Ayda's POV "Now hear me out, as a friend—as a very concerned and worried friend who has just seen a whole bunch of people get killed in various horrifying ways—maybe it isn't the best idea in the world to go back to the place that has all the people who want to kill you in it. Just a thought."Nicolette had her two index fingers pressed together, the point resting under her thick bottom lip. Pelham eyed us wearily, awkwardly holding the yoke in his hands, shifting his focus from the grazing cattle to our standoff. We were still about half a day's journey to the nearest settlement, but to go any further would risk the cattle to a tragic death by exhaustion.Pelham had felt that we'd covered enough ground that should anyone learn of Nicolette's and my departure from the castle, they'd be pressed to figure out which path we choose. Even if it was common knowledge that we both could shift, we still needed to rest, which meant there would be long stretches of time wher
Ayda's POV As a child, I'd always wondered why royal packs and their lands were always named after gemstones or precious metals. My mother, Luna Miray, used to bemoan my endless need to question things. Why was the sky blue? Why were women called Lunas and not Alphas? Why did the guardsmen wear their hair so short to their scalps compared to the hairstyle of the average man?If my father was prone to calling me his Shining Light, then my mother was keen on calling me her Chatterbox.The question still remained unanswered. Perhaps it would always remain so, but now I had a new query posed on my lips. How on earth had the Opal Hill pack, a pack which never sent dignitaries to court nor ever was talked about at large in lycanthrope society, managed to construct a metropolis of this caliber?It wasn't as though Opal Hill was as expansive as other Lycan settlements, such as Eventide City, which was the biggest settlement in Capitoline. Opal Hill was maybe a tenth of the
Ayda's POV The prison was a lot more wholesome and charming than I'd originally anticipated when the Luna of Opal Hill shackled us for suspicion of espionage from an enemy state a few hours ago.For example, the beds were properly stuffed in goose down as opposed to the straw bedding that I'd grown used to in the servants' quarters while I was in Castle Lykaia. The room itself was a very spacious twenty-five square feet of stone cottage with bay windows that opened out into the courtyard with an en suite open-air bathroom. Granted, the windows seem to be gilded in electricity somehow, as there is a constant hum that lets me know there's a live current running through it. I would hate to be stung by that, but I suppose that's the point. A good deterrent for those that try to escape or alter the windows. There also seemed to be hidden spike traps along the exposed walls of the bathroom.However, the door, equally as guarded as the window and the walls, was perhaps t
Ayda's POV "Did you not know I had been born an Omega? Surely I figured that bastard would have had my status ringing in his halls for all to hear. Goddess knows he was happy to let me know what a useless excuse of a mate I was to my husband." The Luna of Opal Hill drank her tea with the type of nonchalance one would have if they discussed trivial matters like the weather, not the illegitimacy of their heirs or their lack of fertility."I don't believe Kostas mentioned anything of the sort," I said while Nicolette looked at her like how a tree may grow towards the sun. Life-giving and confirming. "But then again, I was not really on speaking terms with the High Alpha.""I'm surprised; maybe old age has mellowed him out." So I was right then; Luna Kathrine didn't know of Kostas' death. Interesting. "Well, if there weren't jokes at my expense for my lack of fertility, then he always brought up my issues with holding a full shift. A 'poor excuse for a sh
Ayda's POV "How do you know my name?" I walked down into the sunken base where the priestess and the effigies stood, my hand sliding along the staircase's banister for support. I was thankful Nicolette and Kathrine had waited outside to give my audience with the priestess some privacy. Now that I knew she was indeed a genuine article, I didn't want her telling truths to parties I still was unsure of. "My true name?""A silly question for a priestess of the Goddess." The high priestess never turned her head to acknowledge my movement. Her eyes were still on the fire in front of the mirror. Well, the beads that symbolized her eyes were lost as they were in the writhing mass of tissue. "We know many things: what is now, what shall be, what never was.""Then you should know why I'm here."I stopped a couple of yards away from her. The woman made my skin crawl, and after all the deaths back at Obsidian Moon, I wasn't in the mood to try and go aga
Sebastian POV The office of a High Alpha was one of the most coveted positions in polite Lycan society.No one else in Court retained as much power as a High Alpha, for their word was the law that bound us all together. Without a High Alpha, there would be no order, as seen in the Age of Lawlessness before the War of Packs. When packs thought it best to fend for themselves, a barbaric time where the innocent were slaughtered under the guise of survival of the fittest.As a result of its substantial influence over all werewolf kind, and the horrors of the days of old, High Alpha was not a title given to those faint of heart. Thus, the abode of a High Alpha was known as the Lair of the King for a reason and reflected such gravitas.Father had kept the room styled in the same decorative trappings as all the Lykaios men did: with the pelts of his enemies. The tiled floor could barely be seen, so thick were the pelts of my family's fallen enemies—our legacy in blood.
Sebastian POV "YOU THINK I WON'T BURN THIS WHOLE F*CKING CASTLE TO THE GROUND WITH US BOTH INSIDE!?""Narcissa—"My palm met the fine porcelain of one of Luna Alexandra's vases before I knocked the offending piece of pottery away from my face. Narcissa was already onto the next one, claw marks scouring the walls. She'd shifted while in her dress, her new bulk of proportions causing the seams to burst, trailing dark feathers from where she'd fled the office. She slammed into the wall, screaming bloody murder, her shoulder dislocating to pop back higher, fur covering the odd disjointing as she continued to shift.She was unstable, coming to her other self in pieces, and she reminded me of a baby bird during its first molt. The moment was private, her weakness an ugly stain on the canvas of her person, a vulnerability that hurt to look at. She sobbed, mouth overcrowded with too many fangs for a human jaw, her mascara running into dark rivers down her angular che
Sebastian POV It wasn't until the dawn of the next day that Andreas regained enough lucidity to become coherent again."Water?"His voice cracked on the second syllable, the lack of moisture in his mouth robbing him of that charming rolling cadence that he normally had. I rested the traveler's journal I was reading face down on the nightstand, bringing the goblet of water to his patched lips. He drank, slow at first, until the water renewed his thirst, and drank in gluttonous gulps until the glass was drained.Only then did Andreas attempt to speak again, "There was an attack in the hinterlands between here and Eventide City. I came to warn you of the men.""Yes, Beta Sala filled me in on the details of the militia you stumbled over when he arrived late last evening. Do not—" I pressed him back down into the mattress, pulling a sheet over him in the process. "What in the Goddess' name is wrong with you? You're recovering from silver poisoning! Which can be fat