เข้าสู่ระบบWho do you think she should end up with? I have an outline, but it splits in two directions at the end. I'm not sure who is better for her. I like them both! Hm... maybe both? Let me know your thoughts. XO, Elizra
Epoch."What the hell does this mean?" I ask.Marcel shrugs. We both stare at the stained paper in confusion. He takes it from me, turns it upside down, holds it up to the light, and tries to read it backward. I take it from him and do damn near the same process. Neither of us has a clue. Even Delta Hester, who has calmed considerably, gives it a go. She sounds out the word, trying to decipher if it is an anagram or secret code."Epoch... Every person of choice here? Early poison often clears house?" she mumbles, squinting at the page. "Oh! Enemies present or closing, hide!""That one's not half bad," Marcel perks. "I like that."While Delta Hester glows with pride at her deduction skills, I know better and snatch the paper from her fingers. "Out, both of you. I need to think. And, thank you for your... invaluable contributions to this mystery."Marcel snickers, nearly dragging the stubbornly devoted Delta from my office.Alone at last, miserable once more. The letter from Leon offers
"My father is not the forgiving type, no," I chuckle bitterly. "And you figure I'm the same kind of leader. The kind that would abuse and disillusion their lessers because they are weak or have wronged me."Delta Hester's chin remains lifted defiantly. But no amount of faux confidence can mask the quiver of her lip or the tension in her shoulders and brows. She's afraid. Worse. She's lying."You don't believe that." I retreat a step, calming myself with a deep breath as I study the anomaly shivering before me. "What are you doing?"Hester's head tilts to the side, her lips clenching tighter as if that could stop the truth. "I don't know what you mean-""You're acting like this on purpose. Trying to rile me up, make me believe the worst of you and myself... why?"To the heart of it. I don't want any more of this drama she's been producing from the moment she stepped into my office. The game is done; her shoulders slump, and the creases on her forehead deepen."It's the only way," she m
"Delta Hester." She's the last person I expected to darken my door.Ever since Olivier flattened her the day of my return, she's kept a low profile. Any time I enter a room, she ducks her head and leaves. When Alpha Damon gives orders regarding me, she delegates to another servant. She's been a ghost in my periphery for weeks. Now, she stands before me, a fidgeting, uncertain ball of tension. Strange to see her lacking her infamous confidence and self-importance.Delta Hester... is small. Maybe that's why I feel so inclined to humor her sudden request. She's never looked so weak as she does right now, curled in on herself like a scolded dog. I gesture to the seat opposite me, an offer and an order. "Please. What's on your mind?"She moves with that slight hitch in her step and eases into the chair, but never lifts her proud chin as she did in the past when speaking to me. I wonder why.Coward, Arya grumbled. Easy to exert your authority over the weak. Scary to face off against your be
Three Months Later...Present DayIt's been three months since Leon and Killian both went on the hunt for Evangeline, Andromeda, and the organization responsible for backing, supplying, and hiding them. The updates from both of them come at odd intervals. One after the other, each revealing a different side to the puzzle. Each carries snippets of information that should form a whole picture, but they don't.I sit behind my desk, glaring a hole through the paper in my hand: a letter, the latest from Killian.Hello, my wildfire. Do you miss me, my love? I miss you with every breath. Everything reminds me of you out here. The night sky of your hair. The sunlight filtering through the leaves of your eyes. The cool touch of a crisp breeze, invigorating like your smile. He goes on for a few lines like this, waxing poetically. I never thought the fearsome Lycan Prince was a poet, but here I sit, proven wrong. Worse? I'm blushing like an idiot reading his sweet ramblings about how beautiful
Hello my lovely friends!First, thank you for taking the time to read this note. I just wanted to pop in to celebrate the end of the second arc and the beginning of the third! There is a three month gap between the end of the second arc and the beginning of this one, so I wanted to pop in and make that clear for any readers who jump around a bit. Second, I'm switching from past to present tense in this coming arc. I feel like everything we've experienced in Aurelia's life up to this point was her memory/recollection. The rest of this story is happening in real time for her. She's having to make split-second decisions that she can't look back on and analyze. Which is good because this is the part where things start getting hectic for her. (As if the last two arcs weren't full of drama LOL)Third, when I first drafted the outline for this story, I had a very clear outline of who she was going to end up with. But as I started writing this arc, I realized I don't know who to pick. Finishi
"I ought to drag you through this fancy courtyard by yer ear!" Gabe snapped as he gathered me into his arms in a bear hug I didn't know the man was capable of without his wolf. "You go runnin' off into the forest without word for your mother and me! And we have to hear it from Dammitall Leon?! Who tells us you've gone to sacrifice yourself for the pack?!"Jerica swatted my back, teary-eyed and incapable of forming clear words through her barely contained sobs."Do you have any idea how worried we were?!!" Gabe continued, squeezing me until my ribs creaked under the force. I tried to speak, but all I could do was tap out. He was going to break me before I could explain. And then what would Killian do? Or worse... what would Damon Snow do?My frantic taps on his back finally got through to him, and he released me to the ground with more muttered grumbles. But his hands never left my shoulders, a strategic placement he used to shake me like a rag doll. "We thought we'd never see you again
Outside Evangeline's room, I finally breathed again, free from the overwhelming stench of her unnaturally heavy vanilla scent. Just another reason I always left from her presence nauseous and dizzy. It clung to my clothes as I returned to the kitchens, burning in my nose until I had to rush to the
Evangeline Snow was not nearly as unconcerned as her parents.The moment I pushed the cart into her quarters, her gaze landed on me, sharp and unyielding. I lowered my head, shrank in on myself as I had in the Gathering Hall, but it returned the opposite result. Where the pack nobility ignored my h
"Scrub those pots. When you're done with that, you're to serve Alpha Snow and Luna Snow their supper in the Gathering Hall. Lady Evangeline Snow will be taking her supper in her room." Delta Hester's stern voice barked her orders down at me, her voice rough. "Be sure not to spill anything this time
***5 Years Ago***"I need you to lie back for me."Dr. Andromeda's soothing voice washed over me. same as always. I lay back on the infirmary bed, my legs stretched out straight in front of me, eyes trained on the painted ceiling.Once upon a ti







