NOLA REYNOLDSThe Lycan’s Witch had said that I was healing well, Just as she sipped the ginger brew that was meant for me from the small white bone china cup, the blackened end of her pinkie finger raised daintily.“Aye, this is the good stuff.” Ma Jules cooed, before sighing heavily and banging the cup on the bedside drawer, and leaning toward me to stretch her hand across my forehead before I wrenched my head so far back that I saw the galaxies.Can't have been me she was about to feel up with those talons. Werewolves didn't see right with just one eye.The witch snickered before leaning back in her wooden chair with a loud creak, as more maidens ambled about the room, avoiding my eyes and whispering furiously between each other.I hadn't known I was holding my breath until the oak wood door to my cave room creaked open and in walked the Lycan. The green-eyed bandit was determinedly behind him, an unreadable expression on his face.The Lycan’s angular face was relaxed when he saw m

NOLA REYNOLDS“And just where do you think you're going?” The Lycan’s gravelly voice intoned, freezing me in my tracks as I inhaled a sharp breath.“Uh...In the carriage?” I squeaked, jerking my thumb over my shoulder and widening my eyes in faux innocence.I watched as the man’s face seemed to tense, his eyebrows furrowing deeply before a sinister smile rose on the full line of his lips-the ones that always seemed to be pouting.It made my spine tingle with alertness as a beat of quiet passed between us so that the din of the horses neighing around filled the air.“Negative Reynolds, you're riding with me.” Hector mused, jerking his head to the white stallion that was huffing restlessly by his side.No way in the devil's mountains.“Yeah, no thanks, I'll hitch it with people more in my class.” I jeered, taking a precautionary step back as my eyes darted between the horse’s golden mane and the Lycan’s unsmiling face.I’d never been that close to him before, I wasn't sure it was the br

HECTORShit, what had I done?“Nola-” I started, moving to pacify the woman who had her hands crossed at odd angles over her chest before she snapped her head away, starting at the black reams of the sky, and an interrupting pat on the back from someone behind me.“We going to camp or what?” Kalden’s voice was playful again, the easy smile on his face falling a little as I turned to glare at him.“Whatever you did out there Kalden, don't do it again,” I warned, growling menacingly so that he nodded dutifully, looking contrite as I brushed past him to calm my horse that had started neighing when Sarah tried to put her hands over his nose.The thing hadn’t taken to her, not as it had to Nola.“Apologies, I went ahead to scout for camp, and found a decent clearing not too far off, we should make it in time before the heavens break,” Kalden murmured, nodding to the line of thinly-leafed twisting trees off to the side as I mounted the horse, extending a hand so that the maiden could climb

NOLA“What the fuck was that?” I gasped, leaping from my uncomfortable spot on the fallen timber log where I'd been sitting with the Lycan and whipping my head back and forth over the sepia-shadowed line of trees.“Werewolves, but these are different, can’t be the rogues, the howls sound wrong, warped- Hybrid.” Hector hissed, snarling in what I thought was a possessive fashion.I felt the Lycan standing to his feet slowly, towering over me soundlessly as a shudder went through me, and I wrapped my hands over my ribs just as a pale-faced sentry jogged up the path with loud huffing breaths.“Your Highness, Intruders in the tree lines!” The man panted, pointing over his shoulder just as a bolt of lightning lit up the blue darkness of the sky-high birch trees surrounding us, their shadows appearing to shift just a little too late after the flash.I gasped, clapping my hands to my mouth in surprise and darting my eyes to the hard lines of the beast's face before the intense burn of his sil

HECTORIt is sometime in the morning when I hear the shuffling outside the thick linen of my tent and the low whisper of conversation that blurred to an indecipherable hum.”Shit,” I groaned, stretching to a stand in the half-lit expanse of the tent. There was a low wooden stool at the center of the space which I regarded for a moment, before snatching the leather of my trench coat off the hanger and breaking through the lips of the tent flap.Some of the footmen who had been clearing the fallen logs off the dirt path bowed graciously when they saw me. “All done?” I whispered airily to the dark-haired blonde that was heaving armor back in the carriage, a sheen of perspiration coating his forehead even against the bite of cold air that I was sure had reddened the tips of my nose.“Yeah, would be faster if you lent a paw ya know?” Kalden grumbled, baring his teeth at me after he turned to see the smirk on my face as he slammed the carriage door closed.“No, you got it I'm sure, didn't