LOGINElara"Are you lonely?"The question caught him clean across the jaw. I saw it land before he covered it, the small flinch, and then the cover came down fast and smooth."No." He gave me an easy grin. "Why would I be lonely? I have everything a man could want, right here in this room."I smiled back at him, and I didn't argue, because I didn't need to. Eyes don't lie. Mouths do all day long, but eyes are stupid, honest things, and his had already told me. And for one moment, standing under his fake sky in his too-much room, something turned over in me that I think was pity. He'd done this to himself. Built his own cage with his own hands and locked the door and threw out the one person who made him want to live, and now he stood in the wreckage of it trying so hard to be happy, reaching for the joy he'd murdered, hoping if he danced under enough stars it would come back."You're the happiest person in this room," I said.I didn't mean it as a knife. That's the part that surprised me.
ElaraThis room, all of it, the carved crib and the blue walls and the tiny folded clothes, was the price of Sera. He'd thrown her out for a child. That was the whole of it, stripped down. He didn't love me. I'm not a stupid woman and I never told myself otherwise. He loved her, the omega, the one who'd waited six years, and he'd given her chair away and marked the wound with a baby that was supposed to fix everything.An heir first. Everything a man feels comes after. Those are the rules wolves break themselves on, and back home I used to think people were the foolish ones. Then I met wolves. They'll tear out their own hearts for a custom and call it strength.He'd been suffering since she left. I'd watched it. The shadows that don't leave his eyes, the way his hand drifts to the old scar on his collarbone when he thinks no one's watching, pressing it like it aches. He chose duty over the only thing he loved, and the thing he chose instead of her was me. A human. A lie in a borrowed
ElaraHe kept his hand clamped over my eyes the whole way down the corridor, and I let him, which tells you exactly how deep into this I'd gotten. Letting a wolf walk me blind through a house full of his own kind.His other hand sat at the small of my back, steering. He smelled of cedar soap and under it the thing I never get used to, the wet animal warmth of him that closes my throat if I think about it, so I didn't think about it.I counted steps instead. Twelve. A turn. The give of a different rug under my slippers, thicker than the hall runners. Somewhere off to the left two of the house wolves went quiet as we passed, the way they all go quiet now, watching the floor and waiting for the storm to move on."Stop here," Kane said. He turned me by the shoulders, squared me up to something. I could feel space open in front of me, a room with air in it. "Don't open them yet.""They're closed. Your hand's still on my face.""I know. I'm enjoying it." There was something in his voice I h
ElaraThere's one rule that keeps a human alive in a house full of wolves, and it's that you are never alone. I'd held to it for months. Tonight I'd broken it.I stood in the middle of the room with my face still wet and kept my eyes on Kane instead of on the duffel by the bed, and the same thing went around and around in me. How much had carried. I'd emptied myself into that box out loud, the contract and Marcas and Aldric's name and please help me, in a voice I hadn't bothered to keep down, because I'd stopped believing anyone was on the other end of anything I said.Someone had been on the other end of the wall."Elara." He took another step, and his hand came up like he wanted to put it on me and didn't know if he was allowed. "There's no one here. Who were you talking to?"I read his face before I could name it as reading. It's the thing I do the way other people breathe. And what sat in his face wasn't suspicion. Suspicion has a hardness to it, a narrowing, and there was none of
(Author's Note: The last chapter was changed. Sorry to those that read it. But the new chapter is here. Happy Reading!)ElaraThe gold weighed three and a half pounds and it had bought me nothing, and I'd been sitting on the edge of the bed working that out for the better part of an hour.I'd taken it out of the lining where I'd sewn it and laid the whole of it on the fur in front of me, the chains and the bracelets thick enough to chain a door and the rings with the red stones, and in the lamplight it looked like exactly what it was. A way out with no door on the far side.Here's the part nobody who'd done this to me had bothered to think all the way through, or maybe they'd thought it through and that was the joke. The stick in my skin only ever fooled wolves. That was the entire point of it. To every wolf nose in this freezing pile of stone I was one of them, nothing worth a second sniff. But put me on a human street. Put me in a human market with human people and their soft dull
Hey everyone,No chapter today. My head just isn't cooperating, and I'd rather give you nothing than give you something half-built that I'd end up tearing down tomorrow. I'll be back at it tomorrow.While I'm gone, talk to me in the comments. Your feedback genuinely keeps me going, and I want to hear all of it. Where do you think this is heading? Who are you rooting for, and who are you waiting to see get exactly what's coming to them? Don't hold back on that last one, I want the names.And tell me where you're reading from. I'm curious how far this thing has traveled.Thank you for being patient with me. See you soon.
SeraNight fell fast, and with it, the temperature plummeted. We had three fires going, but the heat didn't seem to travel more than six inches past the flames. I sat on a log by the middle fire, pulling the wagon fur around my shoulders, shivering so hard my teeth were literally clicking together.
LyraShe ignored me. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. She shoved her fingers inside the fabric, gripping my hips tight. With one sharp pull, she dragged the pants and my underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicking my boots off in the
Lyra"Tell the girl to step into the room," he said."Leave her out of this," I said. My voice came out as a pathetic, raspy whisper. I cleared my throat, trying to find some spine. "She didn't do anything. It was my idea to come in here.""Tell her to step into the room," he said, his eyes going d
LyraThe voice didn't belong to Nadia. It didn't belong to me. It came from the metallic object resting directly behind my hip.Nadia froze. She pulled her mouth away from me and yanked her fingers out of my body. She stood up quickly, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heavi







