LOGINAnd alas, so it ends.Here we are again, at the end of another adventure. And this was, quite possibly, one of the most difficult endings I've ever written.Thank you so much for stopping by and for all the support. I see all of you, and I appreciate every single one of you. The gems, the comments, even the little suggestions and observations along the way - I so enjoy reading your thoughts.This book was a little more plot heavy, denser, and moodier than I expected it to be. Hopefully, the next one won't be quite so... depressing and bleak.Thanks for sticking around. I appreciate you.Much love,Celice
LyricHe is infuriating in the mornings.That's the thing no one tells you about mating with an ancient, immortal Lycan king - they don't have alarm clocks in their soul. Noah wakes up at whatever hour he decides to wake up, which is invariably an hour before I'm ready, and then he just lies there, being pointedly awake at me."I can feel you staring," I tell him."I'm not staring. I'm looking.""What's the difference?""Staring implies something unflattering. I'm appreciating what I have."I open one eye. He's propped up on one elbow, looking down at me with those steel grey eyes and that insufferable almost-smile that he knows I cannot resist. His dark hair is doing something architectural that shouldn't be attractive and absolutely is."It's too early," I tell him."It's past nine.""It's too early," I say again, on principle.He laughs, the sound is low and warm, and drops back down beside me, pulling me into him. I let him because this one specific thing, the solid warmth of him
NoahThe mages and what’s left of the vampires leave the next day. But we stay. We wait for our packs that had been set free from that death trap valley where Bryce almost destroyed us.A week later, we’re all together for one last, glorious night together on that beach, drinking and feasting like only Lycans can, before we pass out all over the sand and what’s left of the promenade.Haldor leaves at dawn.He hugs Lyric so tightly I think I hear a few ribs crack, nearly breaks my hand when he shakes it, claps Darrian so hard on the back that the boy stumbles forward two steps, and then the ancient viking simply walks to the ocean where his warriors wait in their boats.We watch the row out on the glittering ocean. Old school to the bitter end."Will he be alright?" Darrian asks."Haldor has survived everything the world has ever thrown at him," I say. "He'll outlive all of us."Darrian nods, apparently satisfied with that, and goes back to turning fish over a fire that he built himsel
NoahShe's breathing, but her heartbeat is so faint that I can’t hear it, so I keep checking, every few seconds, like a man possessed. I press my fingers to the pulse point on her throat and count.It’s still there. Faint and steady. Stubborn in a way only she can be."You can stop doing that," Lyric says without opening her eyes. "I'm not doing anything.""You're checking my heartbeat.""I'm not."She opens one eye. The light green of it, even here on this miserable frozen rock, is the best thing I've seen in months. "You're a terrible liar for someone who's been alive for thousands of years.""Shut up," I tell her, and press my lips to her forehead. I feel some enormous, awful tension in my chest begin to, very slowly, unknot itself.She's way too cold. This frozen hellhole of a place is leaching all the warmth out of her, sucking her dry like The Towers did. I lift her into my arms, shielding her against the freeze with my own body, and look around at what's left of the battlefiel
LyricThe portal smells like the end of the world.Cold rushes through it first, a wall of it, the kind that doesn't just chill your skin but gets into your teeth and behind your eyes. Then the smell is almost unbearable - iron and something ancient, something that has never once been warm.I look over my shoulder at Noah who is standing there with his eyes fixed on me, his expression unreadable, lips pulled into a thin line. But nods at me, and that gives me the courage to step through.The sky on the other side is the colour of a bruise that never healed. Not dark enough to be night, not light enough to be day. Just that ugly, infected purple-grey that sits between the two. The ground is frozen solid, but there's no snow, no ice catching the light. Just hard, dead earth cracked in long fissures that crunches under my feet.No trees. No grass. No birds.Nothing alive here except the wolves.And there are so many of them.Fear spreads through me like the ice that rules this place, tu
Noah“Lyric,” I stop my mate as we start to wander down the ruined path that leads to the beach. “Hang back for a moment.”She stops and looks up at me with a frown. I wait until everyone is far enough away, then switch to the mind link just in case. “What was that?” I ask her.“What was what?” She asks, immediately defensive. “Me standing up for myself and the plan I believe in?”Yes, I found her plan problematic, but I don’t tell her that. She’s a queen finding her power, defiance is to be expected. “No. I felt something from you earlier. Like… a vibration of magical energy.”She pales a little and nods. “Yuh- you felt that?”“Yes. What was it?”“I don’t know. It scared me.”I can see why. It was pure-white rage made manifest inside my mate. My touch calmed her, but I have a feeling if I weren’t there, it would have exploded out of her like a nuclear bomb. “Do you know?” she asks. “What that was?”I shake my head. “Some kind of magic. It might be temporary, or it may be something ne
NoahThe next two days pass in a slow haze of something that I’d usually call boredom, but at the same time I’m hyper aware of everything that’s going on around me.Lyric spends her days with Ally, pretending to be the ‘perfect little mate’ and a ‘she-wolf who knows her place’ because that pleases m
NoahThe shower stall is barely big enough for one person, let alone two, but I do not care. The cheap plastic curtain has been replaced with a newer, thicker curtain that still won’t stop the water from splashing on the floor.The motel’s thin bar of soap and tiny, cheap motels of shampoo and some
Noah“What am I supposed to say?” Lyric asks in my head.She’s nervous. I put her on the spot. A part of me regrets it and wishes I prepared her before today, another part of me knows that she needs to be forced into her role or she’ll never accept it.“Just tell the truth about him,” I answer her.
LyricI step out of the car and look around at the place I’m starting to think of as home, at least temporarily. I inhale deeply and immediately wish I didn’t. The place reeks of body odour, shit and piss. It carries in on the breeze from the lake. “How are the people not dying?”“Flora broke the







