Mag-log inIt would have broken Bria’s heart to see how much all of us were suffering. To discover that our own parents had betrayed everyone by spying for her murderers, that her former mate had enslaved her big sister, and that our pack had nearly stoned me to death would have hurt her so badly that I found
Michaela The twilit world awaiting that night’s full moon felt strange and dreamlike. Maybe it was the surrealism that always came from a long-awaited event. The memorial ceremony for my sister had been planned for so long, and warped so many lives around it – especially mine. The ritualism of the
Andreas I let Michaela sleep in that morning, curled up on what had already become her side of the bed. Before I left, I indulged myself for a moment and tucked a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. She sighed in her sleep. “Rest, Mica,” I whispered. “I’ll see you tonight after the ceremony.” She
She took a deep, shaky breath, sitting up to face me. “Andreas, whatever you think of me, do you… Do you really still believe that I would have had any part in her death?” I sank back onto the bed, feeling something deep and dark turning over inside of me. I tried very, very hard not to remember M
Andreas I’d expected to spend the last few days before the memorial ceremony miserable, lonely, and exhausted by the preparations. Instead, I was only exhausted – but for very different reasons than I’d imagined. Michaela had come back to me. She still wanted me, even if things weren’t resolved be
Michaela There were only a few days left till the full moon. Till my lost sister’s long-awaited memorial ceremony. Isolated in the herb garden, I only managed to overhear small scraps of news about the preparations. The metal ores I’d suffered so much to mine had been melted into a beautiful statu
Andreas The pack council filed in, taking their accustomed seats around the broad mahogany table. The council chambers, like my own quarters, were hung with portraits and tapestries representing our pack’s history, victories, and heroes. They were a constant reminder of what we had to live up to.
Kristin This was a nightmare. First Michaela had seduced the Alpha into removing her collar, then used the same wiles to escape work in the mines and get herself a cushy gardening job under the soft-hearted apothecary. Fine – Kristin could live with that disappointment. At least Michaela was still
Remembering my cautious hope from yesterday, that she’d volunteered to manage me out of sympathy for an old friend, I tried to find any hint of kindness in her face. But her expression was stiff, with just a hint of smugness. Casually, she wound the end of my chain around her hand. “Hurry up. I’ve
Michaela They didn’t even bother to beat me. They knew as well as I did that this time, I had no way out. Now, when Andreas’s subordinates swarmed around me to bind my arms and legs, they used proper steel cable, impossible to gnaw through and too hefty to break. Andreas just watched with that smu







