All Chapters of Feral Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

The balcony beckoned to him…but for the cold.A white moon hung above in the vacant dark, keeping the night faintly aglow. No stars. Perfect. There was nothing starry about the entirety of the day either.Lucian tore his hands from the rail of the balustrades as it turned icy against his touch. However thick the robe he was clad in, it didn’t do much to inoculate him. He folded his arms. The chill clutched at his throat and chest all the same. An ugly churn gripped his stomach.But winter wasn't for another two seasons. So was it the temperature or his own inner scare?The foliage below slapped and slithered about each other, whispering discreetly in the wind.From the corner of his eye, he noticed his uncle emerge and come to stand beside him. “What’s behind your troubled eyes, my boy?"Lucian felt the fur of his collars tickle the back of his neck. “You could ask your lovely Moon Goddess”“Go easy on yourself now. Don't go acting like the whole world rests on your shoulders”Lucian

Morning in the Moonglade castle. Someone nudged Rowan awake none too gently, jiggling him like a fucking maraca. “How much longer are you going to sleep for?” Astonishment couldn't quite describe the emotion that sat in his bones as he raised himself, bleary-eyed, from his pillow. He turned his head back toward the nuisance in the most solemn manner. Erwin snorted. “Look at your face!” He grinned. “You look like you've just seen a ghost” He moved away from Rowan's face, grimacing and bringing an arm to his wrinkling nose “God, it smells like damp wood in here” Rowan's hair stuck out, disheveled. He rubbed his eyes. Erwin bounced the apple in his hand and looked at him again. “Good morning,” he smiled. Rowan's drowsy eyes looked back at him, barely able to process anything. “Ex-Excuse me?” he blinked rapidly, voice rasping. “What? Like it's wrong to wake you” Rowan merely stared back. “Well, your old cousin's here to set things right” he bit into his apple. “You have to get up

Selena and Clara took turns in the mirror, fixing their make-up. Selena, beside her sister, quickly slapped her face with some brown powder. The plumes burst across her cheek. Clara picked lipstick off the table and after twisting the bottom till the maroon red stick stood out, she proceeded to swipe it across her lips. Her nails as purple as the room flashed under the light, the little yellow stars on it glinted faintly. The chair screeched back as Clara stood up. Selena perched herself into it, plucking the lipstick straight from her sister's hand.“Can you turn on the lamp? I can't see” Clara told her.She tugged the string lamp string at the edge of their cluttered table, a bystander to the scene of the hubbub of make-up items. Its warm glow spilled across the powders and brushes, diffusing in the room's purple lightning, and softening it.She smudged her lips with the stick. “You're the one who fixed this odd colour in the room. I told you not to” her words stilted as she spoke

The moon, a neon beam tinted the dark of the room. Sulphur wax and powdery white smoke from burnt fire wisped over their heads. Silence choked the atmosphere, even the room behind the door, silence as the drop of temperature.Snickers, miserably failing to choke laughter, filled the room. A cross between puppies and stealth cockroaches scuffling by.Selena heard her own heightened breaths. Fingers came to lace through hers. Clara squeezed her hand, warm, comforting. Selena squeezed back. Her hands, she thought, were probably cold.A clink. Another clink. Three clinks, crisp against a glass surface.“I smell metal” a voice began from the other side of the door. “Iron, to be precise. Shiny, sharpened under the moon’s silver rays” his words settled into the darkness “I smell…Moonglade.”A clog formed in her throat. Surely, there was someone else from the Moonglade. It couldn't be her—And I smell loser She gasped. Her wolf froze within her, its ears perked up, high on alert. Then as i