เข้าสู่ระบบMaya
“I have an idea!” Valeria said, clasping my face in her hands. “Let’s run away!”
Gracious goddess! The idea was so tempting. It wasn’t the first time that Valeria and I had contemplated running away from my family. Pack up a bag, slip out the kitchen door, steal a steed from the stables and ride out to start a new life where no one knew who we were, or where we came from. But that was a childlike wonder.
“I can’t,” I said sadly, staring into space. “Lord Darken will still hold my father responsible. He might retaliate against the pack.” As much as I wanted to be selfish, and preserve my own life, I also didn't want to condemn anyone else.”
Valeria let go of my legs and jumped to her feet to pace in front of the chimney. Valeria has a habit of being in motion whenever she wants to generate an idea. She often said she couldn't think clearly while her body was not moving. She tapped her lips with her fingers, “What if we use a reverse mechanism? What if you were taken against your will? That dead bloodsucker won’t blame the pack and he would have no option but to count his loss.”
I shook my head in confusion, “I don't understand whatever thing you’re trying to say.”
“What I am trying to say is what if you were abducted?"
“Abducted?” I resounded
Valeria was getting more excited with her weird plans, “Yeah, what if you were taken away by a scoundrel on your way to the vampire’s gothic fortress. Your father and brothers would be innocent and free from his wrath.”
I wrapped my numb fingers around the arms of the chair and gripped it hard, “Are you suggesting I plan my own kidnap?”
Valeria nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! We could pay some miscreants to pounce on you and make it convincing. And immediately they carry you out of the scene, and then we can run away. Then the story will spread about how the Alpha’s daughter was abducted by unknown enemies.”
I sat back in my chair, “Val, this is the most brilliant plan you’ve ever invented.”
She grinned at the compliment, her wide smile shining brightly with the sun's rays. “All my plans are always super brilliant.”
“True!” I laughed a little, and then grew sober again. “But how do I achieve it? Where do I find the bandits that would agree to do the job? And where do I get the money for their services?”
Valeria twisted her hand into her apron again. “What about your mother’s nuptial dot?” She whispered
My mother’s room, the Luna suite had remained untouched since her demise, apart from the servants who were assigned to clean it once
a week. All her things were still intact, from her hairbrush in the dressing table to the old-fashioned clothes in her wardrobe. When I was still a little girl, Valeria and I would sneak into her room and admire and search through her things. I would smell her clothes, trying to catch a hint of her scent. Those little things that could make me feel like I knew her. I would even wear her necklaces and stare at my own reflection in the mirror, wondering why I didn't look as gorgeous and stunning as my mother.
That’s how we knew that inside her closet, there was an ancient box, which contained all the treasures my father had given her. Different types of Muga silks, Persian pearls, and gold jewelry. At the bottom of the box was a mulberry silk satchel with three hundred gold coins.
“If father, finds out I took something from my mother’s chamber…” I shuddered, remembering the beating I had gotten the only time he had caught me trying on her clothes.
“Maya, I want you to know that if your mother were to be alive, she would want you to take it,” Valeria said firmly. “No mother will allow her child to be married off to a monster.”
“I know but,” I sighed. “How do I find the men to do the job?”
Valeria stopped pacing and moved closer to me, “I know someone.” She muttered.
“You do!”
“Well, not like I have seen the person but I heard the stall keepers talking about him a few days ago.”
“Who?”
She crossed her arms across her breast, not caring that the act was making her cleavage too visible. “He’s called Kingston. He’s a rogue hireling and he will do just any job for money.”
“A rogue!"I flinched, pressing my body back into the chair.
I don’t know why I was surprised. Who else would be so felonious and unrestrained, that would be willing to do other people’s shady work for a price? I took a deep breath, “Where would I find this ruffian?”
“One of the stable keepers Troy made mention of seeing him in the Grim Goblin Inn in the downtown village two days ago.”
“Then I need to go to the village,” I said,
It wasn’t the first time I had snuck out of the pack castle to visit the village. Valeria and I had done it multiple times over the years. But I can’t just walk into Grim Goblin and tell a rogue wolf to abduct me. I needed a disguise and an interesting ideal story.
“Let’s go!” I said, humping out of the chair
“Where are we going?” Valeria asked, while trailing behind me.
“To loot some clothes from Kai’s chamber,” I said, sucking in a deep breath. “And after that, we will sneak into my mother’s chamber to take the golden coins.” I looked at Valeria hopefully. My father always kept my mother’s room locked with a gigantic iron padlock, but Valeria had a clever hack for picking locks. I pressed my hands together in a prayer-like supplication.
“Please, Val!”
She huffed and pulled out a tiny straight pin from her auburn curly hair. “Maya Russell, you will be the death of me,” she whined
“Maybe! But not today.” I grinned at her.
Lord Draken I was not asleep. Vampires did not sleep. Precisely, we stilled. The body’s endless, restless machinery would wind down to its lowest possible register. Breath became almost nothing. The heart slowed to a distant, occasional knock. The mind released its grip on the present moment and drifted somewhere between consciousness and its absence. It was not sleep.It was the closest thing to death that we were permitted. Perhaps that was why so many of my kind found it difficult. I had never found it difficult. I had five centuries of practice.Tonight, I had been lying in the dark gloom of my chamber, perfectly still as stone, when she came to me.She always came eventually.That was the thing I had learned about her during these encounters over the past few months. She did not navigate the dreamspace so much as drift through it, pulled by currents she was unaware of, finding her way to me the way water found its way downhill.Without intention.Without understanding.Simply t
MayaTyler had been right about one thing. He was a very heavy sleeper.I had been sitting with my back against the same birch tree he’d used, watching the tree line and listening to the forest for what felt like hours. The fire had burned down to nothing while I slept, and the dark night was dark and cold around me. The kind of cold that crept beneath your cloak and settled deep into your bones.I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped the cloak tighter around myself as I watched the moon track slowly across the sky through the birch branches.Wind direction.What doesn’t fit?Animals don’t go quiet for nothing.The forest had been quiet in a good way.The owl was back, far off to the north. The creek murmured steadily behind me. Once, something small moved through the undergrowth at the far end of the clearing.A fox, I thought, I tracked the sound until it disappeared, and the night settled back into its ordinary rhythms.I had done the job. And I was almost proud of myself. But w
Kai The inn was called The Dovecote. It was warm, with a low ceiling, and smelled of woodsmoke, roasted meat, and spilled ale. Under different circumstances, I would have been glad to see it. I handed my horse to the stable boy, pushed through the door, and stood there for a moment, letting the warmth hit me.The room was half full. Farmers occupied most of the tables, with a couple of merchants by the look of them, and a group of men crowded around a table in the far corner. They had the loud, loose quality of people several tankards of ale deep into their evening.Zane came in behind me.Then Finn and Liam followed, both looking around the tavern with bright-eyed appreciation. Liam, especially, looked like an eighteen-year-old encountering his first proper inn without parental supervision.“Food first,” Zane said wearily. “Then sleep.”“I want to ask around,” I said. “Someone might have seen something.”Zane looked at me for a moment. “Then do that quietly and carefully,” he said.
Kai We lost the trail at the creek. One moment, it was there hoofprints pressed into the soft earth, the faint crush of undergrowth, an occasional scent marker that even a day and a half of weather hadn’t completely erased.And then the treeline broke and the bank dropped away. There was nothing but water, turning silver beneath the last of the evening light. The trail stopped.I sat on my horse, staring at the creek, and felt the anger in my chest slowly turning into something colder. Something considerably harder to control.We had picked up fragments throughout the day, a partial hoofprint here and a broken branch there. Twice, the faint thread of Valeria’s scent had drifted through the trees, as though she had brushed against the undergrowth while passing.Just Valeria.Never Maya.I’d been turning that over in my mind for hours, and I didn’t like what it suggested.Then there was the dress or what remained of it.A mile back from the creek, Finn had spotted scraps of red wool ca
TylerThe fire had burned down to glowing coals, and I let it. Too much light was a liability at night. My eyes were better in the darkness, and I needed to see or hear anything that might be following us. I sat with my back against a birch trunk, listening to the forest.The creek murmured somewhere nearby. Leaves whispered overhead. Occasionally, a branch creaked in the distance. And beneath all of it was her scent. The wind was coming off the creek, carrying it straight toward me with a persistence I was beginning to find unreasonable. The masking potion was completely gone now, washed away in the creek along with two days of road dust and sweat.What remained underneath was a problem. A significant, ongoing problem, vanilla, and beneath it, something else.Something warm, luminous, and faintly wild. Something I had no name for.My wolf had been paying very close and entirely unwelcome attention to that scent since the moment Maya Russell had grabbed my neck, fallen against my ches
MayaI sat on the horse blanket with my knees pulled tightly to my chest, watching Tyler move around the camp with the practiced ease of a man who had spent more nights beneath the stars than beneath the chandeliers of a pack dining hall.He had butchered the boar with frightening efficiency and arranged the meat over a spit he had fashioned from sticks. Every few minutes, he turned it over the flames, watching the skin slowly brown as fat dripped into the glowing coals.The smell was torture and my stomach growled loudly. Beside me, Valeria was practically drooling. I pretended not to notice.She had not said a single word about what had happened at the creek. She didn’t need to.The moment I had returned to camp, flushed from my bath and deliberately avoiding Tyler’s direction, Valeria had taken one look at me and understood everything. Without a word, she handed me my red dress. I pulled it over my clean shift as quickly as possible and sat down, determined to look as though nothin







