EZRAThe moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong. I hadn't even realized when I fell asleep. Gyai, my sweet little Gyai, had been in my arms, and I'd been stroking her long silky hair. That was the last thing I remembered.I yawned and stretched as I wondered just how long I had slept. My body ached from lying still for too long, and when I shifted, the sheet slid against my bare skin.I reached out a hand to pull Gyai's body against mine, but all I touched was the cold bedsheet. The bed was empty.The place where she had been was cold, the faintest dent in the mattress the only sign that she had ever been there at all.My pulse quickened.I pushed myself up, the blankets pooling at my waist. For a second I told myself she was just in the next room. That she’d be back any moment. But the part of me that had lived three hundred years without her was already moving before I could talk myself down.My feet hit the floor. The wood was cool against my soles.Had we had some s
JACQUELINEI sat in the middle row, not too close to the front, not too far in the back. Close enough to pretend I was paying attention if Mr. Calloway’s eyes swept over us. Far enough to let my mind drift without feeling guilty about it.I told myself not to think about Mr. Phillips. Not to think about those gray eyes that always seemed to look right through you—past the smile, past the nod, straight into whatever truth you were hiding. But it was impossible not to think about him, not when this class brought back such vivid memories of him.His classes had been so quiet. You could hear the scratching of pens, the click of a shoe tapping on the floor, and the faint hum of the lights overhead. If a pin had dropped, it would have bounced once, twice, and everyone would have heard it.This was different.There was a low hum of conversation, students whispering, laughing softly under their breath as Mr. Calloway flipped through a thick paperback. He didn’t tell them to be quiet. He didn’
JACQUELINEThe first thing I felt was the headache. It throbbed behind my eyes, dull and slow like a warning bell that wouldn’t shut up. My mouth was dry, and when I sat up with a groan, my whole body felt like it had been in a fight. I blinked against the morning light trickling through the curtain, feeling groggy and sluggish.My body needed sleep and rest, but fear hadn't allowed it to have that. I sat at the edge of my bed, elbows resting on my knees, hands hanging loose as I thought again about the nightmare, wondering why I could possibly be dreaming about a thing like that. I stared at the floor. Nothing moved. The house was quiet. My breath was shallow, and I tried to calm the nervous energy jittering beneath my skin.Then I felt the soft pad of paws against the floor. The cat. She jumped onto the bed beside me, then rubbed her face against my arm before curling up against my thigh. Her fur was warm and soft. I reached down and stroked her slowly. She purred low and deep, a
ARAYAThe room was always the same. Always empty except for him.My boots clicked against the cold, polished stone as I made my way to the center of the room.And there, sitting in his throne of shadow, he waited. The man who had called me here.His presence filled the room before he even spoke. Every time, it felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. But I could not afford to show weakness.“Araya,” his voice rumbled, breaking the silence. “Tell me, what progress have we made?”I stood still, forcing myself to keep my composure. There was no room for uncertainty here. Not with him.“Everything is going as planned,” I said, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my stomach. “Alpha Trades has overturned a century-old law. Servants, those who have always been bound to the pack, offering their time and bodies to those they serve, are now given a voice. Tades has given them that.”His silence lingered as he processed my words. I could feel his gaze, even though I couldn’t see
EZRAGyai lay next to me, her bare back curved into the shape of the moon as she nestled under my arm. Her cheek pressed softly to my chest, her hair spilled over my skin like silk, and every now and then, she drew in a small breath, as if reminding herself that this was real. That she was here. I was too.I kept one arm behind my head, the other around her. I didn’t need anything else. Her warmth, her scent, the way she reached for my fingers under the blanket and threaded hers through them was enough. It had been a long time since I shared silence with someone without needing to fill it. It’s been a long time since my body wasn’t tensed in readiness for violence. It's been a long time since I let myself rest.She turned her face slightly, enough that I could feel her lips move against my skin. “Where were you before the Grim pack?”The question hung in the air.I didn’t answer right away. My breath stilled, like the silence outside had pressed into my lungs. I stared at the ceiling.
EZRA"I will meet you back at the court," I said quietly.Tarius glanced sideways at me. He didn't ask any questions. He gave a single nod, a silent understanding passing between us, then turned and disappeared down the path we had just taken. And then I was alone.I stepped up towards the door and took a deep breath. I was tempted to pinch myself to be sure that I wasn't dreaming of this moment. Because I had dreamt so many times of this moment, I had imagined our reconnection so much that I had begun to believe in no daydreaming. Was this another one of those daydreams? Or was I really about to meet her? My chest ached with something deep. Old. Hope and fear caused my palms to sweat. My palms never sweated. I rarely ever experienced fear. But here I was. The seconds stretched.I counted the beats of my heart. One. Two. Three. The wind moved gently around me, brushing my coat. My underarms emitted trickles of water too. And for a moment, I was tempted to tear at the heavy cloak