"I heard he travelled the whole empire looking for witches and warlocks," I put in, voicing the words like a curious, ignorant kid "Is that true? Did he hunt them all on his own?" "He did," Lydia says, but not fondly or proudly. She sounds apprehensive, almost fearful "Gunther and I were in Vynx wh
The Capital is so big. I’m aware that I’m gawking at the grandeur of the gates, and the statues that mark the entrance of Fenrir, but I can’t hold myself back. The statues aren't wolves, but something out of a gothic fantasy. So this is what Lycans look like. Lydia chuckles “You’re gonna fall off,
Holy shit, Zen is getting executed. The woman at my side shoves me aside harshly. “If you want to look so bad why don’t you go all the way to the bell tower, beansprout!” She hisses irritably In a startling moment of clarity, I recall the tower I spotted a little way off the church. A bell tower.
Time can not pass quick enough. I’m sitting in the barred window of the holding room. Outside, the sky is alight with the moon and stars, and cold air caresses my face. A steady burn in my wrists accompanies me, courtesy to the bits of silver in the chains. The one on my neck stings like an open w
I sprint down the stairs. Now that he’s seen me, I hope to hell Zen can make it to the church doors. I’ll go and get Sparrow. The city gates are close by. We can make it, we can— I still in my steps when the doors of the tower flings open, men spilling inside. I’ve only taken a single step back wh
I ignore it, swallow thickly as I get to my feet. My world sways, but I lock my knees, forcing my legs to stay upright. “We need to go.” I tighten my hold on Zen’s hand, my voice scratchy Zen stares at me long enough for a thread of worry to coil around my heart. Then he nods, once, sharply. “We
But Zen looks away from me, shoulders dropping infinitesimally with a sigh. The sheer relief that washes over me at the small familiar action is unimaginable. “Very well.” He mutters quietly He lets go of my hand, gesturing for me to walk ahead. Silently, I start forward. Now my whole body aches,
Zen straightens, and pins me with the weight of his full attention. “What are you doing here, Dinah?” Now my shoulders slump, the last few days meshed up in a haze in my head. “I cant go home.” I say, my voice so quiet I’m not sure he hears it “The Seer said that for whatever reason, my soul belo