~MearaI pace back and forth in front of the bed, glowering at him.“We need to establish rules," I tell him pointedly.He adjusts the feather pillow, his gaze tracing my movements. “Rules…really?”“No touching me. Whether you like it or not, I do still have a boyfriend and you’re meant to be honourable," I exclaim, folding my arms over my chest.I don't actually think I have a boyfriend anymore after our last interaction, but it still feels wrong to jump into bed with Sire so soon after that.“Who said I'm honourable?”“Well, I assumed your era was a little more civilised in that sense," I mumble, chewing on the edge of my fingernail.I'm not actually sure, since I know little about what life was like for him all those years ago. To be honest, I don't think I want to know.“I’m a powerful Alpha. I’ve never cared for the what others are doing at any point in time,” he tells me dismissively, examining the room curiously.I narrow my eyes. “If you want any chance of impressing me, you n

~MearaI stare across at Hazel, feeling myself growing impatient.She sits at her dining room table, flipping through an old book, waving dust out of her face with every page turn.The death's currently plaguing the pack haven't come from nowhere, and it's no coincidence they have started with Sire's rising. This is the curse, and the only person I trust to figure out how to stop it is Hazel.She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter.I don't blame her..."Do you have anything?" I ask, staring down at the book she also gave me to read. The words, strung together like some other language, swim in front of me. This is impossible to decipher.She lets out a frustrated growl. "Nothing reliable."Every now and again her gaze flickers up warily to Sire. He paces incessantly behind me, which seems to be unnerving my friend."We are running out of time," I exclaim. Day by day people are dying, and the guilt from knowing I unleashed thi

~MearaCarran leads me into the next room, watching me carefully.I don't know what he thinks I'm going to do...free him? After everything?Sire sits with his back against the wall, every limb chained down. The chains themselves don't look capable of withholding a powerful Alpha, but considering how still he is, it's clear there's even more powerful magic keeping him contained.He drags his gaze to me as I wander in, before shifting to Carran.I can feel his wrath. It's so potent I can practically taste it in the air.“You look awfully free for a kidnapped person," he comments darkly, tilting his head to the side. I hate the way he regards me, knowing he has been betrayed.“I want to apologise to you first," I tell him uneasily.There isn't much I can say that is going to make him feel better. Yet, I feel as though I need to say something, to let him know this isn't something I wanted to do if I had the choice to do otherwise.“I'm going to get out of here," he warns, attention flicke

~Meara-Three Weeks Later-I rush across the street, trying to avoid the deep puddles gathering at the curb.Persistent rain set in over a week ago, only contributing to my foul mood. I tilt my head down, holding a magazine over my head to keep as much of it off me as possible.Things aren't very good at the moment.I look down at my bag of groceries. There has been a food shortage, leaving me with a bag of half rotting, overly expensive ingredients.Carran has tried to assure people that things will get better, although he's almost completely abandoned us.Thankfully, though, he hasn't contacted me since...I pause for a moment, looking down at a newspaper stand that the owners are desperately trying to pull undercover before they are entirely ruined.As I give them a hand, I can't help but notice the headline written in bold across the front.Will This Horror End? The Sickness that Seizes Lives Still Runs RampantI refuse to acknowledge my fear. The reality is, putting Sire back und

~MearaSire comes down the stairs, looking tense."Where are we going?" I question, glancing down at the note that miraculously appeared on the dresser this morning.We returned to his manor yesterday. He was so exhausted he went to bed almost immediately, leaving me to spend most of the nights with my thoughts.I'm not sure what to feel about Sire and the mate bond yet."I don't feel right. I need more magic," he muses, shuddering as if he can feel the physical sensation of it's absence."You're the most powerful person in this realm, how could you need more power?" I wonder. Furthermore, where could such power come from?Sire rubs his wary eyes, still not entirely recovered."There sheer number of witches Carran has employed is not something I can face alone. I need more magic so I am not vulnerable to another attack," he tells me.I rub my arms. I suppose that is a fair reason, and doesn't mean he is going to use that power in an attack against Carran. But it still makes me nervous