Semua Bab MY WEREWOLF DESTINY: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Sophia's POVThe bazaar was a mile from my village, in the middle of a much larger city. Home was typically long but lovely, interrupted by the scent of bodies passing, the far-off screams of night shop closings, and the wooden wagons creaking over cobblestones.It was different tonight. It was too quiet.I proceeded a little way, the packages being cumbersome on the arms, but everything was not in order. There was no car on the road.I had never seen it so much before. Already, the sun had already set in the west, and the earth was already in the darkening shadows. Perhaps I had tarried too long at the market, and most of the travelers were already inside. But with every step deeper in, the quiet was more oppressive.The street that I was driving on wasn't straight out, though--I was driving down a small curvy road that wound along through the trees and took my course away ways. It was crowded this latter part of the hour, too, with folks coming home this same small way. It was empty

Julian's POVThe house has been so quiet since Sophia left, and it becomes quiet the moment you are away. I had already had breakfast and remained on standby on my chair after the final of the washing up had reached the rack to dry.Sophia's food never ever lacked anything to it, something that opened its doors to my home and the good ol' times when all this hadn't happened yet. The spices, the care with which she used to start making every dish—something that I used to do the extra bit for my own too.I didn't have anything particular to get to in a hurry, so I went back to my knitting basket and settled on the verandah. The sun climbed slowly, its beams streaming yellow heat through the porch, making languid, long, heavy shadows on the wood floorboards. A susurration of wind blew light through the trees, its breath on it redolent of wet earth and far-off pine.I sat in my old chair, the one that gently groaned in protest when I leaned back into it. It was in its gentleness that it h

Julian's POVGreen Hills were idyllic for centuries. They lived, they bartered with the towns surrounding them, they earned their bread, and not a whiff of what war was like. Not tonight, though.My back against the attic window, my chest rising in strained gulps, my eyes gazing down at what was left.They were not thieves.They were wolves.They were wolves at a distance, their pack running like specters down the streets. But up close, I did not breathe.They were not wolves.They were werewolves.And worse—rogues.My stomach churned. Something was horribly wrong.Rogues were lone wolves, savage and untrained, outcasts of pack wolves. They never ran with pack wolves, but tonight they fought like trained werewolf soldiers, fighting as one corrupted, inhuman pack.What was wrong with the world?A howl tore the air beneath the street.I turned while a werewolf's teeth tore the throat off a man, blood spewing forth on cobblestone street.The man gargled, his body convulsing before rigor

Julian's POVI held my silver pistol in my hand tightly, attempting to regulate my breathing as I moved along the walls of my house. My heart pounded in my ears, but I stilled myself from making any noise. My house. My battlefield.Selene might be powerful, but she was a stranger—not here.I crept quietly, my feet on the ground even though adrenaline was coursing through my body. I knew this house, the secret paths, the creaking floorboards, the blind spots.I could turn them on her.The attic was a good location, but now it was time to switch. Flank her. Back her into the wall.I descended by the servants' back stairs. The hall, ages and ages ago, had been an exit, built in times of need. It was on that day when today had been the way today was.I had regained myself by the time I'd reached the door into the living room. Her steps were slow as she walked back and forth.She wasn't searching for something.She was waiting.For me.I took a deep breath, then exhaled softly. My hand on

Julian's POVI breathe, Cindy on the ground in front of me, silver knife black glinting. I take a slow, slow, own hand unreasonably steady for the fact that I've lost the adrenaline high.It worked.My bluff worked.Where Cindy had thought she'd been the one in control, I'd been the one in charge the entire time, playing her along.I'd known that I'd never get a decent duel out of any werewolf. Its strength, its speed—it wasn't human.I'd fill bullets into the pistol.I'd stick the silver dagger deep in my hair.My bridal gift from my groom.It was a cruel, bitter twist that twisted my face.He'd never wanted to be on your guard after the two of us were settled. I'd pester and torment him with being settled."It's a man's job to fight," I'd taunt him in the good old days.He sneered and drew a knife."Go and learn then," he had sneered. "For you never know when you will."And he had been right.I knelt over beside Cindy's body, fingers grasping for the knife handle.I knelt beside her