ELLA“Ha! I win again,” I grin as I look over at Lucian, but he isn’t paying any attention to the game. “Did you ask me to play video games so you can stare off into the distance?” I ask him, pushing my shoulder against his own. “Right,” he says quietly. “Another round?” “Nope.” I place the controller in front of me. “Not until you tell me what has you so distracted.” “It’s just,” Lucian starts but runs his hands up and down his face instead. “Ithinkifoundmymate.” He spits out. “Say that one more time,” I laugh. “You what your mate?” “I think I found my mate,” He groans. “Lucian!” I squeal situating myself on the couch, so I am looking directly at him. “That is amazing! Why do you see so upset?” “The bond feels lesser than it did several days ago. It is like it is fading away.” Lucian groans. Grabbing a bag of chips I shove a handful in my mouth waiting for Lucian to elaborate but he only looks at me and says, “that’s not very ladylike.” “I never claimed to be l
ELLA I am caught somewhere between anger, sadness, and desperation as I drag Lucian into my bedroom and shut the door behind me. Giving the lock a quick twist, I pull Lucian into my arms. His body is tense under my touch. “Can you ever forgive me?” I sob into his chest. Lucian pulls away and looks at me with his tear-filled blue eyes. “It isn’t your fault, Ella,” he says but I can tell that he doesn’t fully believe it. “You don’t have to lie to me,” I respond. “If he hadn’t been my friend…” but I am unable to finish my thoughts as another round of tears over come me. Wandering over to my bed, Lucian sits down and places his head in his hands. “I met Alec the night you met Erebus,” he begins. “I knew instantly that he was my mate, but I saw the way he looked and flirted with you. It was clear that he had feelings for you. He would glance at me uncomfortably out of the corner of his eyes, and I knew that he felt the bond as well. Then I felt it, the night that you bo
EREBUS Lightly I knock on Ella’s door but there is no response. “Vixen,” I call through the heavy wood, but she doesn’t respond. “Vixen, I want to apologize,” but still she doesn’t respond. Her scent lingers in the air, but it is not strong, almost as if she hasn’t been in her room for a few hours. Without knocking I place my key in her lock and open her door. A burst of cold air hits me as I walk into the room, and I notice that one of her windows is open. Racing to the window, I peer out and see footprints in the snow leading towards the woods. My inner lycan rises to the surface and lets out a terrifying growl at the thought of our mate running. Connecting all of my warriors through the mind link I tell them to span out and follow the tracks left below Ella’s window. Not caring about anything but bringing my mate home, I jump out of her window and shift in midair. Lifting my nose to the sky I let out a sorrowful howl as I race through the forest tracing my mate’s steps
EREBUS“What do you mean she has no powers,” I ask in confusion. “She is a Silver Wolf.” “Being a Silver Wolf was not enough to grant her powers from Selene,” Grace says simply. “She is simply a wolf with a silver coat. Nothing more, nothing less.”“But then why did she run?” I still don’t understand what is going on.Grace shakes her head at me and walks back over to her knitting. “That I cannot tell you,” she said looping the yarn over the needle. “Only she knows why she ran. Even if we knew the answer we would never understand.” She doesn’t look up from her knitting, she continues to loop the yarn over the needle counting stitches as she goes. “Interesting,” she says cryptically. “You have not marked my granddaughter as your own.”“How…” I begin then I remember what Grace is. “You are an oracle. Aren’t you? The one from the story that foretold Ella’s birth.”Grace lets out a little huff. “I don’t like that word. Oracle. It implies that I know more than I should. W
ELLA The cold slab marble that I am bonded to is beginning to hurt my back. The seven witches on the council study the runes that are tattooed on my arms. They murmur to one another in a language that I am unfamiliar with while they try different spells to remove the markings.“I know if we could free her from the chains that traitor put on her, her powers would come to life,” the High Witch says curiously. “But these runes are more than simply etched into her skin.” “They were burned on,” I yell from the table unable to stand their hands on me any longer. “What was that dear,” another of the witches yells in my direction. She has been holding a funnel up to her ear to be able to hear me better. “They were burned on,” I yell louder, and I can see her nod in the direction of the other witches.“They appear to be burned on,” she yells to the other witches surrounding me and I catch many of them rolling their eyes at her. I have to stifle a giggle from escaping my lips.
EREBUS We land with a thud outside of a run-down mansion. Lucian runs to the tree line and begins to vomit in a small bush as I try to stagger to my feet. I cannot help but notice the look of amusement on Grace’s face as she watches us struggle to regain our balance after being teleported.“This is where I leave you,” Grace says once Lucian and I are back on our feet. “You aren’t coming with us?” Lucian asks before swallowing another hiccup of vomit. “I can’t,” she says before turning to me. “If Ella bore your mark they wouldn’t be able to keep her from you,” she says before she teleports from the area. “Are you ready to battle some witches?” I ask Lucian as I slap him on the back. Lucian’s face is still green from the teleport. He holds up one finger and heads back over to the bush and vomits one last time. “Ready,” he says as he wipes the remaining puke on his chin. “You find your way to Ella…” Lucian doesn’t wait for me to respond before he runs towards the dilapi
EREBUS As soon as I sink my teeth into Ella’s neck I can hear the wind stop blowing downstairs. My skin stops burning and I fall onto Ella’s chest exhausted. Ella’s eyes are tightly closed as she tries to fight off the effects of my venom, but she isn’t strong enough and I feel her body go limp under my own. Placing my ear on her chest I can hear the subtle beating of her heart and I know that she is still fighting in there somewhere. I try to push myself off of her, but my arms are weak. Looking at the skin on my arms it appears as if I have walked through fire. Huge pieces of flesh are missing, and the rest is bubbled and blistered. The sound of footsteps running in the hallway outside catches my attention. I force myself into a sitting position, ready to fight for my mate. The door to Ella’s prison swings open and hits the wall with a thud. Lucian is standing in the doorway panting heavily, partially shifted with his claws extended, ready to attack. Looking around the
EREBUS The flight back to Lycan City was awkward to say the least. Andrew insisted on sitting next to his daughter’s unconscious body and growled any time I got near. My inner lycan wanted to rip his head off but I knew that Ella would never forgive me for killing one of her fathers. So I sat with Lucian and we went over plans on how to up security around the city so the witches cannot teleport in and out as they please. Once we arrive back at the mansion Andrew refuses to let anyone but himself carry Ella. Stoically he carries her into the mansion and waits to be directed on where to put her. “Place her in my room,” I gesture to the door at the end of the hallway, but Andrew doesn’t move. “No,” he says simply. “Where was she staying before?”“She will heal faster in the proximity of her mate,” I try to reason with him, but he is ignoring my words. “You know,” I say with a smirk on my lips. “I am the King. I could command you to place her in my room.”“But you won’t,”