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,”
ELLA I can hear voices surrounding me but all I can see is black. Every inch of my body feels like it is being engulfed in flames. I try to open my eyes, but it is as if they are sewn shut and my limbs feel as if they are made of lead. I can’t move, I can’t speak, so I can only burn in agony alone. Everything is dark until a memory fills my mind. “But I don’t want to be homeschooled,” I pout pushing my plate away from me in anger. Ten year old me is sitting with her arms crossed over her chest in protest. My brother, Emerson is pushing his vegetables across his plate refusing to eat them. My father, Andrew, pokes him in the side and points to the veggies with his eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. Emerson pops a piece of broccoli in his mouth and pretends to gag before he begrudgingly chews and swallows. “Ella,” my mother says gently. “It is time that you start your training.” “But I don’t even have powers,” I pout again. My mother uses her emotions to calm the t
ELLA The cold night of my first shift fades away and a new memories surge forth. Birthday after birthday rips through my mind. Disappointment after disappointment with every birthday morning I woke up powerless. The moments pause on my eighteenth birthday. The ringing of a phone awakens me from my sleep. “Mmmm ’ello,”I say sleepily into the phone. “Happy Birthday, my Love,” my mother’s voice rings sweetly through the phone like a song. “Do you feel any different?” She asks and my heart sinks with her words. “No mother,” I cannot hide the exasperation from my voice. “I am still powerless.” The memory fades and another comes into my field of vision. “No, Ella,” My uncles voice screams at me in frustration. “You aren’t paying attention. Again.” Taking a defensive stance in the center of the training field. I motion to my Uncle that I am ready. Circling one another I watch intently as he studies my movements. He expects me to be on the defensive but instead I hur