LOGINOliviaMy dead mother had just called my name from underneath the Hawthorns’ house.A week ago, that sentence would have earned me a psychiatric evaluation.Today, it barely made the top five weirdest things that had happened to me.“Elara?” I whispered.Cassian caught my arm before I could move toward the basement.“No.”I looked at his hand.Then at him.He released me immediately.Progress.“If that is my mother, I’m going down there.”“Elara is dead.”“I know that.”The words hurt more than I expected.The voice came again.“Olivia, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid.”My eyes burned.I remembered that voice. Not perfectly. Time had taken pieces of my mother from me no matter how desperately I’d tried to hold on, but I remembered enough.“It isn’t her,” Cassian said quietly. “Not alive.”Ronan stepped toward the basement. “A memory.”That stopped me.“What?”“Aurelia stored memories in the earth. If Elara inherited the ability, she may have done the same.”Thomas looked down at the silve
OliviaRoots were growing through the Hawthorns’ floor.Not little roots either. Thick, twisting things had split the hardwood and wrapped themselves around Thomas’s bare feet like the house had suddenly decided to adopt him.Everyone stared.Thomas stared the hardest.Then Jeremy broke the silence.“Well, congratulations. You’re a houseplant.”Thomas looked at him. “I will bury you.”The roots moved.Actually moved.One snaked across the floor toward Jeremy.Jeremy jumped onto the couch.“Okay! Earth boy has no sense of humor.”Despite everything, I laughed.Thomas looked at me, and some of the tension left his face.Then another rumble came from beneath the house.The roots tightened.Ronan’s expression changed.“That wasn’t Thomas.”Of course it wasn’t.Because apparently we couldn’t have five minutes to enjoy Thomas becoming a magical houseplant before something else tried to kill us.“What was it?” Logan asked.Ronan looked toward the floor.“The land.”Richard frowned. “Our land
ThomasOne second Olivia had both hands twisted in my shirt.The next, I was standing in a forest.That wasn’t the strangest part.The strangest part was Titan wasn’t with me.For as long as I could remember, he’d been there. Sometimes quiet, sometimes irritatingly opinionated, but always a second presence inside my head. Now there was nothing except a silence so complete that panic hit me before I could stop it.“Titan?”Nothing.I turned in a circle. Enormous silver trees surrounded me, their branches woven together so tightly I couldn’t see the sky. Mist curled around my ankles, and somewhere in the distance, water rushed over rocks.“Olivia?”A woman laughed.I knew that laugh.Morgana.“Show yourself.”“You really are the quiet one.”Her voice came from everywhere.I clenched my fists. “Give me back my wolf.”“Oh, Thomas. I haven’t taken him.”“Then where is he?”“Exactly where you left him.”The forest shifted.Suddenly I could see the family room.My body was on the floor.Oliv
OliviaEvery wolf in the room bowed.Again.I was really beginning to hate that.“Stop doing that.”Nobody moved.“Seriously. Get up.”Ethan, Logan, Jeremy and Thomas had shifted during the exploding-window situation, which meant four enormous wolves were now lowered in front of me while Richard and the other pack wolves did the same. Even Ronan had dipped his head, although apparently ancient Guardian Beasts drew the line at putting a knee on the floor.The black flower opened another petal in front of me.I pointed at it.“And somebody get rid of that.”“No one touches it,” Cassian said.“Fine. Burn it.”“No.”“Flush it?”Jeremy shifted back.Naked.I immediately looked at the ceiling.“For the love of God, can we start keeping emergency pants in every room?”“That’s actually not a bad idea.”“Jeremy.”“Right. Evil flower.”A blanket hit him in the face. Thomas had shifted back and somehow managed to grab one before Jeremy.I didn’t ask.I was learning survival skills.Logan shifted
EthanThe lights went out two seconds after Ronan told us Morgana only had to kill one of us.Perfect fucking timing.Maximus surged so hard beneath my skin that my claws punched through my fingertips. I couldn’t see Olivia, but I could feel her through the bond, and right now that mattered more than anything else.Olivia?I’m here.Her answer came immediately.Then Brutus.Logan.Titan.Thomas.Helios.Jeremy.Four anchors.Still alive.Still connected.I reached blindly until my hand found Olivia’s arm. She jerked, then relaxed when she realized it was me.“It’s me.”“Please tell me this is a normal power outage.”Something crashed in the hallway.“No.”“Of course not.”Gold suddenly flickered beside me.Olivia’s palm began glowing.She stared at it.“Well, that’s convenient.”The light spread enough to reveal Logan on her other side, Thomas and Jeremy moving toward us and Ronan standing exactly where he’d been before the room went dark.Dad had Mom and Lily behind him.Cassian was
LoganOlivia stared at Ronan for so long I started wondering if she’d finally reached the point where her brain simply refused to accept any more information.Then she laughed.Not a normal laugh. More like the sound somebody made right before they snapped.“So Queen Aurelia is my great-grandmother.”“Yes,” Ronan said.“And Morgana is her daughter.”“Yes.”“My grandmother.”“Yes.”“And my mother was Morgana’s daughter.”Ronan nodded.Olivia looked at me. “Do you think if I ask one more question somebody will tell me I’m secretly related to Santa Claus?”Jeremy raised his hand. “At this point, I wouldn’t rule it out.”“Thank you.”Ronan frowned. “Who is Santa Claus?”Jeremy’s entire face lit up.“No.”I grabbed his shoulder.“But—”“Absolutely not.”“You never let me have any fun.”“We’re not explaining Christmas to the ancient murder beast.”Ronan’s eyes narrowed.Olivia snorted.That sound did something to the pressure in my chest. She’d been kidnapped, lied to, threatened, nearly dr
LoganI woke up to something wet on my chest.Immediately, I grimaced.A blonde was sprawled across me, dead asleep and apparently drooling.Fantastic.What the hell was her name again?Tiffany?Tracy?Something with a T.I stared down at her with growing irritation. Honestly, she wasn’t nearly as
OliviaEarly the next morning, I loaded the last of my things into my car.Thank God Uncle Mike replaced the battery yesterday. There was no way I could drag a suitcase and a storage box across town on a bus while moving into the Hawthorne estate.After packing the trunk, I walked back inside the h
Olivia“I’m sorry about showing up like this,” I said, wringing rainwater from the edge of the towel in my lap. “My car broke down, and I really didn’t want to miss this interview. Unfortunately, the weather decided not to cooperate either.”Mrs. Hawthorne studied me carefully before giving a small
OliviaI tightened my grip on the steering wheel and turned the ignition again. The engine sputtered violently before dying with a pathetic cough.“No. Absolutely not today,” I groaned, smacking the dashboard. “You cannot do this to me right now.”The ancient Honda had been barely surviving for mon







