shadow and pure pain merged into a single white explosion behind my eyes. Through the connection, I felt every fiber of that tugging. Cold. Hunger. The sensation of something essential slipping out of him. The wolf inside him had already made its choice. It would tear the key out by force before the Master could fully claim it. The thread would snap. I would be free. He would fall.No.The word wasn't a sound. It was a command I issued to the thread itself. I poured the last remnant of myself into it. Everything the empty abysses still had to offer. The places where Carolina and Elian—and the warmth of our connection—had been on the stone floor. The core. The moment he had truly looked at me for the first time. The thrust that had driven us both over the edge. The resolve that I
Selina~Raymond sank to his knees. I went down with him. We pressed our hands together. The wounded thread trembled. We poured what was left into it. Will. The last clear memory of the core. The moment we had found each other on the stone floor. The first true look. The push that had driven us both over the edge. The thread accepted it. It grew by a tiny fraction. The eye twitched.It grew smaller. The True Master hissed with rage.Iris shouted a command. The figures attacked again. More precisely this time. They weren't aiming at us. They were aiming at the point between us. Shadowy hands reached for it. Every touch made the thread flicker. Every touch drained away the warmth. The memory of his body. Of the moment when the key, the soul, and the wolf had merged into a single sensation. Everything turned greyer.Raymond roared. The wolf took over. His movements became faster. Raw. Deadly. He tore apart vines and figures with a ferocity that filled the courtyard with black light. But e







