MaiaDamon tucks my long black hair behind my ear.‘We should go to my cave,’ I say, and he lifts me and tells me he will carry me home. I have butterflies in my stomach, and Vivian mentioned butterflies. I put my arms around his neck and rest my head against him as he walks.We sit beside the waterfall to watch the stars and admire the moon. Ember curls up on Damon's legs and soon falls asleep. With our fingers, we draw pictures in the air by forming lines between one star and the next. Damon asks me to guess what he is drawing.‘A fish?’ I guess.‘No. How you got a fish out of that, Maia, I don’t know. It was a fox,’ he says, and we laughed.The night is warm, so we undress and leave our clothes near the cave while slipping into the pool beside it. Ember sits on a rock, watching us. I flick a heap of water at Damon.‘You're in trouble now, Princess,’ he says, laughing.‘Really?’ I ask him playfully.He splashes me repeatedly before d
MaiaI draw figure eights in the water with my feet while I’m deep in thought. If Damon is telling the truth about werewolves, why is there going to be a war? Villages have been told stories that aren't true! Would the war still happen if humans knew wolves are kind? Will I have to help defend Moon Crest Valley? What happens to all the innocent people like Vivian and her children?A very broad, bulky man with black, dirty, scruffy hair appears in front of the trees. He is bigger than Damon, at least half a foot taller. He has brown eyes and doesn't look very friendly. I stand up, face him, focus and summon fireballs in my hands.‘You’re definitely the Forest Princess with those flames and those violet eyes,’ he says with a husky voice.‘Don't come any closer, or I will hurt you!’ I yell.‘No need to yell. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to talk,’ he says, sitting down on a rock near the waterfallI close my hands, extinguishing the f
MaiaArriving in Wellmore village, Sir Hugo drapes his enormous cape over me, hiding my hands in the iron cuffs.I’m grateful for his cape, I haven’t got my olive-green cloak, and I’m freezing.Villagers stop in their tracks and stare at me with wonder and amazement.‘Her eyes!’ Someone shouts.‘It's the Forest Princess!’ Others exclaim.‘Such beauty!’ Someone else adds.The crowd forms around us, and Sir Hugo's blocking our passage.‘Move! Out of my way!’ Sir Hugo demands.The crowd doesn’t move, and more people gather.‘Maia?’ Vivian shouts, and I watch her push her way through the gathering.‘Vivian!’ I yell, in obvious distress. Many people stare at Vivian and wonder how we know each other.‘Are you okay?’ She asks.‘I’ve been kidnap-,’ I say. A sharp blade pokes my back in a warning to not speak.‘I have the Forest Princess!’ Sir Hugo announces, and the crowd cheers. ‘Her powers will protect us from the werewolves and help us win th
Alpha King DamonIn Wellmore village, we shift back into human form and quickly dress before walking through Wellmore market and taking in the happenings around us.‘I can smell her scent here,’ I tell Troy and Zayden.‘I can smell something wonderful... rosemary and lavender. Mmm…’ Troy says, sniffing the air.‘Uh, no. Her scent is violets and honey...’ I correct him.Troy is a little off, and his eyes dart around, searching.‘Are you okay, Troy?’ I ask him.‘I'm not sure. My wolf is hyped up. I'm trying to calm him down,’ he says.‘Ok. Let’s focus and pull yourself together,’ I tell him.‘Is it me, or are all the villagers talking about Maia?’ I ask them, and we pause and listen, with our wolf hearing.‘She is so beautiful. I wish I had her eye colour,’ a young blonde girl of about fifteen, with a pale blue shawl over her shoulders, tells her companion at a wooden table as they nibble on apricots.‘We are so lucky she has come to help with the war,’
MaiaIn Garnet Falls, my reception is just as loud, noisy, and boisterous as it was in Wellmore Village as I sit on the horse, properly this time, in front of Sir Hugo and can see everything. Hundreds of people gather around me, cheering and throwing flower petals at me.‘Thank you, Princess!’ They shout.I smile at their misplaced gratitude and avoid making eye contact with them.They try to hand me gifts of food, flowers, fabrics, trinkets and smelling salts. I ignore all the gifts being passed to me, but Sir Hugo accepts anything of value and packs them in the overfilled saddle sacks behind himself.‘I’m feeling anxious, it’s too much, and my head spins as people grab at my new dress and generally overwhelm me with their noise and presence. The energy inside me intensifies, and I wince in pain when the iron cuffs burn me. A few onlookers have noticed I’m in pain.‘Avoid using your powers. You’ll only hurt yourself,’ Sir Hugo says, with a ful
‘Mrs Fields, this is Maia. Maia, this is Mrs Fields, my Head Housekeeper. Please escort Maia to her room, the room next to mine. Get the staff to tend to her wrists, and tell the cook to make whatever she wants for dinner. I will be accompanying her then,’ King Fenris says.‘Yes, my Lord,’ she says, curtsying and taking my hand.‘Maia, I have some urgent matters I need to tend to. I’ll join you for dinner, and we can discuss the war and so forth,’ he says kindly.‘Yes, I’d like that. Thank you,’ I say.Mrs Fields leads me up the grand staircase, along a lengthy passage, and into a stunning bedroom, with a Queen-sized four-poster bed and a balcony. I run outside through two open doors and admire the views.‘The view is breath-taking,’ I tell Mrs Fields, and she chuckles.‘It is indeed. We’re very blessed with excellent views here,’ she says.The skyline is bordered by a row of tall and large trees on the horizon. The training fields are just visible in the distance beneath them. A beau
Alpha King DamonIn Garnet Falls, we tie our horses up to posts in the sheltered, wooden stables behind the local tavern and go inside. We wait at the bar to be served, and when the bar-mistress is free, we book two rooms for the night.‘We men can bunk in with each other, and the ladies can have their own room.’ I say.Vivian nods. It’s late, a storm is brewing outside, and we’re starving and exhausted. We sit in a quiet corner of the room, near the fireplace, minding our own business, drinking beer, and eavesdropping on the conversations between the villagers.‘It was so rude of the knight to leave with her like that. We had gifts for her too, but she was a rude, entitled girl,’ a young woman with brown eyes, red hair in a messy bun, in a black shawl, tells her companion.I scull my pint to try and stop my wolf from letting out a growl at the woman's disrespectful words towards my Luna.Vivian stands up and walks past the ladies and orders some pin
MaiaWaking up, I’m alone in my room. I think of Damon. Does he know where I am? Will he come for me? Has he been lying to me? Or does he truly love me? I miss him. I stare at the maroon-coloured walls of my bedroom and their gold wainscotting and revel in how luxurious my room is. The sun is shining through my windows. The maids didn’t draw them last night because they didn’t want to wake me.There is a knock on my door, and Jewel and Leah let themselves in, and stand near a chest of drawers, holding a basket with a washcloth and some salve. Leah has an olive-green, floor-length, long-sleeved gown and places it on the bed.‘We’re here to help you bathe and salve your skin,’ Jewel says. I smile.‘Please, come in,’ I tell them, and I fling the covers back off my legs to get up. Jewel pulls the nightie over my head and throws it on the bed before leaning over a wooden tub and pumping the water.Jewel is struggling with the pump. She stops for a moment while she catches her breath.‘Here