Mag-log inThe world grew quiet around him as his eyes lingered on Selene. When he caught sight of the bright red marks circling her neck, and the quickly spreading pool of blood staining her dress from her bleeding shoulder, his eyes hardened. She’s alive… A quiet breath left him and his fingers moved unconsciously towards her face before abruptly stopping midway. For a brief moment, they remained still, suspended in the air as though he had only just realised what he was about to do. He had faced the den’s guards without hesitation, yet now, with her lying helplessly in his arms, he seemed uncertain of something as simple as touching her.Then, almost as though his own body had disobeyed him, his fingers descended, slowly brushing the strands of hair away from her face before lowering to her neck where they barely grazed the angry marks left behind by the man’s hands. And his touch was unexpectedly gentle. The oppressive coldness and hostility that had filled his gaze moments earlier grad
He lurched at Selene almost immediately, and Selene moved without thinking. She barely avoided his grasp, but her dress did not. His fingers caught the fabric and closed around it with brutal force, and before Selene could even turn properly, she was ripped backwards so violently that her feet left the ground. The next instant, her body was thrown across the stable. She struck the wooden wall hard enough to rattle the beams and the already healing wound on her shoulder tore open again beneath the impact, the bandage splitting as her body slid down the wall and collapsed into the hay. Pain exploded through her back as blood quickly soaked through the fabric, the bright red shade spreading across her dress. And for several seconds, Selene could do nothing but gasp, her lungs refusing to draw enough air as the world spun violently around her. Still, before she could recover, a shadow fell across her and the man’s boot came down mercilessly against her wounded shoulder, then again
Selene’s hand tightened around Maera’s. These people… Her voice faltered as the werewolf who had just killed the guard met her gaze, and for a moment, she could only stare silently at him.Without wasting any time, he headed towards their cage, and like he did to the men’s cage door, he ripped the lock clean from the metal, and the women rushed out, feral and ready to fight. His gaze lingered quietly on Maera and Selene for a moment, before he turned and bolted towards the frontlines. He left them without another word, as though implying his boss’ words they had once disregarded had been fulfilled and now, he trusted them to find their own way through the chaos.More cages were opened by the other werewolves from the men’s cage, one after the other. And while the men moved towards the forefront in a gruesome battle with the guards of the den, the women guided the captives to safety. Their precision was flawless. Maera and Selene stood frozen stiff in the women’s cage. They were t
Maera quietly observed her surroundings, her gaze fixed particularly on the area beyond the trees where faint murmurs continued to rent the air in a distant hum. What was going on? It was bad enough that she could neither see nor hear anything clearly from where she was confined. But that person had said they would transport Her Majesty by noon. And this was noon. Maera’s gaze quietly shifted towards the men’s cage, agitation surging through her chest as her fingers curled against the fabric gathered loosely over her knees. When is it starting? Cold beads of sweat gathered along her forehead as she turned her attention back towards the area beyond the trees, straining to hear something, anything that might tell her what was happening beyond their limited view. They needed to get out quickly. They needed to go after Her Majesty, but nothing was happening. Why is nothing happening yet?Maera gritted her teeth as her pulse quickened, her temperature rising alongside the hot, prick
A strangled shout tore instantly through the air as the coachman’s body jerked violently, his hands releasing the reins as his fingers lost their hold on the leather straps. Then, his body slumped forward, the now lifeless weight collapsing against the front of the carriage.The leather strap slipped through his fingers, and the horses, startled by the sudden shout and the violent movement behind them, immediately sensed that something was wrong. They stomped uncontrollably, their hooves striking wildly against the ground as loud neighs rent the air, their bodies rearing and twisting in panic while the carriage jerked violently behind them. “What the hell?” a guard shouted at the coachman. “Control the fucking horses.”But there was no one to control them because by then, the coachman had gone limp, his body falling off the carriage as the horses bolted. The carriage lurched so violently, throwing Lillia against the wooden wall. Her shoulder slammed painfully into the frame hard e
Everything about Bellamy’s message suddenly began to make more sense, and Lillia almost smiled as she stared at him. But while Lillia’s spirits had lifted at the sight of him, Luka’s features grew colder in her presence. His body was still covered in the remnants of his father’s punishment, dark purple bruises spreading across his cheeks and jaw, with a few cuts already beginning to close, but there was something else in his eyes that caught Lillia’s attention. Anger. It was still present in the cold glare he directed at her, and the moment their eyes met, that familiar disgust crawled through Lillia’s body again, making her gaze shift almost immediately towards the man seated beside him. The boss. And just like he had been when she first met him, his expression remained pleasantly calm with the same warm smile spreading across his lips, as though there was nothing unusual about having his son, whom he had brutally beaten hours ago, share the same carriage with the woman he
Ishtar woke with a gasp that tore violently from her chest.Her body jerked upright as though dragged from drowning, lungs burning, and heart hammering so hard, she thought it might split her ribs apart. Cold sweat slicked her skin, as her fingers clawed at silk sheets, breath coming in ragged, bro
“Run, my lady. Don’t look back. We’ll hold them back as long as our breath stays in our lungs. If one of us lives tonight, it has to be you. Please—live.”Muffled sobs bled into the darkness of Clearwater forest, as Ishtar tore through the tangled branches and choking undergrowth. Every word from
Maera froze as a sharp intake of breath from the other maidens followed. “Forgive me, my lady, but that… that won’t be possible,” She said, carefully choosing her words this time. “You cannot approach his Majesty unless summoned.” Fenris scoffed. He can’t be serious, can he… really? Only one way
Beautiful. She breathed as her face caught the silver glow. The full moon shone brightly at its peak, but like every other full moon, the ache began. It started deep within her bones; a slow, crawling soreness that spread through her body. The dull but consistent pressure in her mind un







