“Tell me what Nazte and Scillian are planning,” I said flatly, “and this – all of this – is yours.”
My method of torture was exactly the opposite. I gestured broadly to the table before us, upon which were a myriad of foods, drinks, and clothes. Luezza’s scowl didn’t once let up, but her eyes, usually like hard chips of blue ice, seemed to melt at the sight of the steaming buns and herbal tea.
Her hands were knotted tightly to the chair I’d sat her on. Her fingers, which had not once stopped writhing in an attempt to shake off her bonds, at last stilled. She sighed. “Fine.”
I frowned at her. Was it really so easy to break her? I remembered what she had been like when I’d first met her, with a scowl that never faltered and eyes full of hatred. Even her sugared words had come out sour.
Then again… I had seen the way the Winterpaw Warrior wolves lived. Such a spread had o
Waiting a week to speak to Ares was torture. The knowledge I now had burned a hole through my heart, and fear gripped me tight through every waking and sleeping hour.I went down to speak to Luezza every day, swapping out with the Warrior Wolf on guard for a few hours each afternoon after lunch, just to be near someone who knew Ares. Being so far from him, in a place that revelled in his supposed death, made my mate start to take on an unreal quality. Rather than letting myself wonder if I’d imagined everything that had happened between us, I spoke to Luezza. She was tangible proof that Alpha Ares had been real. That he was real.She didn’t give much away, and she alternated between spitting at my boots and begging for my forgiveness, but I took it all the same. Anything to remember that this half-life I was now living wouldn’t be my life forever. Getting away for a second time would likely arouse suspicion, so I had to go about my exploits with more caution when the time finally cam
‘He – he’s what?’ I frowned at nothing, my senses suddenly more alert than they’d been a moment ago. Luezza had found me so easily…‘Gone missing. I haven’t seen him for four days. Cendres kept talking to me through our mindlink until I was out of range, and he still hasn’t returned.’‘Well, where is he? Does Cendres have any ideas?’‘I doubt he’s gone on a peaceful little fishing trip,’ said Ares dryly. ‘I can only assume that he’s gone to the Greyhide Canyon Pack. He’s not used to being an Omega in Winterpaw; there, at least, he’ll have his status back, if what Luezza has told you is true.’I twisted around, hearing sounds where there were none. ‘Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right. Poor Cen, though.’‘At least I know where you are,’ Ares agreed, though even from here I could feel a flare of pain through the mate bond, like lightning through clouds, as it struck him. ‘If you went missing... If I didn’t know where to find you… I’d go mad, beautiful.’‘Not that much would change, then.
“I went to speak to Alpha Ares.”Silence hung heavy in the air between us. Though I wanted to fidget, I held my ground. I would not bow before her. I would not lie. I met her gaze with something akin to defiance, my core burning with guilt and squeezing with anger.Her face twisted. “What do you mean?”I took a deep breath. “Alpha Ares is alive. I didn’t kill him. I just… I wanted you to trust me again.”“So you lied,” she said, her voice as flat as her expression. “Again.”I lifted my chin. “Yes. Because you had to listen to me fast, Mum. You didn’t believe that Greyhide were the real threat. I thought that if Ares was out of the picture, you’d see that it wasn’t him–”“You’re still bewitched by him. Stars, Haile,” she groaned, running a hand down the length of her braid. “I thought you were better than this.”“Mum, I–”She grabbed me by the arm. “No. You’ve said enough. You always trusted me before, Haile. You were the perfect Luna’s daughter, and I thought – I always thought that y
The room was dark and quiet. I squinted into the silence. I couldn’t believe Mum had left me here. Not only that – she’d had a bloody Omega come in and tie me to the chair. I’d let him, wanting to appease Mum sooner rather than later. If I’d fought back, she might have come back and tied me down herself. As it was, it had been almost too easy to slip free of the ropes – ropes, not chains, the fool – and stand up from the chair. But that didn’t change the fact that the door was locked from the outside. I cursed under my breath and stared at the handle again. Wiggling it would only alert the guard outside that I was free of my bonds. If only I could warn Ares from here. If only I could mindlink him, but he was too far away – And then it struck me. I couldn’t mindlink Ares, but I could mindlink anyone I liked in the Blue Moon Pack. Grinning to myself, I found the imprint of Nana Baspy’s mind and sent her a message. ‘Nana
I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious for, but I knew three other things: the first was that my head hurt, the second was that dawn-light still painted the sky – had a full day passed, or no time at all? – and the third was that I was slung over someone’s back. Slowly, my memories pieced themselves back together. My puffy, bleary eyes sought of the colour of the fur beneath me. White. I couldn’t see his brown paw, but I knew, deep down, that it was Nazte I sat upon.Next, I turned my attention to my surroundings. I moved as carefully as I could, remaining limp across his back and using the momentum of the slow beats of his run to mask the shifting of my neck and head. As I lifted my head, I quickly understood why I had not fallen from him, even as a dead weight perched precariously upon his back. I was tied to him. I frowned. He wouldn’t have been able to do that himself. He had help. A companion.‘Ares?’ Still unable to pinpoint my exact location, I hoped and prayed and begg
I had only one thing left in my arsenal. My voice.“Mates?” I scoffed, wanting to hurt him. Besides – he was talking nonsense, anyway. He'd once said he might've respected me, in another life, if we were two different souls. But then again… Was this a way to buy myself some time? My opportunity? Could I convince Nazte that I felt something for him? I twisted my expression into something dark, something pained, which really wasn’t all that hard, and met his pale eyes with sad, unblinking ones of my own. “Maybe we could have been. Maybe… Maybe I’ve always thought so, Nazte. Maybe we fight because we are drawn to one another.”The words made my stomach curdle, but they gave Nazte pause. He arched a blonde eyebrow at me.I surged on. The more I talked, the more time I bought myself. “Yeah – yeah. The first time we met? I’ve never been pushed like that before. Never seen so much… Um… Passion.”He scoffed. “If there’s one thing you aren’t, Haile, it’s a liar. I tried to kill you. I wanted
In the darkness, there remained spots – sparkles, glittering sparkles – of light, which shone silver as the stars. I brushed past them, uninterested in their beauty. I had suffered so much. Was this not my right? Was peace not more than I was allowed?And then I heard a voice. Real or hallucinated, I didn’t know. But the voice drew me close, pulled me into strong arms, arms that smelt like snow and woodsmoke and pine, and I could taste wine on his lips, and the voice inside me grew louder.‘Don’t give in, beautiful. Don’t give up.’It was a voice I knew even in death, and I clung to it. It was gravel and honey, sin and sorrow, beauty and pain and good and evil and whimsy and smirks and sardonic and oh, how I loved it.How I loved him.The past and the present separated. Memories untangled, leaving behind the raw, rasping sound of my throat as I screamed for help, as water – cold, icy cold water – rushed over my head, rushed down, down, down into my lungs. But that was the past, and I
I shoved myself up – only to wobble on my still-chained legs and stumble back down onto the sand. I slumped down; there was no strength in my arms, and I struggled to haul myself back up into a sitting position. To their credit, neither of my grandparents rushed to my aid. I knew the offer of help was there, but I’d never been one to enjoy being mollycoddled. I would get myself up.“He got away?” I grunted, brushing my sandy hands on my sandy, chained thighs.“We were lucky to find you, little wolf.” Nana Baspy’s creased face twisted with sympathy. I met her gaze, hating the pity I found there, and nodded.Then everything else that had fallen to the back of my mind hit me, all at once. “Shit,” I muttered, looking between them with wide eyes. “Mum – has she left for Winterpaw?” “Not yet,” said Grandpa Attie, and the knot in my chest loosened slightly. “Your dad has been holding her up, for as long as he can.” A smile played at the corner of his thin, lined lips. “He’ll get himself loc