His words make my heart skip a beat.There is no mistaking the sincerity in his voice but underneath it, I know there is something else.I smile at him, “I appreciate what you are saying but I don’t want your pity. I-”“It’s not pity, Isabel,” Balin refuses to let go of my hand. “You’re right. My loss was tragic, and I suffered. But my people were there. But just because you had nobody back then, doesn’t mean you don’t have anybody now.”For just a moment, just one heartbeat, Damion’s face flashes behind my eyes, that protective but infuriated look in his eyes. And then it’s gone. “You have me,” He picks up my hand and puts it on his chest, just above his heart. My own heart is beating wildly.“I know you don’t trust my intentions, but I don’t mean you any harm, Isabel,” Balin murmurs. “Even if it turns out that you are not the Righ, I am incapable of harming you. I –” He hesitates, “There are few human villages around where our territory is. We interact with those humans ofte
The weird memory eats at me for the rest of our travel. I want to ask Balin, but it doesn’t make sense to me.Maybe it was just a dream.That seems to be the most plausible explanation to me because both Balin and Aldon have not asked me about the old woman I met in the town. If they had had any suspicions, wouldn’t they have confronted me? They had no reason to go after the old witch.‘She was one of mine.’The statement bothers me. If the old witch was one of Damion’s people, would that be enough of a reason to kill her? How would they even have known? Also why didn’t they smell this ‘darkness’ on me when Damion and I met the first two times?There are a lot of questions eating at me and I can’t find any of the answers no matter how much I wrack my brains. The only other people who might have answers, I’m hesitant to ask them. The other thing that bothers me is that if it was a real conversation that I overheard, then it means that Balin might be holding back secrets perta
I see the arrow flying towards me and without thinking, I grab it just an inch from my chest. It was aimed at my heart.The woman hisses and I see her lodge another arrow just as I hear Balin call my name in sharp alarm. He is by my side in a heartbeat, and I stare at him, both shocked and bewildered.“Arista!” He shouts, his voice furious.The woman looks panicked and ready to run when I call out, “He’s already seen you. Might as well come out!”A look of distaste crosses her face and then she lowers her bow and walks into the clearing.Arista is a gorgeous female. She is taller than me with bright red hair and those same pale blue eyes that all elves seem to possess. Her features are elven in their beauty and her stride is firm and graceful. Her voice is also just as melodious as that of the other elves.“It was a mistake. I was practicing my aim.”She smirks at me as she says that, adding, “I’m sure the wolf doesn’t mind.”“Arista,” This time there is a warning edge to B
I can’t reconcile the voice I heard with Damion.How is that possible?I swing my legs over the side of the bed and take a few deep breaths.It was a dream. Just a dream.And dreams don’t mean anything.Except for the fact that I’ve been dreaming consistently of my James for the past few weeks, and it doesn’t seem like a dream then.I get to my feet and go wash my face. Looking into the mirror, I let out a shaking breath, “It couldn’t be Damion. That’s not possible. It’s just my head creating strange narratives.”But even I can’t keep ignoring my dreams. There are times when they seem so real and I believe the conversations I am having in them and then there are times when I wonder if I desperately need therapy, assuming I can find a therapist in this secluded area.I half snort at my own joke.I walk over to the window and look out at the other cottage, “Maybe I just really need to unwind. Too much in my head.”I’m distracted from my thoughts when I see Balin outside.H
I don’t know what I expected after my confirmation as the Righ, but this definitely wasn’t it.I stare at the proceedings, not knowing what to make of any of it.Balin has been glued to my side ever since we found out.“A feast?” I echo, feeling a little unnerved by the gorgeous garlands being prepared. Balin clasps my hand, “Don’t worry about it yet. Come with me. I want to take you somewhere.”I reluctantly look over my shoulder at the preparations underway before allowing him to lead me farther into the forest. We are moving away from the elves village into a deeper part of the Forest of Shadows. “Where are we going?”“A secret spot,” Balin’s lips curve and for a moment, I see something wild in his eyes.He’s been like this ever since we discovered that I am the Righ. After that horrifying experience, aside from having that screaming voice now stuck in my head, I don’t feel any different. But Balin does.He’s more possessive, refusing to leave my side.At first, I thou
Azhar gives me a strange look, “You will be mated to Balin.”My breathing is getting shallow, “You can’t just – Was somebody planning to ask me?!”His brows furrow together, “It has been decided since old times. The Righ always mates with one of our kind since we are the strongest of all the Others. You cannot stand alone.”“I just lost my mate!” I hiss at him. “I’m not ready to tie myself to someone yet!”“Ah yes,” Azhar gives me an indifferent look. “The wolf. It doesn’t matter. This mating will be stronger, and it will happen. Once you’re mated to Balin, you’ll get over your resistance.”His words are so callous that they make me sick.I stumble back, “You can’t make me. I won’t go through with it.”This time Azhar smiles, “Yes, you will. Your permission is not required. Once Balin gives you his mark, you will belong to him.”Then he walks away from me.I feel horror course through my blood, feeling violated. Was this why Balin was acting like this towards me because he tho
“W-What?” I feel so confused.He walks inside and then reaches for something and suddenly the whole room floods with light. It’s a lantern, similar to the ones in the other cottage.“You wanted me to break in here?” I give him a wary look.He just studies me, his expression weary, “I thought it would help you remember. Easier than telling you the truth, Isabel.”“The truth?”Something feels wrong.There is a churning in my gut, this uneasy feeling, I can’t shake.Balin walks over to me, his hand caressing the furniture, “Does this room look familiar to you?”“Familiar to me?” I ask, slowly, my eyes on him. When he doesn’t answer, I ask, cautiously, “Why would it look familiar to me?”He is getting closer to me, and I have nowhere to move. I don’t know what it is happening right now.“Something that I never mentioned to you before was that the Righ ultimately begins to regain memories of her past lives,” Balin stops in his tracks, not approaching me. He’s standing a few
A few days have passed since that night when Balin told me the truth.It’s a difficult thing to digest and I am struggling wholeheartedly with it. Balin seems to have relaxed now that I know the truth and he’s back to living in the cottage and acting as if everything is normal. But it’s not.Fated mates? Past lovers? Invasions?These are all difficult things to wrap my head around. It seems like I’ve walked into some movie but ever since my conversation with Balin, my dreams have become more vivid. They’re still blurry but I can sense what’s going on and they’re beginning to feel like memories. The strange thing is that while I’m dreaming, I can see things clearly except for faces. I’ve dreamt of the children in the picture. I’ve dreamt of looking at my face in the mirror and Balin, but the faces are always blurred, even mine.That troubles me for some reason.I’m sitting in bed as I ponder over these things, not knowing how to process all this. A mating? Balin swore that afte