*Emory*I run off behind Nellie as she leads me to Kane’s office where I see a telephone sitting on its side. I’ve never been in here before, but I know it’s his office because it smells like him. My stomach clenches into a tight fist as I make my way across the room, terrified that something has happened on the battlefield, and this is how they are informing me.Sitting in his chair, I take a deep breath and reach for the receiver as Nellie turns to go. “Wait!” I say a little too harshly. She spins back to look at me, her eyes wide. “Sorry. I just… will you stay?”Nellie nods and turns to face me, folding her hands in front of her, but not speaking or sitting in the chairs that are closest to her on the other side of the opulent, carved, gold-gilded desk.Kane’s tastes are not reflected in his office, at least, not from what I know of him.I lift the receiver to my ear and say quietly, “This is Emory.”“Emory!”The sound of my own name explodes into my ear through the receiver, and i
*Kane*Our initial attack had been a phantom mist that rolled in through the darkness, catching King Peter and his troops completely off-guard. We’d cut between the trees through cover of night and descended upon them before they even knew we were there.I’d personally taken out fifteen of his warriors, rolling down the line, dispatching one right after the next before they could make a sound or use their telepathy to communicate the threat to one another. Now, back at camp, I had time to reflect upon it as the sun had climbed the sky and we had broken away from our enemies for a bit to regroup.The first one had been standing there in an unassuming, bored position, likely awaiting orders. I’d come from behind him, grabbed his head, and twisted until it came off. He’d crumpled to the forest floor, his knees sinking into the dew-covered grass as I tossed his head into a nearby bush and moved to the next.She’d turned to see me just in time, her blue eyes widening as she considered what
*Emory*Rainer is pissed. Still. And it’s been a couple of hours since he returned to the castle and I sheepishly told him what was going on.He’d yelled at me. A lot. Everything from how dangerous this was, to do I not remember that I was almost dead a few days ago to how could I not send for him or for Kane.I can’t blame him. I would be pissed in his position, too, but when I attempt to explain, he accuses me of trying to be the hero, and that just makes me mad.So here we are, leading the defense against the castle, both of us irritated as hell at one another, knowing we may very well end up dead without being able to hug it out.He has sent for Kane, even though I assured him we’d already done that, thanks to Lex. I did give the prince credit for being the one to insist that the king be notified.It doesn’t matter now. We are about ten miles from the border between Moonraker pack and Crimson Peak, and I already smell wolf—in large quantities. It’s billowing through the air like s
*Kane*I was almost there.I had almost made it to where Emory was confronting her father. I could see her in the distance as I sprinted across the grass, not even slowing as I passed the line of my own troops that had been standing back, watching.“What is she doing?” I’d screamed aloud to no one. Why had Rainer allowed her to get so far ahead of him? I see my friend dodging forward now, coming up behind me, but it’s too fucking late!Emory falls backward, the slash of a wolf’s claws ripping through her abdomen as blood sprays across his face.I am there before she hits the ground. I scoop her into my arms as the crowd gasps in shock. I have no idea what Emory had been saying to them, but by their expressions, most of the wolves looked ready to stand down.All but one.Her own fucking father.Blood drips off the claws of Bernard Moonraker as he stands directly in front of me, his fangs showing as he snarls at me… at her.Never before in my life have I wanted to speak to a wolf shifte
*Emory*My stomach is tight, like a fist, as I follow my parents up the walkway to the monstrosity of a stone fortress known as Castle Graystone. Lighting illuminates the sky overhead, which seems to fit perfectly with the scene, though it’s not raining—not yet anyway. Something tells me there’s about to be a shift in the atmosphere, and as my black boots hit the ancient wood of the drawbridge that has bidden entrance here for upward of a thousand years, I can feel the electricity in the air.Thunder rolls across the blackened sky, the boom echoing deep within me. Lola clutches my hand more tightly and lets out a little whimper. “It’s okay,” I tell her, forcing a smile to my lips. “Everything is just fine.”She looks up at me, her wide green eyes filled with anxiety, and her head rocks back and forth, but I know she doesn’t believe a word I’ve said. Why should she? I don’t believe it either.On my other side, Coit walks more confidently. At seventeen, my brother is the epitome of the
Emory“Take my daughter… to be a feeder.”My father’s words echo around the throne room as I stand behind him with my throat so constricted, I can hardly breathe, let alone speak. I can’t believe the words that have come from his mouth, and by the look on Vampire King Kane’s face, neither can he.“What in the hell are you talking about?” the king asks. “You want me to take your daughter? To replace the debt you still owe me for waging war against my lands for all of these years?” He is standing on a dais, but as he speaks, he descends one step. He’s still a good ten feet away from us and probably three feet taller than my father in this position, who is six foot one. I’m sure that King Kane is taller than my father anyway, but from this angle, he looks like a giant baring down on my father, an angry giant.I am more than a little angry myself as I try to process what is happening. I hear Lola begin to whimper, and with her cries, my father flinches. I’ve also heard a startled gasp fro
EmoryLola?Lola!The word my father has just spoken fills my head with shock as I try to process what is happening. For the second time in only a few minutes, I cannot believe what my father is saying.My eyes immediately go to the Vampire King who is clearly surprised by what my father just said, too, because he is sitting bolt upright in his chair.For a brief second, my eyes meet the king’s, and we are looking at one another intensely, sharing a moment of disbelief, sharing a moment of surprise. And in my mind, I am also wondering if I see a hint of disappoint in his eyes as he realizes it is not me that my father is beckoning.As far as I know, the king should’ve had no idea which of us was Lola, but with that reaction, I am thinking he must have. But then, he is an intelligent leader who has been the king of Crimson Peak for decades. His youthful looks are a common deception amongst vampires; he is old and wise. He must know his enemies well.He must know that Lola is my little
Emory“Take her away.”The Vampire King’s declaration echoes off of the walls of the throne room as he turns around to walk away. The two men who had been flanking him for the entire length of the meeting move forward, toward me.“Does this mean we have a deal?” my father calls after King Kane, and obviously, my father has decided in the span of a few moments that he is no longer concerned about the fact that he said he didn’t want to let me take my little sister’s place. Apparently, if it means the debt is paid, he’s willing to give up any of his children.Well, the female ones anyway.The Vampire King turns around and looks at my father for a few seconds before he simply says, “Fuck off, Bernard,” and then turns around to go.I believe that probably does mean that the debt is forgiven and the king is too busy presently to take care of filing whatever paperwork needs to be handled in order to make sure that is the case, but I don’t know.And at the moment, I have more important matte