Mag-log inIn the history of Luna ceremonies, probably none had been planned as fast as mine was. Only a week had passed since Cassian made the announcement, and everything was already set. The formalities of the ceremony would happen in the Silver Creek pack house, and the reception afterwards would be held at a point halfway between Silver Creek and Red Moon to make it easier for people from both packs to attend. The little bit of no man's land in between Silver Creek and Red Moon had been incorporated into both packs, making them seem like one very large pack with two names. That would change on the night of the ceremony though — which was tomorrow. I was with Saoirse and Lily, at what was supposed to be my dress fitting, but was currently a shopping session for both of them. "How does this look?" Lily asked, holding up a stunning black dress. "I like it," I replied. "It's black," Saoirse said. Lily looked confused. "And?"Saoirse blushed a little. "Well...I'm wearing black. We'd be
As expected, nothing in the video had changed. And if common logic was to be followed, it pointed to Axel as guilty of something, at least. "What now?" Max asked, leaning back in his chair. "Now, we attend to other pressing issues and let Axel stew for a while longer. Maybe his answer will change when he's had a bit more time to think." "What if it doesn't?" Max asked. "Julietta is still in pain. As long as you keep his dosage of wolfsbane constant so its effects don't change, he won't be able to bear it." "And what if Julietta stops feeling the pain?" "How?"Max shrugged. "I don't know. They have their own witch, don't they? They could do the same spell Saoirse did with Barry or something." "Their witch is dead," Cassian imputed. I was surprised. "Dead?" He nodded. "Rowan arrow through the throat. During the fight.""I guess we don't have to worry about that anymore," Max mumbled, scratching at his shoulder.Only then did I realize that his sling and bandages were gone. "Ma
"I think he's ready to talk," Max said as Cassian and I met him at Axel's cell door. "About time," Cassian muttered as he pushed the door open and strolled in. Immediately Axel saw us, an expression of immense rage marred his features. He yanked at his chains, snarling at me with elongated canines. "What did you do to her?" He yelled. "What the fuck did you do to her?" Max and I exchanged a sideways glance, and Max shrugged. "He's been like this for a while now. I think most of the remaining effects of the wolfsbane are gone and he can now feel Julietta's pain."As if in response, Axel clutched his left arm, groaning in pain. Through the dried blood and grime on his face, I could see that he was ashen. "She's your sister. How could you do this to her?" I rolled my eyes. "How convenient of you to remember she's my sister. Weren't we sisters when she tossed me in a cell worse than this one and set a date for my execution?" "You were guilty!" He roared. "If you still believe that
I woke up the next morning feeling only slightly refreshed. The sun was up so I didn't expect Cassian to still be in bed, but when I rolled over, I came face to face with him. "Good morning," he greeted softly. For reasons I couldn't understand, my face reddened, and I stuttered a bit. "Good... Good morning." "You skipped dinner last night," he said. "You must be hungry now." As if my body understood what he said, my belly rumbled, and my blush deepened. "Um...yeah. I didn't expect to sleep through the day when I fell asleep yesterday. Did you try to wake me?" He nodded. "You slept very deeply." "Sorry. I guess I was more tired than I knew." I glanced out the window at the bright sun. "Don't you...have work to do at the pack house today?" Cassian smiled. "Are you bored of me already? You want me to leave?" I shook my head. "Oh, no. It's not like that. I'm just surprised that you're here. You're usually up by this time." Cassian sat up. "I am up. I've been awake for a few hou
Just as I was about to head home after rounding up the work for the day, Max let himself into my office, looking pensive. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a slight splatter of blood staining the side of this shirt. He also smelled faintly of blood. I realized that he had just now finished carrying out Iris's order himself, despite his wounded shoulder. "You whipped him yourself?" I asked, thinking he would've gotten someone else to do it. He nodded. We both exchanged a loaded look and fell silent. Finally, he spoke. "Um... Not to be disrespectful or anything, but... Is Iris okay?" "What do you mean?" "I mean... She seemed...troubled? I'm not saying I disapprove of her order, but it's a bit out of character for her, isn't it? That man totally deserved what he got, but...Iris has never struck me as the kind of person who..." He trailed off. "I know what you mean," I replied. Usually, Iris was maybe a little bit too forgiving. "Where's the prisoner now?" "Back in the dung
"Are you...okay?" Cassian asked me as we headed to the pack house from the dungeons."Fine," I replied, unable to correctly put into words what I was feeling. Cassian was silent for a while. Through the bond, I could sort of tell what he was thinking. I was thinking it too. Why did I give that order? It wasn't like this was the first time someone called me a traitorous whore. I'd been called much worse by most of the Red Moon Pack members. And I'd never felt the need for revenge or to teach anyone a lesson. I understood that they believed what their former Alpha told them to. So why? There was a dark feeling in my heart I couldn't understand. On one hand, I wanted to ignore all the malicious comments and actions thrown my way. On the other hand, I wanted to attack them all, rip their words right off their tongues and make them eat it. I wanted to make them hurt the same way I did. Was that right? Would I whip every single person who had a disagreeable thought about me? What kind







