Atticus
No matter how many times Atticus told himself that his move on the Sea Pine pack was tactical, and for the benefit of Blood Moon, there was a kernel of truth nestled somewhere deep within him that would not remain quiet.That kernel was the reason he had distanced himself from his parents, Ralphin, and Trove. He felt their judgement in waves whenever he was near to him, and Atticus could have sworn that their eyes followed him around their encampment whenever they stopped to rest.
They needed food. They needed a show of strength. But, above all, Atticus needed Lily.
He spent his nights curled up atop his bedroll, hardly noticing the way he shivered as his thoughts swirled within his skull. He imagined what his life would have been like had he not rejected her, and the pain of that imagined reality only served to send him spiralling further.
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ElijahElijah closed his fist around Lily’s garnet ring. It gave him strength; his own had depleted, seeping away with every passing hour that she was gone. He had not eaten or slept since Ieun had entered the room, his fate, his downfall, held like a bomb in the palm of his hand.With one day until the full moon, Elijah had a plan.“There have been no further reports of Red Ripper near our borders or territory,” said Caslein, sliding one of his rings up and down his finger. “As impossible as it sounds, they seem to have just disappeared.”“Taking Lily with them,” said Elijah, staring desolately out of the window.“You need to snap out if it.” Ithia took his hand, closing her fingers around his white-knuckled fist. “Self-loathing and regret won’t bring her back.”
Atticus“Two?”“Two of our wolves?”The chorus rose quickly, spreading through his pack like wildfire. Everywhere Atticus looked people were turning to their friends and family, their neighbours, ensuring that everyone they’d seen moments before was still beside them.But it was Alvaro’s words that cut through the crowd noise. “Calling off the attack?” he asked, stepping to the front of the amassed wolves. “After all we have been through the get to this point?”How dare his father make him look a fool in front of his pack?Atticus held up a single hand. In an instant, silence swelled.“Alpha? Which two?” asked Siras.Everyone nodded; some whispered, “Who’s missing?” to
LilyWithout her mother’s garnet ring adorning her finger, Lily’s hands felt oddly empty. The urge to twist the ring surged through her, and she found herself picking at her cuticles as she stared unblinkingly at her father.“I–“ she began, only to cut herself off. Lily shook her head.“No, Lily.” Her father took an uncertain step towards her.She closed the last of the distance between them and pulled him into a hug. “Dad,” she murmured, pressing her face into his neck. “I’m so sorry.”“I’m sorry, too.” He patted her back awkwardly. “I failed you.”“I failed you,” she said, words morphing and twisting around a sob. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I had to leave, but I should never have left wi
Lily Lily was jerked awake by the groan of the cell door opening. Still exhausted, she moved on fear alone as she pulled herself upright and combed her fingers through her knotted hair. Morvand stood in the doorway, glistening in the ethereal purple light of the veil that hung there. His long, bony nose looked particularly crow-like with the way the unusual light hit it. Lily recoiled at the sight of him. For his part, Efaffion – who had taken the form of her father again before falling asleep – just grumbled something unintelligible and shifted in his sleep. Lily envied his poise, his utter disregard for the Red Ripper pack. Now she knew him better, she supposed she understood. He had got himself into this situation, after all. He had trailed them, had picked out their weaknesses. To her, they were still very much unknown. “Get up, Princess,” growled Morvand, his eyes sparkling as though h
ElijahHalfway through the shifting purple light, a hand gripped Elijah’s bicep.“Alpha,” hissed Conall. “Stop. Listen.”Elijah turned, his frustration evident in his sharp gaze, but then he heard it, too: harsh voices, forced low, winding through the trees. Reluctantly, Elijah pulled free of the magic and stepped back, eyeing it warily.His wolves kept quiet. Even their hushed breaths sounded too loud as they strained to hear. It was two men – Elijah was sure of it. Their voices growled and grumbled through the pine trees, ricocheting back and forth but never quite loud enough to hear.And then a shout broke through the silence, sending slumbering birds soaring into the night sky.“You continue to lack faith in me!”Devyn took a step back. A twig snapped underfoot. Her eyes widened, so large and so white that they shone through the darkness. Her youth an ine
AtticusAtticus was angry at three things.The first was his father, for obvious reasons. He was a big-headed know it all, trumpeting his opinions loudly throughout the forest even though his love life and his decisions were, quite frankly, none of his business. Alvaro practically bristled with contained rage, though his eyes were endlessly sad as he stared at his son. That only made Atticus more angry.The second, though he would not admit it to anyone but himself – and even that was a struggle – was, in fact, himself. He was so close to Lily – so close he could almost feel her, could imagine the press of her soft skin against his, could feel the heat radiating from her body into his, could imagine how small she’d feel in his strong arms – and he was wasting time in allowing this ridiculous argument to continue. It was his fault he had lost her in the first place. He would not make the same mis
LilyLily stared at the cell wall without truly seeing it. Her long, wavy hair was matted and sweaty, and it itched all of the time. She no longer had the energy to lift her hand to scratch it.She didn’t know how long she’d been stuck there. For the first few days she had scratched a tally into the wall, but as the little lines had grown in number they’d served to make her more melancholy rather than being a reminder of hope.She also didn’t know where Efaffion had been taken. Apollo had come for him in the middle of the night – not that either of them had been sleeping – and had been all broad smiles and waggling eyebrows as he’d promised to take him somewhere deserving of a man with, “Such good ideas.”It was a lie. Lily knew that, and yet she couldn’t find any sympathy buried anywhere within her for the eleve. Their tenuous friendship, if it could even be describe
AtticusThe two Alphas strode ahead, brambles and branches catching their sides, their clothing, their hair, as they walked, heads held high, towards the veil. Even though Elijah knew the way, Atticus kept pace with him. Unwillingly to look weak, even in this most fragile of ways, he kept his gaze darting from Elijah’s feet to his legs and to his eyes, catching the most subtle of suggestions about which step he would next take so that Atticus could not only copy it, but pre-empt it.Atticus swore under his breath as yet another thorn twisted into his honeyed hair. Forced to pause, he dug thick fingers into his tangled hair and yanked the thorned vine free.And Elijah – damned arrogant stupid Elijah – stopped dead in his tracks and waited for Atticus to catch up. That only annoyed him more.“Thanks,” Atticus said, his voice pitched high and sickly sweet. If Elijah were going to out-honour him, then