I heard Trin's soft laughter, seeming to find the whole situation highly entertaining, but Matteus' voice sounded strangled. Panicked, even. "AVA! Please!" he cried out, and I could hear the heartache in his voice, a sound of something lost.
The others heard it too, and it only seemed to infuriate Saxon even further, Matteus' pleas cutting off with a loud crunch, sounding like it was inflicted by a solid fist. More sounds of a physical altercation followed, though it ended quickly, no doubt by Saxon's brute strength.I kept my back turned, and simply kept walking. Whatever followed wasn't my problem. Or so I thought. It was only moments later that I felt a strong pair of hands around my waist, easily lifting me and draping me over his shoulder. Haden, I realised. It seemed he had a knack for creeping up quietly."Put me down!" I hissed angrily, squirming and struggling against his grip, trying to make him drop me. His only response was giving my ass a firm spank, making me cry out more from indignation and shock than from the actual sting. "Cut it out," he said impatiently, as he carried me back over to their group. "No! Let me go!" I growled angrily as I struggled all the harder, earning myself another firm spank."You're not going anywhere," he said, all too calmly, his grip still holding me firm. "Except with us," Saxon added, coming closer and squatting down near my upside down face. He tangled his hand in my hair, firmly, yet more gently than Matteus had done the day previous, and forced me to look at him. He lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with a look of fierce, possessive jealousy, "Despite what these pathetic runts seem to think, you belong to me."My eyes widened as I stammered wordlessly, trying to shake my head, though it was held firmly in place."And you'll find me to be very protective of what's mine," he added, in a voice that send a cold shiver right through me. "I'm not going back there," I insisted, finally finding my words again, and he raised an eyebrow at me, "Oh? And where exactly do you plan on going?""Anywhere but there," I growled stubbornly, glaring at him in a way that could only be taken as a challenge. His eyebrow climbed higher as he looked at me for a long moment, but I held his stare, despite the knot of uncertainly forming in my stomach. Suddenly, he gave a soft laugh, shaking his head as he straightened again, "Fine. Trin, you seem to find her.. amusing. You can babysit while she gets herself lost out here. We'll find you on the way back."Trin seemed delighted, "Oh, this should be fun!" she exclaimed with excitement, "Seri, you should join us!" The other woman with their group snorted derisively, "Not a chance, you can keep that kind of 'fun' all to yourself." A few of the others laughed softly, and then louder as one added, "Yeah, you wouldn't want to break a nail, Serena." As Haden turned me upright and put me down, I noticed Serena's frosty, piercing glare at the one who uttered it, and got the distinct feeling that she wasn't someone to cross.Trin immediately began walking over to me, smiling brightly, but Saxon caught her arm, whispering something in her ear that made her smile falter, just for a moment. She studied me closer then, and nodded, the faintest of frowns on her features, before her wide smile returned just as quickly as it had faded. "Have fun, see you in a few days!" she said cheerily as she stepped next to me, linking her arm through mine and grinning at me.The rest of them began moving again, Saxon pausing to pull the twins roughly to their their feet, both of them looking worse for wear, though not badly injured. How much their rapid Lycan healing might have to do with that, I couldn't tell. Haden lingered a moment, giving Trin a long, pointed look, and she nodded, looking more serious again for a moment."I know," she whispered reassuringly, only loud enough for the three of us, "She's safe with me." Haden nodded, and turned to me, giving me a small, but warm smile, as he reached out to touch my cheek gently with the back of his fingers. It almost seemed.. tender. "See you soon," he said quietly, before reluctantly turning to follow the others, sparing a few glances over his shoulder at us as he left.Saxon turned to do the same, I noticed, though he made it look like he was waiting for Haden. Yet I could feel his piercing, icy gaze, somehow seeming just as reluctant to turn around and leave. This kind of sudden, possessive behaviour would have been unsettling enough from just one of them, but from both, especially combined with the twins' change in demeanor, it was enough to make my head spin."Seems like you're real popular," Trin said teasingly, as we watched them go. The twins were looking back now too, and I shook my head, confused. "That couldn't be further from the truth," I muttered, turning and trying to walk towards the South again. She kept her arm linked with mine though, allowing me to walk, but only further forwards the East - and further into Crimson Forest's territory.She raised an eyebrow at me as we walked aimlessly, "Yeah?" she asked, and I nodded. "Yeah," I said flatly, not really wanting to discuss my life with her, especially now that I had so many unanswered questions about it myself. She was determined though, or perhaps just incapable of taking a hint, "Well, you could at least tell me your name," she suggested. I sighed, "Ava," I said shortly, and she paused, studying me a moment, before continuing on."Huh. It's pretty, but it doesn't suit you," she said, still sounding so bubbly, and I blinked in surprise at her bluntness. "It.. doesn't?" I asked, and she smiled, shaking her head. "Nope, not a bit," she said, quite happily, and I frowned at her, "Why? And how do you know? You don't even know me.."She laughed brightly at that, "It's too.. precious," she said, grinning as I raised an eyebrow at her, uncertain whether to be offended or not. "You're pretty, just like the name, but you're fierce, too. I can feel it." I stared at her for a long moment, falling quiet, and she smiled, "I'm right, aren't I?" she asked as we continued walking, and I nodded thoughtfully, "Yeah, I guess you are."Her smile widened, "Mine's Trinity, but it doesn't fit me either," she said conversationally, "So everyone just calls me Trin." I nodded silently, and she seemed to take it as an invitation to keep talking, "I guess it's kind of hard to shorten Ava though. Only three letters and all.." I nodded again, and she sighed, stopping, "So are you really just planning on walking aimlessly?" I shrugged, and she rolled her eyes."What else would I do?" I asked her, "I'm certainly not ever going back to Silver Waters, and I've never been anywhere else to know.." I trailed off as she grinned, a look of sudden enthusiasm in her eyes. "What?" I asked impatiently, and she grinned wider, turning us in a slightly different direction and continuing on. "Well, lucky for you, I do know," she said, without elaborating any."You could try," Elyanna suggested tentatively, just as I felt Ceridwen stir in the deepest recesses of my mind once more. Even at such a distance, I could sense her strong feeling of reluctance. "Try what?" I asked, my voice unsteady, and both elder womens' stares snapped sharply to me. Elyanna opened her mouth to explain, seeming almost as reluctant as Ceridwen had felt before she'd slunk away into nothingness once more, but Mathilde caught her eye, shaking her head. "I can.. read people's beasts. Even communicate with them directly, but if she is unwilling.." she said after a long moment, and I nodded understanding.'Ceridwen?' I called to her gently, within my mind, but it was met with only hollow, empty silence. "I don't think she.." I began to explain, pausing as Mathilde pursed her lips and nodded, as though she'd fully expected the negative response. "What's wrong with her?" I asked, finding it impossible to keep a worried tremble from my voice, "Could she be hurt? The pois
I barely noticed the look of approval that was exchanged between the other three women, unable to tear my focus away from Saxon. I should have been angry. Hell, I should have furious, that he would try and take that decision away from me. And yet.. I couldn't be. All I felt in that moment was a pure, intense and unfathomable rush of love for him, and how hard he tried to protect me. My eyes welled up as they met his, and I could see all of his raw emotions in them. His love, his rage, his fear.. all of it, so intense and unbridled. But still, I shook my head. "I have to, Sax. I have to try," I said gently, yet stubbornly. I knew I couldn't give in, not to this. I needed to know. He shook his head and opened his mouth to argue, but Elyanna spoke first. "It is my abilities that might be able to remove this block from her mind, but Mathilde's might be able to reveal things.. in other ways," she said carefully, with a unreadable look exchanged with other elder women. "Is it safer?" Sa
My instincts were immediately to argue, to defend Mama, yet a glance from Saxon made me hesitate. She had lied. About a lot. Mostly to protect me, or at least I'd thought so, but there were many lies, all the same. "Three?" I repeated, a little shocked by that, and the two elder women nodded in unison. "But.. I don't remember.." I said, knowing that Lycans had developed memories much younger than that. Surely werewolves weren't so dissimilar? I'd always believed as a child that my later memory development was a human thing. But of course, that turned out to not be true, either. "Shouldn't I remember?" I asked, and Elyanna and Mathilde both nodded again. "Yes," Mathilde said gravely, shooting a pointed look at Elyanna, "You should remember.""Tilda," Elyanna said, a warning obvious in her tone, but Mathilde brushed it off, arguing. "Ely," she responded, mimicking both the familiarity and tone. "She needs to remember," she continued, though Elyanna shook her head in disagreement. "Wh
Laila and Saxon moved towards the doorway, but I hesitated, blinking in surprise. "Before the fall?" I repeated, confused, but Elyanna only motioned me inside again, with a polite, "If you would please, Luna Ava."I frowned, but followed the other inside, exchanging a glance with Saxon, though his look was unreadable. Looking around, I saw that Laila was right, they had made the cabin very cosy, especially for what would have been a dusty, disused building as recently as a week ago. It was now filled with unusual furniture, colourful blankets and tapestries, and a diverse array of candles, crystals, and trinkets, some of which seemed quite purposeful, while others seemed purely decorative. My curiosity-filled staring was interrupted by another woman entering from an inner room, carrying a tray of teacups, and a steaming teapot. She set them on a table in the centre, and seated herself on one of the couches, motioning for us to do the same. "Come, sit," she said, it sounding like ne
For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt Ceridwen suddenly stirring in the deep recesses of my mind, as though awakened by the sound of their names. Did the witches mean something to her? Did she somehow remember the witches themselves? It might be possible, I guessed, not knowing a whole lot about our inner beasts before our coming of age revealed them, but her cool and distant silence gave nothing away. Still, I felt her watching, listening, waiting.. for something. I realised it was the first time I'd felt her presence since Reagan's poison had begun to take effect.I drew a deep breath, and nodded gratefully in acceptance of Laila's offer. "Yes, thank you. There's much I'd like to ask them," I answered, and Laila gave a sympathetic smile, "I hope they will have the answers, and closure, that you're hoping for," she said. 'Do you remember them?' I tried to ask Ceridwen, but she only retreated back into the darkest parts of my mind, her presence imperceptible once aga
I woke late the following day, so late that by the time I made it downstairs, breakfast was long done with, and lunch almost ready. I yawned sleepily as I headed to the large window that separated the kitchens from the dining hall, and peered through, looking for Marta. She popped up almost immediately, placing some heavily laden sandwich platters on the window's counter, jumping slightly in surprise at finding me there waiting. "Oh, goodness!" she said, sounding flustered, "You startled me, Ava, but gosh it's good to see you, dear." She smiled warmly as she looked me up, down, and allover. "And to see you looking so well, we were all so worried," she continued, pausing briefly to turn and give orders to a few rushed-looking Omegas in the kitchens behind her. "Here, help an old lady out," she said as she turned back to me and pushed the platters over, "Take these out to the tables, and come back for more. I'll make up a special one for your table," she added with a wink and a warm