I sat in one of the seats at the round table while Lady Arnott spoke. Her words were dimming into whispers as the seconds went by, fading into the surrounding room. Everyone here were Alis, people I was supposed to be comfortable with. May sat two seats down from mine, next to Amy, while Luke sat at the head of the table, his mate standing next to him. The others, their names and faces had meshed into a pool, settling into the room. Old acquaintances of my parents, vampires who had stood with us to fight the war. Or rather what had seemed like the war at that time. Now something else threatens to take the peace we know. Irrespective, my mind doesn't linger on this aspect. Actually, I find it far away dwelling on something more much mortifying, yet I find it ever so hard to shake my thoughts, to simply lock them away and focus. Yuuki. Yuuki fills my thoughts to no end, the sound of her voice, the captivating smell that surrounds her and just the bewitching taste of her blood. I crave

I didn't even bother to entertain Aria's statement just answered her with silence. History has taught enough of us what happens to humans turned vampire mates. Irrespective of whether they were born in Rome or St. Petersburg, they would always be killed. None has been known to survive. "You have enough problems on your own than to deal with the Valkaries. " She says answering her own question. "Still, a human, it doesn't make sense. Especially not in the grand scheme of things. " "Exactly why the puzzle piece doesn't fit quite well" I add. "But that's not the only problem" I meet her curious gaze taking a deep breath. " I still haven't found concrete evidence, but the girl is some family sort of my ex fiancee. Maybe her sister. She's her replica. " "Oh dear" Groaned Lady Arnott her hand resting against her chest. "This is rather disconcerting. ""I've met the Oracle once, she plainly told me Belle wasn't my mate, " I explain sitting up on the side of the bed. "I knew that much, the

I spent the better half of an hour scrubbing my body from the remnants of mud and muck that had stuck unto my skin. Standing on the outside of this scene, I might have seemed like an entitled spawn of an aristocrat, who scorned the very thought of ever getting dirty. In truth having the constant warm baths have left me complacent of being out braving the elements a day ago. Now I'm wondering, if Hades had not sent his men to kidnap me that day, would we have even survived this long, surging through abandoned building and demolished estates? Food was becoming an even scarcier commodity and I know Thomas best of all. He would chose death than kneel. "What the hell is that?"A voice comes unexpectedly, tearing me from my thoughts. I glanced away from the mirror, my face immediately flushing red seeing Thomas at the door and quickly I folded the towel about my body. Maybe in retrospect what I should have done was check on Aiden's bite marks he left, in the bathroom instead of here in th

The morning sir flows through the windows in blankets but nothing seems to warm me. I remembered my dream of memories, I just can't understand why I'd forget everything. My mother made my father lock me away and he happily did. That's the reason why Belle's name was only in that book. He meant it when he said I didn't exist anymore. He wasn't my father. They disowned me. "I remember," I say to Thomas as he pulls his hand through the sleeve of his shirt. I catch his questioning look that asks what the hell I'm talking about. "I remember, why my father locked me away. "Thomas sighs loudly much to my annoyance running his hand through his hair. "I don't see why you're trying to get your memories back, Yuuki. You're cranky as it is already. I know who you are. " He says taking my face into his hands. What the hell does he even mean by that?! "But I don't!" I snap pulling from his grasp. "This is important. It is important to me to know who I am and why they did this. They were hid

The cold and dark are synonymous, but so are lies and betrayal. Everything we once knew are being overturned and everything we didn't are coming to light. Nothing is really as it seems. The chaos forces everyone to question their genuinity. No one is safe from their previously decided choices. I'm not who I said I was, I became the thing I hated and now nothing makes sense. Have I been lying to myself my entire life? Now a war is coming, no it's just outside our door steps and I'm at the center of it all. But unlike before, dying isn't an option or a choice. It's not on the table. I have to do much more than just survive, I have to live. Too many people already gave up their lives for this!And I have no intention to give up without a fight.