Mag-log in“Are you saying my mother was in possession of something that only belonged to Lycan royals?” I asked.Edmund reached for the syrup and began drizzling it over his pancakes. “Ellie,” he said, glancing up at me, “do you know anything about your heritage?”I stared at the tablet. The wolf stared back,
Ellie’s POVThat night, I couldn’t stop thinking about that strange tablet. Around midnight, I finally couldn’t take it anymore, so I got up and turned on my overhead light, squinting, and carefully laid the tablet out on my desk.The picture I snapped probably wasn’t the best quality, a little blur
That thought settled heavy in my chest as I came around the last bend and the cottage came into view.It looked the same from the outside. The same stone path leading to the front door, the same flower beds along the front, although the flowers were dead now, dried up and frost-bitten from the cold.
Ellie’s POVI pulled the chair from the corner of the room over to the bedside and sat down. I started unpacking the containers, setting them out on the table. The smell of the rotisserie chicken filled the room immediately, warm and rich, and I heard Dominic’s stomach growl.“When was the last time
My stepfather had made financial arrangements contingent on Dominic becoming Alpha King.I thought about that on the walk home, and the further I got from the academy, the more pieces started shifting into place. Moments from my past life that I had nearly forgotten slowly filtered back in, and with
Ellie’s POVIt had been a long, tiring day. Finals were in just a few short weeks, and the semester was wrapping up with a mountain of projects and assignments. Just when one ended, another one seemed to pop up, and I felt like I was drowning. I was coming down the academy steps with my bag over one
My chest tightens. “You didn’t. But I can’t trust you.”The words surprise both of us.His form stiffens, slowly turning his head. “What did you say?”“You’ve lied,” I say. My voice shakes, and I hate that it does. “In the past. You used to use me. Treat me like crap. And I let you. Everything betwe
Ellie POV The rope hits the bottom of the pit with a dull thud.I look up to see Lucas’s face appear above us, scanning like he’s cataloging damage before he even opens his mouth.“Ellie,” he calls, voice steady. “Are you alright?!”“Yes,” I lie. “Can you tie yourself to the rope and I’ll pull you
Ellie POV The mountain watches us long before we reach it.By the time we gather at the clearing at its base, the air has turned sharp enough to sting when I inhale too deeply. Cold clings low to the ground, seeping up through the soles of my boots, settling into my calves.Even in daylight, jacket
“I hate this,” I mutter.“Being trapped?” he asks.“Being trapped with you.”He exhales softly. “No you don’t.”That pulls my gaze back to him.“What does that mean?!”His jaw tightens, just a fraction. “It means I didn’t ask for this pull either, Ellie.”The word hits low and slow.Pull.I swallow.







