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[Apple] A knock on the door interrupts our conversation. “Your majesties, Princess Amaryllis and Prince Calyx, wish to enter,” a guard says from just outside the heavy wood door. “And Alpha and Luna Forrester from Crescent City have just arrived. They are also requesting admittance into the palace.” “Let them in,” my great-grandmother orders in a regal voice as she stands from her spot at the head of the table. “And please have someone guide the Alphas from Crescent City to this chamber immediately.” A moment later, Calyx and Amaryllis sweep into the room in a fluid movement, their violet silk jackets settling around them like elegant robes as they kneel before the Luna Mother. As they make this dramatic entrance, my heart flips. Do they know the truth? Do they remember the world from before? The pair wait until the doors close and then stand slowly. “Mother, what the fuck is going on here?” Amaryllis asks bluntly, making her mother wince. “I thought you said the spell wouldn’t
As Sylvester and I walked behind my great-grandmother, it became even more clear that THIS Moon River City was not the same one we had left behind at the beginning of the spell. Our Moon River City had been shaped over the decades into a sterile center of war, where alphas met and discussed next steps as they made plans to control the threats of witches, hybrids, and rogues. In the battle for supremacy, walls were erected, laws changed, and the land modified–Rivers were diverted and dammed, transforming the plains between the mountains and the city into a desert.Without food or water, the rogues were forced to steal or starve. And the witches, more afraid of the rogues than of their wolf masters, would endure any hardship or humiliation to stay within the safety of the walls, providing a continuous supply of cheap labor for the benefit of wolfkind.And hybrids–well, there was no place for hybrid children in that world. Hybrids were too dangerous to live and needed to be killed, hi
[Apple] Birdsong flits in the branches above us as I blink awake, my body sore. As a cool breeze kisses my skin the scent of crushed roses blossoms around me, the sunlight warms our bower of twisted vines.Carefully I try to sit up, avoiding the thorns. They move aside, refusing to pierce my flesh, responding to my movements as if they can hear my thoughts. Maybe they can, not like it will matter with my mate, King Sylvester, pushing my body back next to his, refusing to let go. “Sly,” I protest half-heartedly, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms as he pulls me into him. “We can’t stay here all day. Don’t you have a kingdom to run? Shouldn’t we check on the war?”“Yes and yes,” he responds, nuzzling my neck. “But not right now. Right now, I’m kissing my beautiful wife.” Around us the world is waking up again, a world we helped create.“But I want to see what happened,” I insist as he nuzzles into my neck, his lips caressing his mark on my neck. “You know what happened,” he mum
[The Moon Goddess]My children gather in three places, the past, the present and the future. The Alpha King and his Witch Queen, along with their companions–the Dark Prince and his Lady Death, the True Knight and his Maiden Luna, each couple making one of the points of the eternal triangle of change. The King and Queen take the beacon of hope in their hands, lighting the way, bringing the others into the new reality that together, as a circuit, they create in their minds and hearts. A new path. A new chance.As I watch from above, unable to touch more than their hearts, it begins again, like so many times before. Around and around in a cycle. These destined pairs dance along the threads of fate that weave their hearts into a tapestry both bright with light and heavy with purpose and moments of regret. But this is the way it is with life. It is a making…and an unmaking. Both are the same, in the greater scheme of time. A cycle ever completing itself. What has happened before might ha
[Hazel]Rudy takes my hand and immediately, power surges between us as our bodies seek equilibrium, just as they would if we were both witches. His witch blood is almost completely dormant, coming from a distant ancestor through his maternal grandmother, but since destroying the last of the drones together with his strength guiding my power, I’ve sensed something different about the flavor of his power. It’s as if whatever small part of him was connected to magic had somehow sparked to life, and with each passing hour, more of his witch essence is bubbling to the surface, energizing his already dominant alpha aura. He still smells like my mate, but his power tastes…different. Richer with more nuanced undertones of something that sparks with spice and power. Inhaling deeply, I let his scent roll around on the back of my tongue as I squeeze his hand firmly, feeling his love and desire to help to flow through our bond.“I love you too,” I say through our link. When his eyes spark, glowi
[Hazel]The hidden train carrying us from the station at Devil’s Ridge, just beyond Moon River City, to the coastal town of Crescent City, moves swiftly, faster than any monorail on the surface. Even the elegant train in Moon River City, the most sophisticated civilian transport in the west, feels slow compared to the rapid movement of this 50-year-old rail system. According to Dan, our pilot, it had been built in secret by a group of loyal engineers and capable soldiers using the best available to wolfkind. “We had a wolf-born artificer at the time,” he explained. “Pup by the name of Silas Silverclaw. He had enough witch in him to charm any piece of metal between his paws, but was alpha enough to have a wolf and live as part of the pack. Kinda like that young witch, what’s his name, Patrick?” “Parris,” I corrected him. “Parris Abernathy.” The pilot nodded and continued his story, telling all who would listen about the labors involved in making this amazing contraption. With its co
[Apple] I shouldn’t have ever turned my back on my brother, especially after I knew how damaged his wolf was and how much he hated himself. Now, trapped in a wolf form until his body is done healing, Calyx has nothing left but anger now that the initial pain has subsided. It was because of my actio
[Two weeks ago] I shouldn’t feel drawn to her. I don’t believe in fate, or mates, or any of that nonsense. I wasn’t born to be a wolf. I wasn’t born to be anything but a sacrifice and a tool to be used and discarded. “That’s not true,” my progenitor says proudly, patting me on the back. “Whatever
[Apple] When the dust settled and the truck came to a halt, two middle-aged men came stumbling out, half drunk, patting themselves on the back. "Damn it, Doc, that was fun," Evan Paige, Zion's father and the Mayor of Pleasant Valley, laughs as he dusts off a set of fatigues. He's a handsome man, a
[Sylvester]The witches quickly take over the search. Soon, Rudy and I had nothing more to do than watch. I may be a newly discovered hybrid, the first wolf mage in generations, but I’m still learning my way around magic. At this point, unless it involves brute force or stunning an entire crowd with







