SinAs soon as I finished in the training room, I stepped towards the room.I saw her body tremble, and I thought she was crying until I saw her turn towards me.Her eyes were closed, and she flung her hand across the pillow, hugging it right to herself.Jealousy burned within me as I watched the interaction she was having with the pillow. I should be the one wrapping my arms around her, not the other way round.I walked away from the room as the urge to take her penetrated my mind. She was so pure and ravishing with her red hair scattered around the pillow.Yet, I couldn't force her. Or rather, I didn't want to do what my tainted mind wanted from me.“Hey, darling.”I turned slowly towards Emma. I was still close to the door, and I tilted my brows whilst gazing at her. Ever since the night Artemisia had caught me in bed with her, I had distanced myself from her.I made sure not to move in the same direction she was in and tried to avoid her as well during the day.“I've been searching

Artemisia“The moon is stolen.”“Stolen?” How was that even possible?I thought the moon was a stationary object which couldn't move. Maybe my knowledge of geography was rusty. But hearing this right now says otherwise.And with the look on everyone's faces, it seemed like that was the case.“Darling, you don't need to worry your pretty head about this.” Laurent grinned.“Shut up,” I mumbled, then concentrated on what Mila was saying.“The moon has been stolen, and the goddess isn't answering us. We werewolves, we are on the receiving end since, without the moon, we are nothing. Our wolf's form refused to come out, and we are as powerless as mere humans.”“Worst is, the people who came to terrorize us some days ago will be back again.” She said, sighing.“Again?”The room was silent as Sin strode in. I felt everyone's eyes on him as he got closer.He shrugged, walking towards me. He ignored the eyes boring into him and concentrated on me alone.“Hey,” I mumbled, leaning into him as he

SINAs I tugged Artemisia towards the room we often shared, I didn't know the reason for it. All I wanted was to take her away from Laurent.Even though all that he told her was the truth, I believe he was putting her in more fear than was necessary. He was trying to drive her away from me.He had freaking told me that a while ago, that he'd make sure he paid me back for every hurt I did to him.To be honest, I couldn't remember what I did or if I had offended him. I assumed he was just being his nasty self.Still, I tried to make peace. He didn't want that and rather preferred tormenting me. I didn't know what he wanted with Artemisia as well. All I knew was I wished to damage his face, so he would not see her any more, much less talking to her.But that would only be possible if I plucked out his heart.Killing him was not what I wanted. Even as he was being a jerk, he was my brother and protecting him from harm's way was my utmost responsibility. Just as was Artemisia and my other f

ArtemisiaA sweet fragrance wafted into my nostrils as soon as I stepped into what seemed like a dungeon of some sort.Warmth enveloped me and I let out a sigh as I stepped further in.My eyes wandered around the quiet hallway and I noticed some inscriptions on the wall, which was illuminated by the torch placed at the top of the wall.My brows creased, and my hands stretched out to touch each inscription. I didn't know what it meant, but I felt drawn to it.“I never thought I'd see someone like you here.”Swirling, my eyes landed on Adrina. Her eyes stayed on mine and a smirk formed on her face.I snorted, “Fancy seeing you too. If I knew you'd be here, I would not have come.”“It means nothing to me.” Adrina shrugged. She stepped toward me and her hand moved to touch my hair.I swatted it before she could do so.“The only thing I like about you is your hair. It's beautiful and just like fire.”“I hate yours.” I scowled.Adrina chuckled, shrugging. “Be appreciative for once…”“Hey!”I

ARTEMISIA Days went by, and I visited the dungeon each time to practice with the witches. Also, initiation night was around the corner and I needed my power, which seemed dormant, to show forth as it would be a rite of passage for me. Although Mila didn't say it was necessary, I wanted to, as I didn't want the others to feel as if I was treated differently. Again, the prophecy about the moon was becoming clearer; Goddess shall rise to help the chosen one in the quest for the moon and a rift between siblings shall bring the rise of nature. It was barely six months since I arrived in Merene and everything was in disorder. As the goddess Artemis had referred to me as the chosen one, I believed I was and needed to carry out the quest entrusted to me. However, no goddess had risen to help me bring forth my power. Not even Artemis, who wanted me to bring the moon at all costs. How could I do it without my powers? I was pregnant, and yet, I feel as if I was not. My tummy was as flat a