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KalebSilas has a private box in the arena that overlooks the grounds. I squint through the bright, unforgiving lights to the magical dome, watching rain pound the king’s shields. It had been a clear, hot night before this. The rain started only minutes ago, absolutely drenching Pantharas–a flood of epic proportions. Compared to the long-awaited rain that blessed the Glade recently, this feels more like a punishment. Silas paces, glancing at the arena, which is empty. “She should have come out by now. It’s been three hours.”“She’ll come,” I say, my voice booming through the alabaster room. Benches in shades of pale cream take up the majority of the space. I should be down near the grates, ready to run onto the sand to get her when she arrives, but I was barred entrance to the lower levels of the arena today. The king is playing games now. Lexa shouldn’t have made it past the beast trial, and now he blames me. Thunder crackles, booming over the arena. Lightning flares in strips over

SorenSilverhide is gorgeous in the morning. Wispy fog snakes through the trees as I stomp through wet, almost shin high grass. The little cabin on the edge of the main part of the village is tucked in the shadow of a crop of trees, their leaves morphing to a bright yellowish green as they dry. Yeah, I feel the change in the air. That first jarring cold morning of the upcoming season. Fall is on the horizon, which means Lexa and Blake have been missing for almost a month. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year since Maeve and I found each other, thrust together as some joke of the Goddess. The joke’s on Her, however, because my mate is currently tucked tight in a bed we lovingly shared–naked–her scent all over my skin, just how I like it. Is She irritated that we made it through her trials, or is that what She wanted all along?Our daughter, our precious demon of fire and wrath, blinks into the sunlit fog, gnawing on my shoulder and curling her little talons in my hair beneath th

KalebThe ballroom in the palace is crowded but so quiet I can hear the echo of my footsteps. I didn’t bother to bathe, let alone change into something more appropriate for this occasion. My shirt is dust-stained red and wilted from a day spent in the sun, in the sparring ring, where I beat my tension into submission until I couldn’t so much as lift my arms anymore. Fae guards stomp beside me, flanking me on either side until we reach the top of the staircase leading down to the wide, ornate ballroom where a crowd of mostly men waits. The balcony overlooking the ballroom is wrapped in banners, like some kind of celebration is being held soon, the decorating in the early stages. A celebration for the victor, the champion, of the Trials that are not yet over. Several faces turn as I move down the stairs on my own. My boots leave red-hued dirt in their wake, a bright stain on the marble tiles–like blood. Like every step is a reminder of the blood spilled only to entertain these beings

LexaIt only takes one smooth motion for Kaleb to catch me around the middle and take me to the ground. My back hits the soft carpet with a thud that rattles my bones, and I jerk, diving to drive a knee between us. He gathers my wrists, pinning them above my head, and thrusts his knee between my legs, pinning me. His eyes are bright and only inches above mine while he inspects my face for damage from my fall. Pain throbs through my forehead, but it’s my pride that stings in agony. “I told you,” he says low in his throat, a soft growl that laces over my skin, “your overconfidence is going to kill you. Do you think you can still see in the dark without your wolf at your disposal?”I go totally still, my body relaxing against my will, and fold. I submit. I give up. “What happened to us? Why does this have to be so hard? Rejecting each other? I don’t want to do it, but you’re making it clear that we–we’ll never be able to be together. What changed in you after the maze? You’re not the

LexaThe forest comes alive. My wolf’s body glides unsteadily over roots and rocks, the moss cool under my soft, recently unused paws. My heartbeat drives adrenaline through my veins as I barrel, often losing my balance and sliding over the unfamiliar terrain. The smells are all wrong. The creeks that run through the forest like veins drift in different directions every time I pass, making it impossible to gauge where I am and what direction I’m traveling, but I keep running. I don’t know what else to do against this beast of mist still pursuing me deeper into the woods other than lie down and stay as quiet as possible, like on the beach, but I made that mistake before. I didn’t fight. I watched everyone get killed instead. It’s a regret I’ll carry for the rest of my life. The beast shrieks as it gains ground, coming up behind me with its talons clinking together like dried, hollow bones. I try to ignore it, to focus on my breathing, the way my body feels as the wolf I was forced to