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Constance’s POVI watch from the window as my son’s tall, dark figure retreats into the thick mist. My heart is heavy with a potent mixture of grief and envy, I know he has felt like a prisoner here for almost as long as I have. I would give nearly anything to be running from this place right beside him. First there is something I must do, and when the deed is done, I too, will be free to begin living my life.It has been fifty-six long days since Marcel left. I am not losing my mind, not yet anyway. I know the figure I see in the mist is only a memory of the morning he left. It is the feeling of hope that this memory gives, that keeps me going when it feels like there is no point in waking up every morning. The hope that I too, will soon be free like Marcel.Evangeline creeps into the dining hall and the screeching sound of chair legs scraping along the polished wood floor sets my already tender nerves on edge. She is now my only comfort in this cold and lifeless castle, since Marcel
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Halen’s POV“We are this fucking close to tracking her down.” I hold my finger and thumb a hairs breadth apart in front of Vince’s face, my body convulsing with anger as I fight the urge to rip out his throat and have one final drink from his useless corpse. “This close. And you and the rest of them can’t even keep watch over one silly girl and my wife. What the fuck is the point of having you around if you are incapable of earning your keep?” I can barely see through the descending red mist. It’s not just that they are missing, but they have no idea of the dangers outside our gates. They could be absolutely anywhere.Vinny looks terrified and rightly so. It wouldn’t surprise me if he soiled his breeches, it would not be the first time I have scared the shit out of one of the incompetent leeches hanging around the place. They come here, pleading for health, strength and immortality, but very few are prepared to pay the price I ask in return for the gift only I can bestow.Vincent has
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Evangeline’s POVMy visions of this evening have been pretty accurate up until this point. I saw the cave, the stake, even the flowers, but I did not foresee the conflict between Constance and myself. I have lived through each and every day, spurred on by the thought of putting an end to Halen’s tyranny and getting justice for the slaughter of my family and destruction of my home. Not once did it occur to me that Constance would want to slay her demon.She has lived under his rule for much longer than I, and if I am honest with myself I know she has earned the right to be the one who uses the stake, but I can not let go of the burning hatred that drives me, I will never get over it if I fail to fulfil my vow to end him.“He will be in the library soon and the fire should already be lit.” Constance whispers and looks at the bundle of pale blue flowers in my hand.“I will meet you there. I just need to get a couple of things from my room. Do you have everything you need?” I ask her gent
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Clarence’s POV I knew I shouldn’t have blocked the mind link before coming down here. I thought everything was in hand. By the looks of Gilbert, the threat is real and there is no time to waste. There is no sense in running out there without knowing what we are running into, that just leads to mistakes, not something our vampyre friend concerns himself with. Marcel doesn’t hesitate for even a split second before disappearing out of the chamber and back up the tunnel in a blur of black. The cloak he always wears whips about behind him as we stand in awe of his speed. I don’t think any of us have seen him move so fast, he has been holding back in his morning ritual of racing the little ones. “What exactly is happening?” I calmly ask my middle son as we jog up the tunnel and into the house. I know Imelda’s shield will keep rogues out of our territory, but that doesn’t mean the pups won’t accidentally stray across the magical border. “Five rogues are pacing the barrier on the western b
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Evangeline’s POVHalen takes a step backwards and turns his attention to Constance. He looks at her in a way I have never seen before. Disappointment perhaps, a hint of anger, maybe a bit of fear. His brows knit tightly on his forehead and his mouth pulls into a tight line across his face.The smoke from the flowers is thickening and settling in a barely noticeable cloud against the high ceiling. It isn’t going to do any good up there. The stake in my hand is getting heavy and my wrist aches from its physical weight but it’s the mental act of waiting that is consuming my energy.“I did this all for you, my love. To protect you and keep you safe. You do not understand the dangers beyond our gates.” Halen begins his appeal to Constance’s conscience and the love she once had for him. He knows her to be weak, which is not true. She is the strongest woman in this god forsaken place, there is more to strength than brute force. Enduring this sorry excuse of a man for centuries is a testament
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Imelda’s POVThe midnight sky glows orange and the black smoke from Blackledge castle billows into the sky, choking out the silver light of the moon.She did it, they both did. My daughter succeeded where mother and I failed and I could not be more proud of her, of both of them.I can do nothing but watch from my hill top position as they ride away from this cursed place. Lady Constance has been a most unexpected gift. Her allegiance and open mind made this victory possible, she is not like him, her husband. It is clear where Marcel inherited his kind nature and pure heart. She isn’t as unencumbered as her son, there is darkness and pain in her heart, but not because of what she is. Her pain is caused by the curse of another goddess and the missing part of her soul.In their infinite wisdom, the blessed mother and the moon goddess bound a werewolf man and a human woman. I like to think they hoped to unite the races, but who am I to guess at the inner workings of a deity’s mind? Whatev
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Marcel’s POV Warm, clear water laps lazily at my ankles and I hold on to the side of the boat, my legs have only just gotten used to the rocking of the waves and now the soft sand slipping beneath my feet is a welcome reprieve. The midday sun beats down from the heavens and I fall to my knees, soaking myself as the rest of the pack do the same. The two day crossing to the Northern Islands was uneventful for the most part. The pups excitedly chattered of the adventure ahead, none of them having ever left their protected home in Blackledge Woods. Rosie has barely left my side since I found her and her friends hiding from the insurgents, all of them huddled in a shivering mass near the entrance of a cave. I have been rather less excited, I have never travelled more than a few days from home, and it turns out I am not well suited to travelling, particularly by sea if this experience was anything to go by.. The sickness came on suddenly and violently but thankfully the crossing was brief
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