SorenA grand stone staircase funnels to the highest reaches of the cathedral-style foyer where the stained glass windows stretch to the highest rafters. This place is ancient. From the dawn of fucking time, I think. Shadows hug narrow passages leading off the foyer, but Blake knows exactly where to go, I guess, because he grabs my arms and tugs me to the left. I balk, ripping my arm out of his grasp. “Don’t touch me again,” I huff, smoothing the fabric of the rather fancy button down shirt I’ve been wearing most of the day. Jane brought me clothes and quickly disappeared again shortly after I left Blake’s office this morning to check on Maeve. Patton, too, has been missing all day, but judging by Jane’s slightly disheveled appearance, she’d been enjoying Patton’s skill set for hours at that point, I wasn’t going to interrupt them with questions… yet. Now, I might not have the opportunity to see my closest, and admittedly only, friend find true happiness in the form of a mate becaus
SorenBlake’s suite, essentially a private apartment within the castle, is on the far eastern side of the palace. His view is of the more rural, affluent neighborhoods of Moonrise and the thick forest beyond–quieter and more secluded compared to Maeve’s suite overlooking the lake and city center. I take in the gray walls and modern furniture before turning to the man sipping a glass of scotch as the sun fades from view, the sunset broken by dark clouds promising another snowstorm, but it’s warmer today. Humid. I can almost taste the rain on the horizon. It’s nearly spring. I hope it’s a good summer. Maeve stares Blake down from the far side of the room, her eyes briefly flicking to mine before she clears her throat, “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” She taps her foot impatiently, but Blake just looks her up and down before turning to me. “Patton didn’t have a tracker in his upper arm like you did. Misty checked. He’s clean, otherwise.” I grit my teeth, unsure what to
MaeveI blink into the shadows of my room. The curtains are still drawn, but strips of deep, golden sunlight creep between the seams of the fabric, alerting me to the time. It’s nearly sunset. I slept most of the day, save for Cole occasionally checking on me, but now my stomach is tight with hunger, and my body feels… strange. I smooth my hand over my belly, but the baby is sleeping, curled in a snug ball right against my ribs, her favorite place to kick. The door creaks open. I pop my head from beneath the blankets as a tall, dark shadow steps inside the room, carrying the scent of food with him. “Are you awake?” Soren’s voice is… soft. Casual, showing no signs of pain or stress. I lift onto an elbow as he steps into the room and walks to the windows, opening one of the curtains enough to softly illuminate the space, and turns to me, his eyes scanning mine. “What’ve you been doing all day?” I ask, my tone lifted in suspicion. “It’s nearly nightfall.”“I’ve kept myself busy.” He
SorenMaeve’s room is painted in sunlight that reflects off the pale pink wallpaper inlaid with what I believe are real rose petals. This room smells like her–warm and rich with that underlying, unmistakable magnolia blossom scent that makes my mouth water despite my best efforts to remain neutral and calm throughout this entire ordeal. If anyone had asked me what I was actually planning on doing when I reached Moonrise two days ago, I wouldn’t have had an answer. I broke into the castle–shattered a fucking window knowing how easily I could have been overtaken by guards–but at that point, nothing mattered. I had to get to her, but when I did, and I saw her… fuck. Everything has changed. I watch Patton cross the room, taking several cautious steps toward Jane, who’s clutching a spiral bound planner like her life depends on it. Jane’s light brown hair is neatly pulled away from her softly beautiful face as she looks up at him, her cheeks burning a deep crimson. “Jane, would you give
MaeveMisty doesn’t ask questions, and I’m thankful for it. Blake watches with a scowl as Soren sits on the edge of the bed and extends his arm to Misty, who inspects it then looks at me. “It was an accident,” I tell her, swallowing past the guilt, and honestly, shame of hurting Soren like this. “I meant to do that to Blake.”Misty glances at Blake with a frown. “What the hell has gotten into you two?”Blake widens his stance, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at his shoes instead of answering her question. “Later,” I breathe. “Can his arm be healed fully?”Misty nods, but her eyes betray the motion. She inspects his wounds with a sigh then motions for him to lie down. Soren looks at me with a skeptical expression shimmering behind his eyes but does what she asks, and in a matter of seconds, Misty’s light begins to dance around the room. Soren takes several shallow breaths as she grips his hand, sending her magic of light and healing deep into his veins. I watch, ti
MaeveWhen I was young, Aviva told me a story about her early days in the Silverhide pack and the first time she ever saw Ryan in his beast form. I didn’t understand why back then, but she explained that newly mated couples occasionally go through a bit of a rough patch in the first days of their relationship. The men, she explained, were generally uncontrollable and often territorial of their new mates, going as far as to attack other males for even looking in their direction. Touching another man’s mate, however? Especially his heavily pregnant mate?That’s a death sentence.“Soren!” I rush out, but it’s too late. Soren and Blake collide, Blake’s iron grip on my upper arm snapping away in an instant, leaving me teetering off balance in the dark hallway. The sound of the men colliding with the wall and my new plaster cracking and falling to the floor brings me back to startling focus, and I quickly flip a light switch, flooding the corridor outside of my room with glaring light. “Y