*Kael* What do you do when your Fated suddenly hugs you? My hands are stiff by my side as Lilac wraps her own arms around me, placing her head over my chest. I clench my fists, trying as much as possible not to let her form against me derail my thinking. "Step back, Lilac" I finally speak. My voice demanding. She does, and I try to fight the low growl that escapes my mouth at the loss of her warmth. "Oh shit.. I am so sorry, I don't know why I did that." It is the first time I hear her cuss out loud. She is blinking...rapidly. Seems like she does that when she is confused or nervous. I can still feel her warmth seeping through the thin material of my shirt. Her scent filling up my room like it belongs here. I sigh heavily, rubbing the bridge of my nose."Why are you here?" I ask again. My voice is gruff. I can't help the way my eyes rake over her body, lingering on where her dress begins to ride up slightly. She frowns slightly, her cute button nose pucker

Lilac* "You are hurting me, Kael!" I groan, biting my lips as he holds me back against the car, his grip on my hand tightening. I don't think he hears me, because his grip doesn't loosen a bit, and his blue eyes darken the more. Am I imagining the gold rims I see at the base of his pupils? My head starts banging and I groan again. Kael's grip loosens for just long enough for me to throw an arm up and then he slams me down onto the hood of the car again."Stop being stubborn," Kael growls, pressing his palm down on my legs this time before I can kick him off again. My wrists feel like they're getting ripped off from all the twisting around I'm doing, but it helps keep myself restrained. Kael pushes himself forward so that our noses are practically touching. I stare into his angry eyes and try not to let my breath catch in my throat.He lets go of one wrist long enough to grab hold of my other hand and hold it up above my head, pinning my arms to my sides. I gasp when my fee

"Monsters are not born... They are made." ------ *Kael* The news is splattered all over the lytnet; "Prince Kael attacks a lower ranked Lycan without cause." Nosy journalists and bloggers. The only thing I'm thankful for, is the fact that Lilac's face isn't seen. Father is furious. Raving mad as expected. He is pacing as if his feet will carry him away from the accursed article on my stepmother's hands. He rips it from her hand and throws it down at me. "Care to tell me what the hell this means?!" He yells. "It is clear as day already. I attacked a lower ranked Lycan." I say in reply. Father's eyes darken, clearly riled up at how carefree I sound. If he thinks yelling at me would have me cowering at his feet, well he should know better. "You are always causing trouble, Kael! Have you no regard for your reputation?! If you want to fight, join the fucking military!" I shrug. Father knows very well that I don't care much about my name. I don't even bother

----- *Kael* For once in his life, my Father's happy face is directed at me. "You've made a good choice son," he says. "I always knew you had it in you to be reasonable." I plaster a fake grin on my face as General Caulder shakes hands with my father, his own grin as wide as saucers. "It is wonderful to have such talented and wonderful warrior like Prince Kael in Lycania army...it is such a great addition," he says. I almost roll my eyes. I will watch my back if I were him. Father nods at Caulder one last time before he gets into the car. I still hate that he insisted on coming here to suite his ego. He probably thinks I'm doing this because I'm finally taking his advice. If only he knew. The Barracks is buzzing when we walk through the door. The whole place is practically a hive of activity. Soldiers everywhere and women hurrying around carrying trays and cleaning gear and supplies. As always, I try not to take too much notice of everyone. Even though

*LILAC* Did I say nothing could possibly go wrong? Guess that was a lie, everything is wrong. I should officially sign up as an advocate against gossips because the whispers and not-so-whispers going around are terrible. "Do you think he married a moon-mad Lycan like himself?" Oh, did I forget to say that Kira and I have a class together this morning, and damn right is she so overbearing with this talks. "How would I know?" I give her my very best fake smile. "After all I am new here." I answer with a roll of my eyes. "Ah, true." She stops talking for a while, and then leans in close. "Can you wonder why he joined the Lyncs though? He was doing pretty well in the academia." She doesn't wait for me to reply as she continues, "perhaps it has to do with his sickness. Such a shame. Only if he wasn't married, like goddess I would totally do him moon-mad or not." Fucking hell! I want to scream but I don't, I stay silent not giving her reply. She finally gives up on ge