NeemI have stayed in this castle for up to a week now and I feel like I’m just finally catching my breath. The royal family has gone on a hunt, as well as most of the officials. The woods have long been sectioned off, and trespassing can lead to death. Only the royal family and officials have a pass to hunt on those grounds. In a forgotten corner of the kitchen, I nibble on a piece of meat from last night. It’s not until they return with game that the castle will have a proper meal. This corner has fast become my favourite part of the castle. It is stocked with old equipments and most of the time no one comes here. It’s a good place for me to forget my situation while listening to all sorts of gossip going on around the castle. “I wondered where you always disappear to.” I yelp and drop the meat when the voice interrupts my musings. Mia stops in front of me with her arms on her hips, looking at me triumphantly. “I see you almost got your tongue back too.”I wish. It has grown for

Celine“You are under arrest.” Emma says triumphantly. “Take her.”Hesitantly, guards approach me, ready to take me away and to my surprise, Tate slides between us.“What is the meaning of this?” He asks her furiously. “Step aside, Tate, unless if you have plans to aid the traitor on her escape. Take her to the dungeons!”“You will do no such thing.” He stands his ground. I slide to the side to see her eyes narrow at him angrily. “Do you wish to go against me, beta?”We are quickly drawing a crowd, and they watch this showdown with apprehension. It seems a lot of that is happening these days, and it is always because of me. They know it too, with the silent accusation in their eyes. I’m turning their pack upside down. “No. But these are heavy accusations against the Alpha’s mate. No actions will be taken until the Alpha gets back.” He says. She takes a step forward, challenging him. “If you are working with her, go ahead and say it already. This is a delicate matter that cannot wa

LorWhen I enter the dungeon, the scene that greets me nearly stops my heart. Celine is on her knees in chains, her skin has turned an alarming shade of red and purple, her eyes are open and bloodshot while Emma stands over her. Tate is struggling to get to his feet, his own body working against him. She spins around on hearing me and the dagger clatters to the floor from her hands. “Lor. What are you doing here?” She asks, her face paling.“I was going to ask you that.” I say, my voice silent as a grave. I cross the room to her in a beat and she blinks and staggers back, her arm coming up to protect herself. I grab the arm and break it in half. “Fuck!!” She screams and scrambles back, cradling her arm in her hands. “Wait! I can explain.”There is no time for explanations. Everything is simple, Celine is in danger and Emma is the reason. “She betrayed you Lor! She has been sending messages to High tide. I saw the correspondence! She has been feeding Alpha Reenan information about o

NeemI have gotten better at acting. I had to, since it did not get easier to be fed from. Something else that has not stopped is the hungry eyes on me. I hear the whispers going around, the cupbearers before me were game to any of the officials that cared to feed. They lived exponentially worse lives than I do, sometimes being fed from so exhaustively the meat is peeled from their bones. They whisper that I’m different, and they want nothing to do with me. What feels like ages since I stepped foot in the palace, Mia is still my only friend, if I can call her that. I’ve not seen or heard from her at all, not since Prince Ismir escorted me back to my chambers and we ran into her in the hallways. There was a look on her face, something she quickly stifled and something I only noticed because I was paying her that much attention. I’m not sure but I wonder if she really does like the prince and feels possessive of him. If so, I don’t have the chance to explain to her that there is nothi

Neem“Who put you in there?!” I try to ask, dropping to my knees in front of him but only a croak comes out. I’ve never regretted not having a tongue as I do right now. His little face is stained with tears from his brilliant green eyes but he stops crying and cocks his head. No way... did he hear me? I wave frantically at him but then I remember the glass is one way, that is why his eyes are not focusing on me. He sniffles as if concluding no one is with him and more tears pour down his face. His little face breaks down into tears again and my heart hurts. With everything in me, I want to hold that little boy close and comfort him. “Hey!” I croak and pound on the glass. Can he hear me?His cries cut off again and he looks around in confusion as if to locate the sound. He must have some really sharp hearing because I’m sure the glass is sound-proof. I pound harder on the glass and he startles, his eyes sharpening. He peers into the glass and raises a palm to rest on the smooth sur