LOGINNot Your PlaceDaria’s POVAs soon as I entered the training yard again, I knew that something was not right.The air was stifling, as after a storm, full of things already said and that could not be unsaid. Some of the warriors were in small groups and appeared to be paying attention to what was going on, when they were actually listening to something. Kael was almost at the edge of the grounds, his jaw stiff, his hands crossed. And standing some few steps by him was Lucius.My stomach sank.I made no rush as I walked towards them with my boots firm on the dirt. What had been said I did not need to hear, to tell what the shape of it was. The pose of Lucius was too haughty, his shoulders square as when he was challenged. Kael himself, instead, seemed confused rather than angry.Inappropriate, said Lucius, not inappropriate, I reached them. His tone was repressed, and yet there was an edge to it. This is no place to be doing tricks.Kael frowned. "I was training. With her permission."
The Weight of WatchingDaria’s POVThe practice-grounds were earthy and old magic, that kind that sinks in stone and lingers there a long time even after spells had been forgotten. Witches were floating around the outer ring, some with disciplined bursts of energy, others with disciplined focus through concentration. At the centre, warriors were drilling in pairs, and the blades crashed together in smooth harmony. I was now in between the two worlds, and I felt, for the first time in a long time, in balance."Again," I said, lifting my hand.One of the little witches was afraid, and she thrust ahead. The spell hissed irregularly and died away.Please, do not press it, I said to her without excitement. "Breathe first. Then move."She shook her head and made another attempt, but more slowly. The magic had gotten into a kind of smooth arc and was in charge and potent. Some of the rest moaned in approval.I turned and changed my position, and I saw Lucius at the farthest end of the ground
The Alpha Without a PackDaria's POVI remained in the shadow of the high gallery and was enveloped in a spell of easy concealment, which made me visible without quite disappearing. I did not want to vanish. I had a desire to see and more to hear. The allied council chamber was cut out of pale by way of stone and old wood and was a broad and circular room made in such a way that there was no voice in it which could prevail. Today, it felt like a cage.In the middle of the centre was Lucius alone.He was not crowned, not wrapped in an official cloak, but simply clad in some dark tunic, with the insignia of his pack sewn on the shoulder. That scar attracted attention more than it did before the time when he was strong. I was conscious of the eyes upon him, weighing, evaluating, half-concluding.The territory of The Blood Pact is also unstable, one of the council elders said, with a cool and practised tone. Your power is challenged, Your Alpha Lucius.Lucius erected himself. Disputed, be
The Child Who Sees Too MuchDaria’s POVSince the border fight, Harriet had been quiet; the silence had never sat well with her. She tended to ask questions, strike spells, or hum in a low-key practising small portions of magic. This morning, however, she sat up on the edge of her bed with her shoulders hunkered and her hands knotted up in her laps, gazing at the floor as though it had personally offended her. I saw immediately, just like mothers do all the time, although they lie that they do not.Talk to me, I thought, placing a bowl of warm water on the little table beside her. What the devil is in that head of yours?Without raising her eyes, she shrugged. "Nothing."I smiled in a thin way and sat next to her nonetheless. That is what people will say when there is something.Her lower lip went tremulous, and she bit it, as though she had words to restrain. I waited. I had known long since that when you run a frightened heart, you simply gain upon it, and send it still further away
Lines that Still BurnDaria’s POVMy sore side was not as troublesome to me as was the silence that succeeded the battle. The witches were clearing the border, chanting incantations and examining the border to see whether there were any dark magic remnants, and warriors were hauling away the corpses of the rogues whom we were triumphing over. The woods resumed their fitful tranquillity, yet there was something heavy still to press upon my breast. I had known before I heard his feet that Lucius was behind me, because even the air seemed to be tighter whenever he approached.You are bleeding, he thought to himself.I did not turn around. I concentrated on unbuckling my armour and did it gradually, so that Harriet could not see how rigid my movements were. “Nothing,” I said, maintaining an even-tone voice.Lucius came nearer anyway. "It's nothing. You were struck when you reeled up that shield. I saw it."At last, I turned to him, and momentarily, I caught the glimpses of the old Lucius
Side by SideDaria’s POVNoise was abiotic in the forest.Screams were heard through the trees. Steel clashed against claws. Magic was crackling like lightning splintering. Scarcely had I time to think before a first rogue struck me, and his mouth agape with foam."Left!" Lucius shouted.I did not ask why I did it, I just ducked as a blade flashed through the part of my head that had been there. Just at this same instant Lucius was there, his sword flashing quick and clean. The rogue fell.I froze for half a heartbeat.We hadn't planned that.One more assailant attacked me in the back. I knew it before I could see it--some change in the air, a falseness. I turned, and raised up my hand, when Lucius was upon me. He pushed me aside roughly, receiving the blow that was to fall on my back, and his shoulder twitching with the sensation."Don't do that," I snapped.Then cease to stand still, you braggart, he said.We moved again.It occurred silently after that. Too smooth. Too familiar.I
A Dangerous Kind of HopeDaria's POV When Harriet said those words, the temple appeared to be much smaller. Quiet and… heavy, I guess. I find myself still imagining Lucius on his knees in my head, although it is not as though I am not noticing him. I despise that in me which only reacts instantly
Shifting ShadowsDaria's POV The woods were almost silent until the soldier-man had disappeared. I waited until their smell disappeared, counting every beat of my heart and hearing whether there was any strange sound, not that of the trees. It was when the wind was blowing free again that I sent
What the Wolf SeesDaria's POV Noise was absent again in the forest, but it was not that pleasant quiet of when you are simply relaxing. It was the spooky type that gave me the bumps, as though we were being followed around by something. Harriet was still clinging to me, and her little fingers
Daria's POV The forest seemed to be standing in suspension.I did not know the reason for the great silence, but someone was trampling us; there we cowered in the distorted roots of an old tree. Harriet was seated beside me, trembling as best she could despite her efforts to remain motionless. I







