LOGINShe raised her brows.“Well… no. I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I suppose I never really thought about it. I just assumed that he went mad. I’m sure everyone else assumed pretty much the same thing. Why are you asking questions about the third prince? We aren’t really supposed to talk a
Joanne’s POV“You shouldn’t be in here,” I told Alexander as I shut the door behind me.I wasn’t ready to speak with him yet, not after everything that had happened today. The memory of him with Vivien in the clinic still weighed heavily on my mind.Alexander stood, his eyes fixed on mine as he took
“I knew it,” Jeremy muttered, letting out a breath. “He got to you, too… didn’t he? Most girls like him… despite him turning them all down. Don’t think you’re any special… he will turn you down too.”My cheeks burned at his comment, and when I didn’t say anything, he cocked his head to the side.“Un
Joanne’s POVThe shack was exactly that: a shack.It had a bed… and that was pretty much it.From Jeremy’s soiled and ripped clothing, I would say it’s been a long time since he’s changed his clothes. And from his stench, I would say it’s been a long time since he’s bathed. Even after the Seer set h
I let out a breath, wondering how much I should tell him. But then I decided there was no harm in telling him the truth; at least I didn’t think there was.“My blood heals,” I tell him. “I’m not sure why… but I can heal with my blood. It’s why I’m working in the clinic. But not everybody knows this
Joanne’s POVJeremy Mortane, the 3(rd) prince. I’ve only ever heard stories about him; his wanted posters had been posted everywhere around the kingdom, in every pack, years ago. He was younger than, a lot less sickly looking, but his face was pretty much the same.He looked so much like Alexander
“Rem?” I asked, my voice coming out almost breathy as I fought to catch my breath.“I’m so sorry,” Rem repeated, running his fingers through his soaked hair. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright?”He reached down, attempting to grab a hold of my hand, and it was at that moment that I reali
“Hi,” I said as I knelt beside the woman. “I’m Joanne… I’m here to help you.”The woman’s eyes opened slightly, and she peeked up at me, a skeptical look on her face.“Y…you’re a woman…” she said, her voice strained as pain consumed her. “And you came with the soldiers?”I nodded.“I can help you,”
Sophie sat in a chair beside her mother, sucking on her thumb. She seemed much more relaxed now that her scrapes were bandaged and a blanket was draped around her shoulders. Not to mention her mother was no longer bleeding out in front of her eyes.I turned back to Mort.“Well, Mort. I’m Joanne. But
Joanne’s POVThe mountains looked so far away from where we stood. From a distance, they were just gray shapes carving into the sky, but I knew once we got close, they would be twice as big. I’ve never been that close to mountains before; I’ve always only seen them from a distance.I’ve daydreamed a







