Lucian led her to the ballroom, where a fierce, ethereal beauty stood in front of the live band. With her greying black hair brushed into a bun, her haughty pose screamed Luna.
“We all know why we’re really here.” The guests murmured in confirmation as she stepped forward, smiling and gesturing to the room. “It’s time to hunt.”
Elyssa glanced sideways at Lucian before turning back to watch the woman with an uneasy frown. Hunt? What had the Callisto’s turned the Moon Ball into? What were they hunting? She searched the hall for Taylor and when she didn’t see her, tried to find her scent.
“A tradition so old and fine, where the wolves race through the goddess’ Labyrinth in search of their mates. We will send the most beautiful, unmated elite females into the Labyrinth, and if any one of them catches your eye, track them down and mark them by sunrise.” She gestured as she spoke. “Nevertheless, we’re not animals; there are rules; you can only mark a consenting female; do so against their wish, and you would have erred against the Callisto’s and the goddess, and you know how that goes.”
A mating ritual.
It was abolished by her family ages ago, why would they bring it back? Elyssa shifted uncomfortably, no longer at ease with the situation and now worried about Taylor’s whereabouts. She suspected now, that Taylor had changed into the white ceremonial robes of the ritual and was waiting to be paraded.
“Let’s meet this year’s eligible females, gentleman.” She motioned to the door on the left, and a line of female wolves waltzed in, led by a couple.
She counted twelve, and she was right; Taylor was readily apparent. The crowd murmured as the women stood in the centre of the room in sheer white robes that revealed too much skin.
She felt Lucian look towards her and turned to meet his gaze.
“Is this why you came, to find a mate?” he asked, folding both arms over his chest.
Elyssa scoffed. “Don't be ridiculous. This ritual barbaric, and I am repulsed by it.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Then why did you come? All unmated females must participate, and that is why they all come.”
Well, she didn’t know about the ritual. Before she could reply, the woman had climbed down from the podium and was now standing right in front of them.
“Lucian, who is your friend?” Her clear amber eyes fixed on Elyssa with stern assessment, making Elyssa’s throat run dry.
“Mother, allow me to introduce Elyssa.”
Elyssa’s eyes hardened as she held Victoria Callisto’s gaze. She was the Luna of the Callisto pack and Peskington.
“She is absolutely gorgeous, Lucian. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was an azure. She should be up there with unmated females.” Victoria stroked Elyssa’s hair as she examined her. “To which family do you belong, dear?”
“She stays with me, mother. She is not without a mate,” Lucian returned quietly.
Victoria smiled at Lucian after a quick glance between them both. “There are no exceptions, son. If you want her, you’ll have to hunt. Be prepared to fight off a good number of wolves for this one.”
“I’d like a word, mother,” Lucian said and stepped aside. Victoria paused to admire Elyssa for a moment before heading to him.
Elyssa wondered what the point of stepping way from her was; she could hear their argument clearly, and Lucian was losing. Victoria Callisto apparently did not believe in destined mates, Lucian and her had to participate in the ritual. Victoria made a vague comment about her azure heritage, implying that sending one into the labyrinth was a blessing. As Victoria made her way back to the podium, Lucian returned to her with a deep frown.
She whispered to him, “I’m not going out there,” when he reached her.
“I’m sorry, Elyssa, but you must,” Lucian replied through gritted teeth. “It doesn’t matter; I will find you.”
She didn’t care about that at all! Sure, she loathed the idea that he would have to publicly mark her as mate, but at least she would have some private time with him. For her, the first part of the ritual was the most terrifying; she had to go out into the Labyrinth and survive long enough for him to find her.
“Jeremy, Aaliyah, hurry and prepare Elyssa for the ritual.” Victoria’s voice echoed. “While we wait for the final female, gentlemen have a good look at these females and gorge up their scents. The goal of this hunt is simple; find your female, mark her and protect her from the creatures in the wilderness until sunrise. You cannot leave a moment before, your most important mission is finding them before they’re shredded to pieces. Females, your task is simple; survive!”
The couple that led the females out approached her and Lucian, bowing slightly to Lucian in acknowledgment, and turned to her.
“This way, Elyssa,” Aaliyah said to her with a big smile that warmed her.
Lucian squeezed her hand before watching as she followed behind Jeremy and Aaliyah. Elyssa went quietly because being aggressive here would only raise questions, and she was so ignorant that she didn’t even consider that the Callisto might have brought the ritual back. It made sense why they only allowed the elite families in the Moon Ball now. The alliance formed by marriage between the five families and the other elites was good business.
The two led her down a private hall and then into a room where Jeremy stood guard outside and Aaliyah took her into a clannish, regal closet. As she stood there now, Lucian or his family didn’t inspire hatred in her, for once she hoped that the wicked Lucian would find her in time. Her heart thumped as Aaliyah held out the white robe to her, and she set her clutch down on the golden bench by her feet.
“Do you need assistance taking off that gorgeous dress?” she asked.
“Please, it took two small villages to get it on,” Elyssa returned, and Aaliyah laughed, walking to her back to help unzip it.
Her teeth clenched in apprehension of entering the wilderness. She was terrified of the creatures in that accursed place, but the ritual required her to remain until sunrise before attempting to leave. Her two-year stay in the Labyrinth following the death of her family had been torturous; it was a constant battle to keep ahead of the beasts until Zuker’s pack took her in.
After slipping out of her black dress, Elyssa whispered, “Why do they still do these suicidal rituals?”
Aaliyah hung her dress up on the rack and said, “It’s tradition. I know it’s scary, but it is fun. It truly helps you connect with your wolf and builds you as a warrior for your pack. I met Jeremy through this ritual.”
“He’s your mate?”
“Yes.” Aaliyah laughed at the wonder in Elyssa’s voice. “It’s been two years now, and he’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You’ll love it, I can tell you’re a fighter.”
“Hmm.” Elyssa smiled to her and pulled the robe on, then she looked herself over in the full-length mirror.
“You’ll surely have a handful of wolves tearing at each other over you.” Aaliyah stroked her arm with a big smile. “You’re pristine.”
“Thank you.”
Taking a deep breath, she nodded to Aaliyah to lead her out of the room. Elyssa’s gold stilettos echoed as she followed alongside Aaliyah, with Jeremy trailing behind them.
Before Elyssa re-entered the ballroom, Aaliyah whispered to her, “Be careful, and go left when they take you into the tunnels.”
She passed Aaliyah a gracious smile, ignoring the eyes now stripping her completely bare as she joined the line of females. Taylor made room for her and took her hand as expected.
“I cannot believe you did this,” Elyssa whispered to Taylor. “You knew this would happen and didn’t bother to tell me.”
“What are you yapping about?” Taylor replied. “This is the only reason unmated females attend this ball.” Elyssa eyed her. “We should have distinguished mates by dawn.”
“We have to survive the wilderness first, Taylor. That’s why the ritual was abolished. Half of these girls may not make it out alive,” Elyssa said.
“There goes our beautiful azure surprise, gentlemen. A true gem, wouldn’t you say?” As Victoria Callisto’s voice rang out, Elyssa turned to face her against the murmurs from the crowd.
The entire ballroom was staring at her now, like the Ewing's did; all they saw now was a rarity that anyone would kill for, and she couldn't understand the appeal. Other than their looks and the gift that the goddess had given them, she didn't think there was anything special about them.
"You're an azure? You swore you weren't," Taylor whispered through gritted teeth.
"She's mistaken, Tay." Elyssa returned as she eyed Victoria Callisto.
“It is time to send the females in.” Victoria smiled.
Elyssa searched the room for Lucian, but didn’t find him. As she turned to follow the line of females following Jeremy out of the hall, she met Antonio’s gaze. Though he only smiled; no words spoken, she knew what his intention was, and she didn’t want him to ruin her plans with Lucian, or worse, engage him.
He was a vicious monster, and she was not losing any more people to him.
The ladies followed Jeremy and a squadron of Callisto wolves out of the ballroom and down a stairwell to a white-lit basement corridor. Aaliyah's mate, Jeremy guided each female into a lift, one at a time, with only a five-minute interval between each one. The wolves stood guard so close to them that they could only exchange uneasy glances, barely speaking to one another. Maybe they were finally realizing the severity of the ritual. Taylor turned around to look at her and Elyssa gave her a small smile. With Taylor ahead of her, she would be the last to go in, and judging by the look on her face, Taylor only just realized how dangerous this was going to be. Soon after, she watched Taylor enter the lift, descend slowly while smiling nervously and the five minutes that followed were the longest she'd ever had to suffer through. Jeremy held the lift open for her and Elyssa stepped in with a gulp. "Good luck," Jer
They snarled at Elyssa and darted off in the direction of Lucian’s howl, forcing her to sprint through the opening after them. Following them towards his scent, she struggled to match their unnatural speed. Elyssa shook her head, not wanting to focus on why he howled, was he trying to get himself killed? The monstrous creatures made a sharp left turn ahead and the Labyrinth moved, Elyssa dropped, shifting immediate she hit the ground and jumped through the opening before the passage could shut her out. She slowed to a halt when she reached the field where the beasts were now locked in a fight with Lucian. Elyssa shifted back, unable to believe her eyes, as she watched Lucian fight the beasts she had thought would be too much for him. With his sharp canines, he tore out one’s throat, before knocking the other into a puddle of black dirt. Transformed, Lucian was the same size as the beasts; heavy and terrifying
Elyssa stared at her mate. All six feet of him with his short ash brown hair and full face of beard she was tempted to caress. Although his well-toned torso gleamed like precious liquid under the moonlight, his eyes were his most striking feature. They resembled amber orbs that morphed colour to match his mood, and as they narrowed at her right now, seething with anger, she pouted. “I see.” Lucian’s voice was low, steady and levelled. He was livid that she rejected him, and while she knew how devastating it could be for a wolf, she didn’t care. She didn’t want to care. “So you lured me here just to turn me down?” “I did no such thing. Your mother sent me out here, Lucian.” Elyssa shot him a frown and looked around. Lucian stared at her with an unreadable expression as a cold breeze swept by, and she heard the chilling whisper in the gust of air. Azure. A jolt of cold racked through Elyssa’s useless robe
That was his meaning? She almost rolled her eyes at it. A few people could tell by looking at her that she was an azure, but since the fire that took her pack, they believed the azures to be extinct, so most people didn't think anything of her appearance. As a child, her mother told her stories of the pack of beautiful wolves with hair as red as ruby, fur as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the azure sky overturned by savages. There were only a couple of survivors and their numbers had dwindled since, leaving just a few of them. Caitlyn Mazzeo was one of them. Her mother’s stories of her azure heritage started to make sense after her first shift, and the Ewing pack would not stop calling her a chosen. The azures were blessed with the goddess' grace and gifts, and were chosen Lunas of their packs. She didn’t even understand what it meant. Chosen for misery? To be alone, and forced to be the mate of the man who destroyed her life? “I hav
She’d been kissed before. Not a lot, but they’d been good, with men gorgeous enough to knock the breath out of you, but goddess, this was different. It was like nothing before this existed, the world was a measly grey scale and Lucian woke her from the dreadful lapse. She could taste the opening up of her soul, as his hands trailed down to her hips, and he lifted her up, Elyssa wrapped her legs around his waist. Any more, and she’d explode from the feeling she couldn’t quite put into words. Happy, joy, complete, like she was only created to kiss him. Lucian broke away, and they stared into each other’s eyes. She had no thoughts, and in that moment she knew he was hers. Then he took her lips in a soft, warm kiss and smiled against her lips. “Tell me why you despise me.” As his voice rumbled through her, she reached out her fingers to finally touch his beard. She ran them through his soft hair and traced her way upwards into his hair. Her intent
Lucian’s POV Amid the eerie darkness that followed the ungodly wind sweeping through the chamber, her soul-piercing blue eyes held his with an iciness that outdid the current cold. He was transfixed by her azure gaze, and whatever she had found out clearly upset her. “What, exactly?” he asked, turning away from her. There wasn’t anything the Callisto’s weren’t blamed for, and he was getting tired of it. Drizzles pooled in his palm as he held his hand out. There was no shelter around to wait out the impending heavy downpour, and the storm was picking up quickly. “Your mother drives the azure wolves in here as an offering to that witch.” Then he turned around and faced her. Her crimson locks dancing in the wind now, as did the short robe she had on. While his muscles tightened, he felt himself swallow; Elyssa was stunning. “What are you talking about?” He groaned. “She sent me here too, despite the fact t
Elyssa froze in his arms, her eyes fluttering as she held his unyielding gaze. It was not surprising that he wanted to know that, but she hadn’t expected that it would come up here. Meanwhile, the rain was also drowning her, and now Lucian intended to finish her off. Everything was wrong. From her glimpse into Lucian’s memories, he had nothing to do with the fire that took her family. Who was it then? Another Callisto brother or their mother? That Luna, Victoria, had shown herself to be capable of anything, and based on what she had seen from Serene’s memories, she was responsible for sending her kind here. Added to that, there was this witch who was hunting her for her gift, one she had hated since it manifested after her first shift. In the aftermath of the fire, she was left to deal with everything alone. Although Lucian had no memory of it, that did not mean his pack wasn’t responsible. “That’s for me to know.” Elyssa took another attempt to break
Lucian’s POV. He stood with his hands akimbo in front of the wall, unable to control his feelings toward the moronic alpha behind him. If he hadn't interfered, he wouldn't have taken his eyes off his mate. Now she was all alone, just like the witch wanted. “If anything happens to her, you can rest assured your head will go with her.” Lucian spat. “Who’s this witch that's after her anyway? I mean, I didn’t think there were any more of those since the purge.” Lucian turned to him. “My guess is as good as yours. Probably one of the remaining few. We need to get out of here.” “And go where exactly? If there’s a witch in the labyrinth, then it’s possible that she is directing our paths, not the goddess.” “If she was, trust me, you wouldn’t be here.” Lucian growled. When he finally accepted that the wall wouldn’t open, he turned towards the only other way, and Antonio followed him. A sense of crippling anxiety attack