Zane Chaos. That was the only word to describe the state of the Tribe. The place where I called home, lessened to such a state in merely a matter of minutes. From the crack of thunder that I knew so well, I was certain that the time had finally come. The Ignis Relic had truly been taken from its resting place, used to carry oit the selfish deeds of madmen with nothing but rage and envy in their hearts.When the first alarms had gone up earlier, I had been at the northern edge of the Tribe, rallying the younger wolves to get the young children and teenagers out of harms way. They had never seen any sort of war in theur lifetime, so many of them had gine after their curiosity and left their homes to see those attacking us. I picked up a crying child from the floor and gave her to one of the guards passing by me. "Take her. I'll be right behind you!" I ordered, pushing in the opposite direction where the sound wild growls and screaming cane from. There was a fresh trail of blood lead
Ashley The world bleached into blinding white.The searing crack of lightning tore through me, a flood of pain so consuming I thought it would set me ablaze and put a stop to the rapid beating of my heart. For a heartbeat, or maybe an eternity, there was no sound, no breath, no blood, only light. A light that soon morphed into something else, something anew, pushing itself into my mind, and into my eyes until I was one with it. It shaped itself into a sky not my own, painted in fire and dusk. I stood, although certain that my body lay broken somewhere else, on a plain that stretched forever—far past the edges of my vision. Wind howled, yet it carried whispers, voices of ages past. I clutched at my chest, but there was no wound, no blood. Only trembling, and the great feeling that there was something that I had to see.Then the voices grew louder, and the plain shifted. Shadows and flames danced into form, weaving a story before my eyes.A story that had long since passed, woven bef
AshleyThe earth was trembling, quivering underneath my feet as Jace held the relic over his head, ready to strike at all of us. Ready to destroy us all for good. I could see it in his emotionless eyes. I saw it in the set line of his jaw, and his lifeless eyes. He was going to destroy us all, and he wasn't going to regret it. How could he, when this was the very thing he had sacrificed everything else for, including his own humanity? The idealistic Jace was gone, replaced by a monster that only wanted one thing.Death and destruction.The air grew thick and charged, almost alive. A low hum pulsed through the ground, rising steadily until it rattled my bones. The power of the relics filled the air, filling all that watched with a feeling of equal awe and fear. The relic was something that had been worshipped, and now that people could see it, they could only hope that it wasn't about to destroy them. Jace stood across the clearing, his frame rigid, face twisted with a darkness I bar
Ashley The final battle was here, and it could be the last straw to break the camel's back. Or, in better, less vague terms, the last battle to determine if the Lycan Tribe was going to emerge out of it in one piece.The forest was quieter than it should have been. The rogues had started to fall back after Lucas’s death, the pack of snarling bodies now scattered into shadows that melted into the trees. Their eyes were uncertain and a little afraid, as they watched Bryce and I from the shadows, their beady red eyes flowing. For a moment, I almost thought the battle was over. But then when we descended down the hill, and found Clara's pierced body, I got a rude awakening. It was far from over.Bryce picked her up, and my stomach swam with a hint of nausea. My heart sank when her body crumpled against Bryce’s side, pale and drenched in blood where Lucas had stabbed her. I rushed forward, my heart slamming painfully against my ribs.“Clara." A warm flush of air left my lips as I droppe
Ashley "Get away!" I screamed, packing dirt into my hands and throwing it at the rogue, but the beast dusted it off, almost as if exasperated. I could almost see its hairy face sneering and mocking my sad attempts at fending it off.Before I could roll out from under it, the rogue’s weight crushed me into the dirt, its rancid breath hot against my face, so suffocating that nausea started to build up in my throat. It slashed down at my skin, ripping into my arms with searing pain. I screamed, pushing through the pain and protecting my face with my arms as it slashed again and again. I was wasting time. I didn't know what had happened to Clara, and I had to get to Lucas quickly so that I could burn him with the Silver Salt.Snarling, I shoved it back, hoping to use the opportunity to get back to my feet. I bit back an exasperated groan when another shadow leapt from the side—another rogue, larger, faster, hungrier. My chest tightened. It was now two against one, an unfair match.Regar
AshleyThe walls of the cove seemed to pulse with the sound of claws scratching against stone, the guttural growls of rogues echoing in the narrow chamber like a death knell.My breath came out in shallow bursts as I pressed my back to the rock, my knuckles white around the vial that held our last resort, which was the silver salt concoction I had painstakingly made, the only weapon strong enough to turn the tide of this battle. There was still more to come, but our time was running out fast, and we had to act with intensity and clarity.Lucas’s voice still rang in my ears, mocking, cruel, final. The eerie drag of his maniacal laughter scratching the grooves of my brain.Carina’s lifeless form was only a few feet away, her bow bent unnaturally beneath her body, crimson spreading in a grotesque, swelling pool beneath her petite frame. The image was branded behind my eyes, and I fought the overwhelming grief that threatened to choke me. The image was going to haunt me for weeks, that I