“Wait! No, no, no,” Samyak chanted. My arm froze in mid-air, ready to push the kitchen door open fully.
“What?” I frowned. I couldn’t smell anything; I’d assumed he was cooking us dinner, but the usual scent of fried onion and garlic wasn’t seeping through the air as it so often did.
“Wait there. Sorry,” he added, poking his head through the crack in the doorway. He smiled dopily at me, and I cocked my head at him with a smile.
“I thought you were calling me because it was ready?”
“I was. But I just need you to grab me something from the bedroom. Then stand outside, right by the front door. Okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded, the bridge of my nose crinkling with confusion. “What do you need me to get?”
“Could you get me something warm – a big jumper will do
“I’ve set up a meeting with the rogue pack’s Alpha.” Ace sounded calm, but his eyes were wide and dilated. They were childlike, but not playful as they so often were; today, they were scared.We were stood uncomfortably in Alpha Felix’s office. There was a coiled tension in the air, like the wound neck of a python ready to spring. My body felt mechanical, like an automaton on autopilot, as Ace spoke.I felt the same fear reflected within myself. There was an undeniable pit, and I felt my sanity drop into it at his words. I inhaled, one single, shuddering breath, and then I straightened my back out, and stood a little taller.“When is it?” Alpha Felix asked.“Tomorrow. They said they wanted to hear what we had to say. But there’s one condition.”“Well?” Alpha Felix pounded his fist down onto the desk, so hard that his mug of coffee rattled. The liquid inside splashed, and a single drop slid down the ceramic. “What is it?” He barked.His temper had been short lately, particularly where A
“Arienne–“ Samyak said, his tone startled. His eyes no longer looked black; now they were a bright, translucent brown, like a crisp, autumnal leaf held up to the sun.“Why didn’t you want me to take this book, Samyak?” I asked. My own voice was devoid of emotion, and I could hear a sharp inflection to each word that I had not intended to use.He looked as though he’d been slapped. Outside, the sky began to darken with thick, oppressive clouds.“I – I don’t mind. I just didn’t think you’d want it,” he stammered. “That’s why I put it down.”“Okay,” I said, my eyes narrowed. I clutched the book close to my chest, and looked away from him, my nose and chin hoisted into the air.“Ari…” he trailed off. From the corner of my eye I saw him exhale heav
My heart shattered as Samyak pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. I could feel the force of his love behind it, of his fear and his regret and his guilt and his worry, all bundled up into one brief touching of lips to my skin.After a while the tears stopped, and I sat blankly, my eyes staring at nothing, as Samyak whispered in my ear.I shrugged him off, and turned to face him with flaming, dark eyes. He gaped at me, a fish with flapping gills, as I met his gaze.He looked soft. I felt hard, impenetrable. But he was made of curves, of pillows and cushions, of comfortable blankets and a thick duvet on a winter morning. I was the bitter chill that clung to the air like frostbite.“What’s the Great Tnyun?” I asked. My voice sounded cold, too.Samyak pulled back, and looked at me quizzically. “An old legend of our pack. Why?”&
I found myself thinking about everything but the notes in front of me as we drove to the meeting point. I missed my truck; Samyak’s car was too sleek, too comfortable. I realised that made no sense, but I stuck my nose into the air as I thought it. Yes, his car was too comfortable.I settled myself back on the too-comfortable seat and stared resolutely out the window. The trees were thick with orange leaves, save for the evergreens rocking gently in the light breeze behind them. The curved edge of the road was littered with a myriad of brightly coloured leaves, in bold reds, ochre yellows, and wilted browns, that had been discarded by the gnarled branches above. Some of them looked damp and crumpled, sodden where they had been trampled into the tarmac.Samyak had not spoken a word to me all morning. There was an uncomfortable tension in the air, and it existed within our mate bond, too. I was not used to feeling nothing from h
With my hand on the car door, I turned to Samyak. His eyes looked withered, and unnaturally old before their time. There were wrinkles lining his forehead, and dark bruises were stamped beneath his eyes onto his usually flawless brown skin.“Samyak?”“Yeah?” He sounded hopeful, and I smiled at him softly.“I love you.”“I love you too, Ari. Be safe.”I closed the car door quietly. I held my small notepad in my fingers, and the starchy paper rubbed against my palms. There was no sound as I stepped into the forest, save for the crunch of twigs beneath my feet. There were no warbling birds, no scurrying footsteps of small creatures, and no hum of insects. It was eerie, and the arching boughs of the trees surrounded me. I swallowed thickly, suddenly finding that my mouth was parched. My bone-dry tongue ran across the back of my bo
Despite my fear, I stuck my chin out as far as I could. “I have already given you information which you did not previously possess. Agree to my truce, Gedeon.”He sneered down at me, the curiosity of his dark blue eyes undercut by his arrogance and building fury. The forest seemed to grow behind him, arching up and over my head. I felt small, incompetent.Then I had an idea.I did not want anyone to possess such otherworldly magick, such raw, heady power. But I needed him to agree to my terms, and we were stronger united. I had to hope that Gedeon would see that.“They – they control how much power they give you.” It was a guess, but I held my resolve as I stared into his eyes. Power seemed to be the only way to get through to him, and as his eyes crinkled I felt a smug sense of satisfaction. I’d guessed correctly.“Yes,” he p
Gedeon’s face turned pale. His eyes, so confident before, searched the mist and the trees for answers. Finding none, he turned his rigid gaze to meet mine.“You’re lying.”“I’m not, Gedeon. The magick they’ve promised you – the magick they’ve already given you a taste of. It’s not a human power. The dead members of your pack? They were taken by the hunters, experimented on. It’s only a matter of time before they come for you.”“No,” he snarled. His hands curled into fists, his nails dark and claw-like. “Yes!” I roared back. “It’s all here.” I shook the notepad in his face. “Look! Everything you need to know. It’s all in here. And it’s the truth. You cannot think me foolish enough to meet with you without facts, without words steeped in honesty. You know it, too. That’s why you’re repulsed. There is no gift offered for free in life, no power extended without exchange. It must have a source. A sacrifice must be made, and the greater the power, the greater the sacrifice. I do not doubt f
Samyak was waiting for me anxiously as I approached the car. He leapt out of his seat and jogged over to me, relief making his bottom lip quiver. The cold vial of serum I clutched in my hand burned, as though it was liquid fire rather than an ordinary plastic syringe.“Thank the Goddess,” he murmured, and then I was wrapped in his arms. His warmth encompassed me, and golden light flooded from his soul into mine. Our argument – if it could even be called that – was forgotten, for now at least.I buried my head against his chest, and felt a sob latch itself onto my throat. His soothing hands were in my hair, on my face, and then suddenly the anger was back. It rose up like a flame, scorching my skin as I pushed against his chest. The syringe was still latched in my hand, and I curled my fingers into a fist around it. My knuckles pressed into his pectorals, and his lips parted mournfully.&ldqu