“I don’t know what you mean,” Cassy said, turning away quickly and rushing over to the table that held her book, eager to place enough distance between herself and him. She could not think much when he was around her. Itching to change the subject, she picked up the thick grey book and turned, raising it high for him to see. He frowned, shoving his hands into the pocket of his pants. “What is that?” She bit on her lower lip nervously. “There is something I want to show you, and while I do not want to bother you with more work, I believe it might be important. Possibly a message for you.” His red brow lifted. “A message for me? In the pages for Lunas? I highly doubt that.” She rolled her eyes with a soft groan that had Lino chortling. She pulled out a chair and pointed it at him. “Come sit,” she said without turning to look at him and pulled out another chair and settled in it. He joined her, and she felt rather than saw him lean into to peer into the open book on he
Cassy nodded and sighed. He could see the lines of stress about her eyes and on her smooth face. Her eyes were haunted and temporarily vacant as she was lost in thought. There was that look again. Something was bearing down on his mate and she wasn’t telling him what it was. Cassy was hiding something from him. “What is it, Cass?” She blinked, expression suddenly guarded. “Nothing. I just have a lot to think about these days. Like the ceremony in a few days and the speech I have to write! It’s a lot of things to think about.” Lino’s eyes narrowed. He had felt every single lie down the bond. She was lying to him and hehad just confirmed it by the series of lies she just told. How could he ask her? He needed her to trust him completely. He needed her to know she could trust him with anything that bothered her. Lino sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I will have the old texts searched for. There should be something we can find on this said ritual.” Cassy
Tears suddenly filled her eyes, and Lino started, completely confused. She turned away from him sharply. “You do not care for me, is that it? I came here, not just to convince you to follow my father’s course. I came here because I was so alone. My brother died!” Lino’s heart sank as he suddenly felt the woman’s grief. He hadn’t asked her about it. He had been too occupied trying to make his mate jealous to understand or be there. “I needed someone to speak to. A friend. We were friends first, before all of the things we went through. Before all of the things you put me through,” she sobbed, and though, Lino very well wanted to tell her he was sure it had been the other way around, he kept still, not speak or interrupting the crying woman. Perhaps, it was her own way of expressing her grief and her pain. She suddenly turned dramatically, and Lino resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She really was a wonderful actress. If she thought she could play this card once mor
Eleanor shifted slightly, eyes fluttering open. She blinked severally, adjusting her vision to the sudden brightness of wherever she was. Her head hurt and even the slightest movement had her wincing and motioning to grab her head. Only, she couldn't move her hands, or her legs. A let out a warning growl as she tried again, but her hands and feet would not budge. She peered down at herself to find that she was tied in straps of clothing and...chain? What in the world....who would dare keep her in chains? And what in the world was she wearing? A tunic that was four sizes larger than her sat on her upper half and her tight pants remained on her lower half. Her feet were stuffed in her boots, though they didn't seem so dirty anymore. She felt somewhat refreshed, and minus the headache, she felt...well rested. Just how long had she been knocked out? And who in the world changed her clothes?! She recalled the last thing she had been doing before she had felt pai
He expected that she would act the fool. Like a slave before him. But she would never. She was Eleanor Badminton. She had Alpha blood running through her veins. It made her as close to royalty--even more than the useless Cassy who had suddenly shown up with Alpha blood. Cassy was a fake. She was the real thing. She hailed from a strong line of werewolves. She would never bow to a sorcerer or demean her status by begging for shelter. She was not a lowly Omega, or some useless servant. He might have been mocking her by calling her princess, but that was everything that she was, and so much more. She would take from him like she had taken from everyone else whenever she so wished it. Her mother had always said, "Everything in this world belongs to you, if you so wished to take it for yourself." And she had lived by that code her whole life. She would never beg for a thing. Not when she had the Alpha tone. So she squared her shoulder and raised her chin, reaching
Selene cocked her head in a strange motion. “You have placed her in the path of the sorcerer? To redeem her?” The Moon Goddess shrugged, the expression making her ethereal being almost look human. Selene scowled, as much as wolf could scowl. “The woman has no redeemable qualities! Even now, all she thinks about is killing Cassy and ruining Lino. There is nothing to redeem in her. Besides, her life is Cassy’s to take. Do you wish to change that? To help her?” Sadness flickered in the eyes of the goddess very swiftly. “They are all my children, Selene. It doesn’t matter how terrible a child becomes, the mother never stops loving them. She never gives up on them. Her life might be Cassy’s to claim, but I do doubt my favored will have much reason to kill her if she turns a new leaf.” “The woman will not turn a new leaf. It doesn’t matter how many times you try to help. A leopard will never change its spots.” The Goddess moved back, settling in her preferred throne. “
Cassy rode across the hill, smiling with her face turned toward the sky. It was a great day for a ride. It was all perfect. The day. The ride. Lino. Her relationship with him. She knew in her gut that things were going to get better. For all of them. She brought Morra along, because the woman had seemed to have a lot of work to do. She'd reassigned the task to the other maids and had the woman follow her. She knew Morra didn't like her much, but she was the only companion she had had for the past few days that was somewhat tolerable. She stole a glance at the petit woman. "You can ride with me if you're tired," she said for the third time. Morra stared straight ahead, sweating from trying to keep up with her. "Again, thank you Luna. You are very kind." She had rejected her offer everytime she asked, even if it was so obvious that she was exhausted from walking the far distance. It made Cassy uncomfortable, as they made the perfect image of 'The tyrant and h
Howling loud enough to shake the ground, Cassy broke the arrow the arrow, and threw the other half of it for the woman behind Morra. It hit it's mark, landing in the woman's side. She suspected it was a surface injury but she didn't care to find it out. She had created enough distraction with which they could run from here. The male whipped around, dashing for Cassy. Numbing herself to the pain of the wolfsbane and it's effects that had already begun to settle in, Cassy lunged for the male whose sword had begun to rise to cut through her. She was not going to die again. She had so much to do. So much to live for now. The useless wolfsbane was nothing compared to her determination to survive. She dropped into a low crouch at the last second and kicked her foot out, causing the male to fall on his side, sword clattering out of his grasp. But Cassy didn't wait to watch what she had done. She ran for the sword, grabbing it from the floor and she grabbed Morra's wrist