CereliaTwo weeks of working with Tara has honed my skills far more than I could have ever foreseen. Judging by the expression Iโve caught on her face more than once, my rapid improvement shocked her too.Iโm still drained and near collapse every night when I get to crawl into Sorenโs arms for some well-deserved rest, but my magic is much stronger than it was before and Iโm able to stop Taraโs attacks almost as quickly as she manages to launch them.The hour I spend with Hilda just after sunrise has become almost the only time we get to talk and I look forward to it. Iโm not advancing quite so swiftly here. I can lunge away from a direct attack with reasonable speed and throw an almost decent punch. Sword training was a disaster and Hilda proclaimed it to be a waste of energy.โYou have magic. Thatโs where your greatest strength lies. Itโs going to take weeks to build up the kind of musculature youโll need to properly wield a weapon and Iโm really hoping weโll be done with all this by
HildaIโve never had a close female friend before. I was one of the boys until one day Soren looked at me in a way that set a whole flock of starlings into motion in my stomach. I still fought and trained the way I had before, but suddenly I wanted to look good while doing it.There are other female warriors Iโm friendly with, but Cerelia is the first woman Iโve opened up to emotionally. The irony isnโt lost on me. โLook at us, moving past our issues and bonding,โ I joke.Cerelia eyes me knowingly. โWe did that a while ago, even if we havenโt stated it quite so unequivocally before. What are you avoiding?โ she asks astutely. Maybe this is why I hung out with the boys. When it comes to emotions theyโre as observant as a tree.โIf you apply this kind of perceptiveness to your surroundings nobody will ever get the drop on you,โ I inform her. Cerelia crosses her arms and continues to stare at me inquisitively.โI need a potion to keep me from conceiving,โ I finally whisper, unable to bear
HildaTalking to Cerelia helps solidify what I want, but Arlo gets to have a say in this too and Iโll discuss it with him when the time is right. For now, Iโm taking the potion. If he agrees, and we decide to take the risk, it will be the last time though. Which means Iโm more motivated than ever to eradicate the mages.โI have an idea, but the final say has to rest with Cerelia,โ I tell the war council that evening. The inner circle consists of Arlo, me, Cerelia, Soren, Percy and Nixie. Soren glances at me heavily, already unhappy with whatever Iโm planning to propose.โIโve seen a glimpse of what Cerelia is capable of now and that brought me the idea.โ Turning to face her I say, โIf this is going to place you in danger of burning out, or it seems like more than you can handle yet, you say no.โโI wonโt know until you tell me what it is,โ she responds when I keep staring at her. โIโm serious Cerelia,โ I say emphatically. โIf youโre not sure, we wait until youโre ready.โ She nods, but
CereliaโYouโre sure about this?โ I murmur, glancing at Hilda where she stands near the edge of the ley line, her arms crossed over her chest. Sheโs radiating confidence, but I know her well enough by now to see the tension in her clenched jaw and the way her fingers subtly flex.Hilda glances at me, her lips quirking in a faint smile. โI have to be, donโt I? Besides, weโve got a solid plan and I trust you, Cerelia.โโLetโs hope your faith isnโt misplaced,โ I say, exhaling to calm my racing heart. Soren steps closer, placing a comforting hand on my back. I can feel the warmth seeping into me, grounding my emotions. โSheโs right. Youโve practiced for this. Youโre ready,โ he tells me with unflappable certainty.Before I can respond, King Arloโs voice cuts through the quiet. โWe wonโt have much time before they get here. Everyone, to your positions.โ His tone is sharp, but I catch the way his eyes linger on Hilda.We scatter to our designated spots. Percy and Nixie flank me, their stance
CereliaAfter a day of rest, Iโm back to normal. As quickly as my power drains, at least it regenerates just as fast. Yesterday had gone well, but thereโd been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back.โWhatโs wrong?โ Soren finally asks with a small frown. Iโve been pacing like a caged tiger and heโs been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arloโs pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful.Apparently weโre not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasnโt offered up anything of practical value.โIโm sick of having such inconsistent control over my abilities,โ I tell him. โYesterday very nearly went badly wrong. What if I got all of you killed?โ Soren puts th
Hilda Iโve been uncomfortable in Taraโs presence since the day we met and she blew a hole in my near-perfect life, but Iโm glad Cerelia came to me to accompany her to the small cottage weโd allocated to Tara.โI just need a second pair of eyes to help me make sure sheโs not lying,โ Cerelia explains. Clutching the piece of obsidian in her hand like itโs tethering her to the world.โVery wise and Iโm happy to lend you my deception detection capabilities,โ I tell her grandiloquently. Sheโs apologized twice for bothering me and since nothing else seems to convince her, Iโll tease her instead. Cerelia grins at me, โOkay, fine, I get it,โ she retorts.Tara looks surprised to see us and I have to suppress the urge to ask whether she didnโt see us coming. Despite my best efforts, I canโt quite keep myself from resenting her. I do my damnedest to hide it though.After a few quick pleasantries to make sure sheโs settling in well, I turn the conversation over to Cerelia.Taraโs eyes grow wide w
HildaI go to find Cerelia first. Iโm pretty sure thereโs no lingering resentment or jealousy about my and Sorenโs past, but just in case it upsets her to know I still have stuff in Sorenโs attic, Iโd like to give her advance warning to deal with it.โHilda, thatโs incredible! We have to go and look through your stuff immediately,โ she says excitedly, nearly vibrating with elation. โCombined with what Iโve just learned, I think weโll have an edge Maelor will never see coming!โIโm cautiously optimistic that the artifact will help, but there are no guarantees weโll even find it. I also donโt want to deflate Cereliaโs optimism with my doubts.โSo you have more control now?โ I ask with a smile. Perhaps her power alone will be enough to beat back Maelor now that her latent powers are being unleashed. Cerelia smacks her forehead, โI havenโt told you!โ she practically crows with delight.โTold me what?โ Iโm becoming a little concerned that there may be too much magic flowing through her vei
HildaโI get where youโre coming from, but waiting here will waste time. I donโt know where the glade is, but my family belonged to the same pack for many generations. In all likelihood itโll be on those lands.โ I tell Arlo softly.โHilda, you were pierced with several arrows and just about dead when I found you. Not to mention that you were skin and bones. Clearly too weak to be running or fighting. That asshole used you for sport.โโI know, but he drove me straight to you, so thereโs a silver lining,โ I say with a smile, trying to dispel his brooding expression. โI would have found you even if you were on the opposite side of the world,โ he growls. โI definitely didnโt need him to try and kill you so I could find you.โโBaby, I love that youโre protective and furious about what he did. If our roles were reversed, Iโd feel exactly the same way, but this is more important than that. Iโm still alive and happier than anybody has any right to be. Weโll ask Soren to make sure he stays hid
TaraThe tea is barely warm, but I donโt care. Itโs quiet in the cottage, and Ash is here, lounging on the couch like he owns the place, one long leg stretched out, the other bent so his arm can rest on his knee. Heโs watching me sip my tea like itโs the most fascinating thing in the world.And he keeps leaning closer. I give him a mock glare. โAsh.โ He brushes his nose against my cheek, kissing the corner of my mouth. โWhat?โโYou know what.โ His grin is wicked. โIโm just admiring you,โ he protests, his innocent tone completely at odds with the glint in his eyes. โI swear, if you kiss me again, we wonโt make it back to the party-โHe kisses me again and I lose myself in him for several minutes before gathering the strength of will to pull back.โAsh,โ I laugh, pushing lightly at his shoulder. โIโm serious! Hilda will drag us out of here naked if she has to. And I will never recover.โโNeither will she,โ he mutters. โWhich is why Iโm being very responsible right now.โ I snort. โYour d
AshAfter two days in Taraโs bed, I honestly wasnโt sure my legs still worked. They do, but just barely.Weโve both managed to stumble out into the daylight today, blinking and dazed like creatures dragged from some romantic fairy tale.Sore, hungry, and maybe a little too pleased with ourselves. Taraโs gone off to help Cerelia with decorations, and Iโve been assigned the incredibly noble task of carrying boxes of cider to the main clearing where Hildaโs preparing to throw what Iโve been assured will be a โrespectably rowdyโ victory celebration.The werewolves are happy. Relaxed. They laugh louder. Touch more freely โ which is saying a lot. The tension that used to hum just beneath the surface is gone for now.They survived. And theyโre still free to live as they choose. The human world blissfully unaware of their existence.Iโm halfway through hauling the second crate of bottles when I hear the unmistakable patter of quick little footsteps, followed by an even quicker voice.โThere y
TaraIโve never felt anything like this.Not just the physical sensation of Ashโs hands and mouth on my skin, though even that alone would be enough to steal my breath. Itโs the bond. The raw, unfiltered tether between us. Every touch he gives me, I feel twice. My own response and his.His hunger. His awe. His aching, consuming need. It rushes through me like fire laced with starlight.Every pass of his lips over my skin, every brush of his fingers, echoes back into my body in waves, dizzying and electric. I arch beneath him with a soft cry, overwhelmed, and he moans into my throat like he feels it too.Because he does. I glance up at him, his hair falling loose around his face, his pupils blown wide with desire, and my heart stutters.โAsh,โ I whisper. โItโs too much. I feel everything you do-โโI know,โ he murmurs, voice wrecked. โGods, Tara, I know. Itโs driving me mad and I donโt want it to stop.โHe kisses down my stomach, his hands holding my thighs open like Iโm something sacre
AshFor a long, breathless moment, I canโt move. Taraโs lips are soft and warm against mine, trembling just slightly, like sheโs not sure Iโll kiss her back.But I do. Gods, I do. My arms fold around her instinctively, drawing her closer, and everything else, everything dark and twisted and sharp, fades into nothing.The world narrows to her body pressed against mine. Her mouth, open and trusting. Her hands fisting gently into the front of my shirt.I kiss her slowly, reverently, afraid to shatter the fragile magic threading between us. Her lips taste like honey and forever. Like everything Iโve ever wanted and never dared to ask for. Every time I move to pull away, she tilts her face to follow me, like she canโt bear to stop.And gods, I think I might break.When we finally come up for air, weโre both breathless. She gazes up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes luminous in the low lamplight. โClose the door,โ she whispers. โCome to bed with me.โMy heart does something strange in my chest. L
TaraCerelia can barely keep her eyes open as Ash and I help her up the path toward her and Sorenโs cabin.Her steps are slow and dragging, her head lolling against Ashโs shoulder more than once, but sheโs still stubbornly mumbling that sheโs fine even as she stumbles.I tighten my grip under her arm. โYou're not fine. You're spent. Let us carry you.โ Cerelia slow blinks at me, before shaking her head. โIโll walk.โ Clearly Hildaโs rubbed off on her.Ash says nothing, but his jaw is tight, and I can feel the way he braces her against him more firmly, almost carrying her by the time we reach the porch, but leaving her the illusion that her feet are nearly touching the ground.Soren comes sprinting over, โThere you are! I ran over to look for you once we were sure the humans left our land, but you were gone!โ Heโs already scooping her up in his arms like she weighs nothing at all. She doesnโt complain this time, sighing happily as she turns her head into his chest.โYouโre amazing,โ he m
HildaCerelia is swaying on her feet, pale and drained, but when I step closer, she straightens with visible effort. I hesitate for a heartbeat. Sheโs already given more than enough today. She shouldnโt have to give more.I canโt ask her to restore Malcolmโs memories just so I can have my revenge. โThank you for everything. You should go and rest,โ I tell her.She looks back at me, exhausted but clear-eyed, a half-smile on her lips as she informs me, โHe remembers everything.โI exhale slowly, tension bleeding out of me, hugging her for giving me this gift. I need him to remember. I need him to know why heโs being punished.I double check Malcolm for weapons. Iโm not taking any chances with him. Even armed, I know I can take him, but I donโt want any interruptions or unnecessary struggles. Heโs taken up too much of our time already.I grab a single leash from the pile the warriors dropped earlier and snap it to the heavy collar locked around his throat. โIโll see you back at the pack
AshThe moment Cerelia finishes weaving the last of the spell, I feel the tension ease from the air.The humans stand frozen, still blank-faced and motionless, but something subtle has shifted in the atmosphere around them. Like a storm passing just overhead without breaking.Hilda rises from where sheโs crouched by a line of confiscated weapons, brushing her hands clean against her pants. She strides toward Tara and me, her expression grim but steady.โItโs your call,โ she says, her voice pitched low enough that only we can hear. โYou have to decide whether Redgrave goes back to the city or if we deal with her here.โTara turns to me immediately, her blue eyes fierce and sure. โAsh, itโs only fair that you get to choose,โ she says. โIโll stand by whatever you decide. Youโre the one who suffered the most because of her.โFor a moment, the world feels very small. Like the two of us are the only ones in existence. And the truth has been laid bare between us.And gods, the relief that po
CereliaI hear them long before I see them. The scuff of heavy boots against the forest floor. The low murmur of voices trying to stay quiet but too weighted with nerves and suspicion to succeed. Labored breathing and faint curses.Clearly the humans havenโt taken a moment to consider how sharp a wolfโs hearing is. Never thought their whispered orders and rattling weapons would be beacons in a forest whose sounds we know like theyโre our own breaths.I tighten my focus, steadying the pulse of the spell waiting in my hands. Itโs nearly time and Iโm so ready for this to be over.All around me, the warriors stay perfectly still, crouched low among the shrubs and trees. No one moves a single muscle. They breathe so quietly that even I canโt hear them. Itโs like the entire forest has conspired to hide us, holding itsโ breath for whatโs about to happen.Theyโre very close know. Hearing the rattle of Taraโs chains makes my jaw clench. Every soft clink is a reminder of why weโre doing this. W
CereliaI sit cross-legged within the circle of runes, hidden beneath a dense screen of shrubs and low-hanging branches. Around me, warriors melt into the landscape, nearly invisible even to my trained eyes. The humans will never spot us unless we want them to.At least, thatโs the hope. They may have gadgets weโre not familiar with. I have to make sure my magic is faster than anything they have to offer.I roll the smooth amber stone between my palms, centering myself. The amplification spell thrums around me, delicate but vast, like a spider web stretched to its limit. Itโs ready. Iโm ready. Now we just have to wait.Hilda crouches beside me, watching the distant path through the trees where our enemies will appear. Her face is set in that calm, slightly amused expression she wears when sheโs holding a dozen different plans in her head at once.Scarlett can be rightfully proud to have this fierce woman as her mother, I think to myself.Hildaโs head cocks to the side before she le