Diana I let the air…or the lack of it, burn my lungs as I took one painful step after another. This seemed like the perfect solution to all of my problems. The wind whipped across my face as I stared at the water below me. It was a long way down. Enough that if I cast myself, no one would find me before I died. The speed of the fall would shatter my bones and make it impossible for me to swim my way out of the mess. It was death, guaranteed once I stepped off the ledge. All that it required was that I took that step. “This is better,” I tried to psyche myself, giving myself the pep talk that no one but me needed to hear. Death was better than the torture I had faced growing up – one that guaranteed itself to continue as long as I remained here. Why? I am Diana Crossfield. That’s why. I existed, and it was enough reason for my father to detest me so much, that hitting me became second place to throwing me in the ash cellar and locking me up for days. I was
Diana “He’s a powerful prince of the North, now,” my father said, his voice sounding sarcastically caring. Like it mattered. It didn’t. What mattered was getting rid of me. But I welcomed it. I was about to check myself out anyway. I had spent years wishing for a way out, a miracle—something to rip me from this place that never wanted me. And now, when it finally happened, it wasn’t on my terms. It was on his. Can’t a girl have something for once? Welp… “So?” I put on a sarcastic glare like I didn’t know where he was going with this. “You’re going to get married to him,” he clarified. I rolled my eyes, “Finally” “Have your clothing and materials ready before tomorrow. My men would come and take you naked if you’re not ready by the time they are,” his tone was dismissive as always. I was already walking out of the pack house by then. I had my bags packed before the sun went down and didn’t sleep through the night. A knock sounded at my door at first light
Diana The evening air burned my lungs as I ran. Branches tore at my arms, my legs, and my face, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. At some point, I had lost my shoes. My bare feet slammed against the damp earth, every frantic step sending a jolt of pain up my legs. But I welcomed the pain. It meant I was still alive. It meant I wasn’t in that carriage anymore, heading toward whatever nightmare my father had planned for me. I didn't care too much about life...or at least, I thought I didn't. But death this way? It felt unreal. I was supposed to leave on my terms, right? Why would he have the final laugh? No! Shouts rang out behind me, growing closer. They were chasing me. I pushed harder, the muscles in my legs screaming in protest. The forest was thick, but being left alone to my devices I had played in the woods as a child—I knew the twists, the roots, the places to hide. If I could just make it deep enough, I might have a chance. I might be able to
Edric Silence. Thick, suffocating, unrelenting silence, just how I liked it. I could tell she was uncomfortable. She dared not breathe heavily, and she stuck to only one corner of the room. It was almost as if one step from her would have me or Muzan pouncing I didn’t move either. I didn’t utter a single word. I simply kept my eyes on the parchment on my desk, and let my quill trace lines of whatever came to my head. “She thinks she is about to die,” thick, guttural groans only I could hear cackled. It was Bane, my wolf. “You blame her?” I hummed internally, holding back a chuckle. I could smell it on her. The dread stuck to the back of her throat like the bitter aftertaste of rum, and her pulse ran miles faster than Bane in the forest, chasing after a boar. “She fears us.” I didn’t respond. Of course, she feared us. They all did. In fact, at this point, it felt necessary. The more they feared him, the more likely they were to stay away from him, and as long as they d
Diana I stacked the last dish onto the drying rack and wiped my hands on my dress, exhaling loudly. The room was finally clean...well, as clean as I could manage without scrubbing the floors until my fingers bled. Save for my room, I have never done this before, so it's impossible to quantify what serves as 'clean'. For a second, I just stood there, my arms limp at my sides. What now? I didn’t belong here. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next. My entire life, I had been ignored, hated, or simply tolerated in my father’s house, but I still had a place there, even if it was at the bottom of everyone’s regard. Here, in this cold, eerie mansion with a man who could very well be my executioner, I had nothing. No role, no expectations...nothing except the nagging fear that my existence was balancing on a knife’s edge...and that edge was this man's will. The monster, the beast, whatever he was...hadn’t spoken since ordering me to clean. He had barely even ac
Diana“Mine.” I heard the word loud and clear. At first, I thought it was just a predatory growl or something that got stuck in his mouth.But no.He was uttering the word that claimed me as his possession.And here, I thought I could finally be free.“Just let me go,” I begged, not really even meaning it because I knew it was impossible.He was in front of me now, and faster than I could blink. I closed my eyes and longed for the inevitable end. My heart raced faster than my legs had run, and I just hoped that he wasn’t the type that liked to play with his food.I never thought about how I’d die.I just knew it was inevitable one day.“How do we do this?” he purred, his voice low and unnerving. It stiffened my spine.I stayed silent.“Slow and painful?” I felt a hot puff of air flood my face and when I opened my eyes, he was right there, in front of me.I couldn’t breathe. My body couldn’t will itself to, paralyzed with terror.“Or quick and painless?” his eyes glowed in the darknes
EdricI didn’t think she would run that fast. They usually didn’t.They usually ran immediately or after a long week of unbearable work designed to break their spirits.Either she was very stubborn or already broken.I was going to find out which.‘She obeys well…when you watch her,’ Bane offered, understanding my conflict.“I’m not going to watch her every waking moment, Bane,” I said out loud. I could talk out to my wolf when there was no one with me.It was something I was sure every werewolf did.They just never admitted it.‘I will. Just be around her.’“Shut up.”I got back to writing, trying to solve these equations, while simultaneously crafting some poetic pieces for the next festival.Muzan would represent me, since if I came out, the people would run, anyway.It wasn’t worth it.‘You don’t like her?’I didn’t know how to respond to that question. I mean…I didn’t like her, but only in the sense that I didn’t like anyone.Other than that, I couldn’t say otherwise.‘Your heart
DianaIt hurt to stand.But I had to. I would need to run…I thought. But he could catch me if he wanted to anytime.My entire body trembled, and I could barely see out of my tear-stricken eyes.He was faking it. This monster was faking being poisoned.Just how much of a mess is this? And how cruel were we to have put me in the jaws of something so inescapable? He should have just killed me.For the sake of the moon goddess, he should have put a knife through my chest and left me to bleed to my death!Muzan shook his head. “Come on, now, Diana -”“No, no…” Edric interrupted. “Let her be. This was a good try. If she does it often enough, I’ll get enough stomach upsets and just might let her go.”Muzan looked at me. “No, he would not let you go.”Edric chuckled…humorlessly. “I wouldn’t.”I did the only thing I could do.Cry.I’m sure I have cried more today than I have over the past week. Everything felt like it didn’t want to kill me. It just wanted to suffocate me enough to take the fi
EdricI knew I was drunk.It wasn’t the kind where I became loose and couldn’t carry my limbs around by my own will. No. This was the light kind of drunk…the one where I couldn’t carry my thoughts.The one where ideas became so enlightening, they couldn’t stay in just my head alone. They had to live with others.The bottle was already half-empty, and I wasn’t sure if I hated the burn in my throat or craved it. I sat on the floor of the study, back against the cold stone wall, legs stretched out, staring at the amber liquid inside the bottle like it held some kind of divine answer.It didn’t.Nothing did, and that’s why I was drinking.The door creaked behind me. Light footsteps.Diana.I didn’t turn. I didn’t have the strength to pretend, not tonight.“You shouldn’t be drinking,” she said softly, walking around until she was in front of me.“You say that like it matters.”She crouched down beside me, her hand hovering near the bottle but not taking it. Her eyes scanned my face, search
DianaI woke up beside him…again.The sheets were still warm where our bodies had shared space through the night, though we hadn’t touched. I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t remember being carried to his bed. The last time my eyes were open, I was screaming in pain, begging for my wrist to feel normal again.Muzan’s voice was an echo in the wind, and Edric’s warmth was the only other thing I could feel.He was already awake.He sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his eyes staring down at his open palms like they might hold answers. The veins on his face from the first time we did the spell of death were there. Long, spidering lines sat on his face, neither posing an immediate threat nor fixing anything.At least, none that I knew of.I hated seeing him like that.“Does it… hurt?” I asked, voice hoarse with sleep and something heavier.He didn’t look at me right away. “Not enough to die. Not enough to stop.”Just like I thought.That should’ve comforted
DianaThe hallway of mirrors was colder than I remembered.We hadn’t been here since the music box. Since when Edric and I discovered the one thing that somehow brought us closer.I remembered the revelation he had and the realization that this whole thing might have as well been linked to my mother and I“Luna,” he’d whispered, his eyes glassy as he told his cryptic tale. I still remember everything about this hall and the treacheries it held after.Edric walked beside me; his jaw tight. I could tell he was still thinking about the book we found in Muzan’s hands—The Key to Ramiuna. The words Blood Bride and Moon-touched Wolf were burned into both our brains, even though neither of us knew what they truly meant.Our minds raced with the possibility of what this all could be.We stepped into the center of the hallway, where the dust was thickest and the mirrors most broken. I was about to ask him if anything looked familiar when he suddenly jerked forward.His breath hitched. A loud,
EdricBreathing beside me.That was not something I was used to. As soon as I gained consciousness, that was the first thing I felt.Soft, easy breath.It could also have been someone trying to be careful.Either way, instinct prevailed and my first, thought was to reach for my dagger, but if Bane had physical hands right now, he would have slapped me.‘You stupid sod, you’re going to stab the girl!’ he groaned.The girl?I turned around, still a little wary, only to be met with the soft, feminine beauty in my bed.Diana. “How did she…”‘You have the memory of a fish,’ Bane tsked. ‘Well, how do you know fish have short memory?’ I asked him as the memory of me lowering her onto my bed, and then deciding to sleep in the same bed, came into view. Of course, I was the one who did this.‘Trust me…they do.’I sat up slowly, careful not to jostle the bed, and looked at her. She was still lost in sleep. I knew that because while awake, Diana always tried everything she could to stay away
Diana I stood at the open door, the cool early morning air a sharp thud against my back. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat urging me forward, out. The door he opened was never locked. Ever.But now, as he opened it, there was a deeper meaning to it. There was the intention behind it. This time, his opening the door meant something more serious than when I needed a short break.It meant a lot more than me running a few meters into the woods to chase after one of the pups in the wolf pack I had befriended.It promised freedom – an eternal repose to the conflict of being trapped in a place like this. It was the perfect escape, in the fact that it wasn’t an escape. I was being set free.I had cracked the code, right?Yet, my feet remained stubbornly rooted, as if invisible threads tethered me to the heavy stone of the mansion.My fingers twitched at my side, a restless energy I couldn't quite quell. Through the swirling fog that clung to the grounds like a shroud,
DianaI sat on the window ledge and used the morning breeze to cool my thoughts. The cold slab beneath me bit into my thighs and kept me painfully aware of what was going on.Of my reality.I couldn’t get it out of my head—his possessive, dominant kiss.He was rough and demanding, and it would have been nice if he had done it because he wanted to.No.He did it because he had to. Something about that didn’t sit right with me – it made me angry, even.I was saving my first kiss for bliss – for a moment of pure affection, one where I was truly liberated from all my oppression.And he stole that moment from me.He gave me one unforgettable but for the completely wrong reasons.Now, I would have the moment of my first kiss in the face of adversary, confusion…and hopelessness.“Fuck you, Edric,” I breathed, letting the exhale coarse through me and purge me of the angry thoughts. Like hell, it was going to work.I still couldn’t get over his lips…soft, yet used hard. His hands around my sho
DianaEdric opened the book and we peeled through the contents of the pages at the same time. But being a faster reader than I was, I was only able to scrape through words.While he, desperate for answers, turned the pages faster than my eyes could keep up with.At the end of it, though, he closed the book and looked up with a sigh of disdain.“What…what was it?” I asked, mental fingers crossed that it wasn’t anything overly disappointing.To give me an answer, he had to adjust his seat and take a deep breath.His answer was brief, but his explanation paved the way for what felt like a lifetime of thought and contemplation.Apparently, there was something that existed in the werewolf kingdom.Something usually scary, but now, exciting.The way alphas and lunas worked, was that there was an existing alpha for generations. Usually, the son of the alpha inherited that role.If the clan wasn’t satisfied, with the leadership of that alpha, they could nominate someone else to take over…or o
EdricWe left the hall of mirrors without finding the definitive answers, but we found something.I think that was the most important thing—that we kept moving forward, no matter what.Everything we did to get up to this point was simply searching, blindly looking for answers to questions we didn’t even know to ask.But here, we had a lead, and it lay in Diana’s hand.I couldn’t touch it, because it quite practically burned me.I looked down at my hands – the pain should have gone by now, and it was. But there were still the heat blisters. They were receding, though, a confirmation of my cursed immortality.I took a breath and looked straight ahead, trying my best not to look at the mirrors. Diana wasn’t aware of this, but anytime I looked at these mirrors, a splitting headache threatened to open my skull.I theorized that it was because they were things that I wasn’t supposed to remember, and Bane concurred.That didn’t stop me from coming here any time I was in the mood for a little
DianaI left his room after a while of what seemed to be meaningless ponders, the both of us too frustrated to even continue.What were we looking for?What did we hope to find?Perhaps that was what sealed our fate from the beginning.A problem shared is a problem solved, they say. So is knowing the problem. Knowing what needed to be solved.To find something, you must be able to identify it. We didn’t even know what we were looking for.Was it material? Was it abstract? Was it an emotion?Everything cluttered my lungs – the questions and lack of answers thereof. I needed air, and so, I sought that instead, edging over to the windowsill in the main hallway, overlooking the garden below.There was a ledge opposite me, where Edric promptly sat on, perhaps needing the same thing I did.Air.“I can’t even remember the name of the witch who cursed me,” he confessed with a silent tone, one that spelled his embarrassment at the situation. “Pathetic, no? Would’ve been a good start, if you as