*Rafe*“They’re just lazy, that’s all there is to it,” Kris says with a flourish of his hand and a shrug of his thin shoulders. “We need to whip them back into shape.”The carriage bumps along over uneven ground. The mechanics are top of the line, making it as smooth as possible, but the roads away from the area near the castle are not maintained like the roads I’m used to traveling, and it’s not comfortable.Not that I leave the castle much. Until King Axel declared that I would take over the throne for him, to me and a few of the other royals, not the entire kingdom yet, I rarely left the castle. Now, I find myself visiting a new village at least three times a week.But we are on our way back to the castle now. I’ve seen several smaller villages in one day before visiting Beoutown. That took longer than expected. While I’d sent Kris to fetch and deliver the food, Zeke had been off on his own errand, and I’d taken a walk through the woods. I’d wanted to visit Stone River, the site of
*Ainslee*Laughter spills from inside our house. I stand outside with my arms wrapped tightly around my body, watching the familiar forms of our neighbors’ pass between the candles lighting the small dwelling and the windows. A smile takes over my face. I can’t remember when I last heard that sound—laughter--but it makes me happy to know that, at least for one night, some of the people in the village here can find something to be joyful about.“Cold?” Lenny’s voice cuts through the darkness as he comes to stand next to me.“A little,” I admit. The two of us back further away from the house, finding shelter beneath our favorite pine tree. We’ve spent many hours sitting here together, discussing the fate of Beoutown and our fellow wolf shifters. I’m always cynical and pessimistic. My pragmatic friend often reminds me that things tend to work out for the best. I’m not sure I agree with that, but today I feel more hopeful than I have in years.Beyond the tree, the moonlight gleams on a cr
*Rafe*King Axel looks smaller than usual behind his desk, though I’m not sure why. His graying hair, long and thick despite its change in color, hangs loose around his shoulders. He leans back in his chair, listening to our reports, saying very little until we finish going over everything we’ve discovered while we were on our mission to collect data about the status of the wolf shifter villages.“I feel the only way to get some of these territories back under control is through a culling,” Kris is saying. “Leadership in several of them told us just that. I saw such unruly behavior, such blatant disrespect for the crown.” He shakes his head, clearly still irritated with what went on in Beoutown.“Disrespect for the crown?” King Axel doesn’t hesitate to speak up now. “In what way?”“Well, in one town, an insipid girl called Prince Rafe all sorts of horrible names and nearly attacked him in the streets just for bumping into her.” Kris exaggerates the story, and I find myself growing irr
*Ainslee*Two days after the incident with the vampires, I wake up feeling better than I have in a long time. Food makes a world of difference, and as I stretch and yawn, looking out the window at a still dark sky, the feeling of renewal has me looking at the world in a more positive light.It’s difficult to pull myself from bed without disturbing the littles, but I must. The trash has to be collected, and then, I need to go donate blood. We have a bit of food leftover from the basket the vampires dropped off, but not as much as I’d hoped. My mother didn’t do a very good job of hiding the unperishable items from the neighbors, so they ate a lot of the bread, fruit, and vegetables, besides the meats and cheeses we’d asked them to share with us. We have enough to last us a few more days if no one comes calling, begging for more from our gift. I’ll have to keep up with my usual schedule if I want to make sure that my family continues to eat, despite the unexpected gift we were given.I’d
*Rafe*King Axel is quite chatty tonight. He pauses in his description of the house he plans to move to in a few months to take another sip from his goblet. I nod and do the same. Every night this week, he’s gone into elaborate detail about his plans once he retires. While I don’t mind hearing them, there are only so many times I can tell him I’m ecstatic that he’s going to have more time to work in his gardens.His two daughters sit on either side of us with me across from him. We’re having an intimate dinner tonight, as we do several times a week. No advisors. No other nobles. Just the four of us. “The Royal Four,” as King Axel likes to call us. He is obviously the leader with the two princesses and I as the other ranking nobles. Sometimes I wonder why he chose me all those years ago to be his next in line. All he’s ever said is that he saw something in me, whatever that means.“Maybe you’ll meet another woman and have someone to share all of this with.” Sophia smiles prettily at he
*Ainslee*My fucking sock is wet.Again.It’s a chilly night, yet we are all standing outside of the mayor’s office on the lawn. Earlier in the day, the town criers had spread the word that there would be a village meeting this evening at sundown. Everyone is expected to be there. No one has any idea what the meeting is about, at least, not any idea with merit. A lot of rumors are whirling about town. I’ve heard everything from a murderer is on the lose to that a volunteer army is being formed because Warfang is about to attack us, but I don’t think any of that is true.I do have an idea why the mayor has called this meeting, and the idea of it has my stomach sitting like a rock in the bottom of my gut.Lenny stands about five feet from me, saying nothing. His family is huddled around, trying to keep warm, though their cloaks are in better shape than my family’s. Each of my parent is holding a little to keep them warm, our thin blankets wrapped around their bodies. I’d tried to take S
*Ainslee*My arms are sore. Every time I move one of them, it hurts. But I am home, sitting on the couch, drinking some warm water and nibbling one of the last pieces of bread.I shouldn’t be. My family will need it when I’m gone. Though, my stepfather did remind us all on the way home that anyone who has a family member chosen for the culling receives an extra 100 vlads per week as a gift from the king. That’s probably meant to provide plenty of food to make up for that person’s absence, but as I discussed with Zeke, that’s not the case in our village.“How are you?” Mom sits down next to me and lovingly strokes my hair. Standing outside in the damp weather has her coughing again. I should’ve insisted on holding Sinead, but my sister only wanted her. Now, Mom is not doing well, and I feel miserable.“I’m okay. I thought they were going to kill me,” I admit.She sighs. “You’ve got to watch that mouth of yours, my love. I know you come by it naturally. Your father was the same way. Bu
*Ainslee*The transport vehicle jars all of us as it goes over the rough terrain. It’s still cold, but it’s warmed up a bit since the sun came up. So far, the reactions are almost as different as the twenty of us. A few of the younger kids are crying. The older ones, the almost adults, the ones that should be able to shift if they weren’t so fucking tired, are angry.And a lot of them keep glaring at me.I’m waiting for someone to say this is my fault, to just go ahead and put words behind the evil looks, but no one has done it yet. I keep my eyes focused out the slats between the timbers holding this rickety piece of shit together the best I can and try not to lose it.“We should talk strategy,” one of the older guys, Nelson Pebbles, says. He’s a short, stocky guy, about five years older than me. If this culling would’ve happened in three years like it was supposed to, he would’ve been too old. That’s true for four or five of these angry people.“Shit, I meant to go talk to Mark Beav