"What the hell happened to your car? Why are you all cut up?" Her dad asks when she comes home. He's a small man, barely taller than Alora, and has dark, peppered hair. "Alora-don't walk away from me--""Don't talk to me about walking away," Alora mutters as she walks through the entrance and up the stairs."Excuse me?" He asks but she continues to go up to the stairs. He follows her, even as she goes straight to Ariella's bedroom, "Young woman, you may think that you're all grown up but ""But nothing!" She turns around and I flinch away. She screams like Kiana does when Mac or Da have annoyed her.Her thoughts ring through my head even though I barely understand them. She's fed up with everyone telling her what is and isn't the fucking world. I scrunch my brow but can't make sense of that...Alora must be angry if she's swearing like Mac.She marches right up to her Da until she's in his face, "I'm so fed up with you acting like my dad when you're around. But where have you been, Dad
Kaizer's arms consume me. I sink into his arms as my parents hug his parents goodbye. We've just been over to discuss me participating in dance again, and thankfully they have decided to pull some strings for me. I'll lose my position as any future leads but I'm more than happy to dance ensemble."It's been great seeing you again," He smiles, "We only ever see each other in school now.""We'll hang out soon," I promise, "I've just been sorting out a lot of stuff.""Take your time. I'll be waiting."His cheeks are pink as we leave, waving as we pull out of their suburban driveway. My mom turns around and grins."He likes you, baby."I roll my eyes, "Ma-I have a boyfriend.""Who?" My dad asks sharply. "Is he the one who's been getting you up to no good?""No....Hendrick..." I says slowly, "Detective Claude introduced us at...Ariella's funeral. He goes to the same school as me.""Oh? Is he a senior too?" My mom smiles at me."He's a junior."My dad packs out laughing but says nothing mor
"Mac. Let her go." It's Kiana that has him hesitate. His claws are half in my throat, but he pauses when his mate speaks. She shakes her head, "This isn't how we do things. You know that because of what Leon did. So let her go."He does, though I'm not much better off. With the pressure released from my throat, I can breathe again but it feels like inhaling nails. I bow over and hack away. Eamonn huddles over me, his little face scrunch up in frightened tears. I try to tell him that it's fine, but I can barely see straight. And, honestly, I'm halfway crying myself.I'm quickly becoming well-versed with the look of someone who wants to kill.Kiana comes up beside me and inspects the damage, "Fuck it, Mac! You should have been gentler-she brought him back. What the-Where do you think you're goin'?"He's disappeared into the thick cover of the forest. I can't look away from the trees. I'm convinced that he's going to change his mind and come back. He wants me dead-I've never seen someone
"You're nothing like her.""Not exactly...but I think that she was a High Prophet." He has gone still, and I try to speak in a soothing tone as I continue, "I...saw her final moments, Kennedy. I was with her-in a vision-and I felt everything she felt, thought everything she thought...and she had a direct connection with the Goddess Artemis.""The High Prophet of Artemis..." He murmurs quietly but it sounds more like a statement. He's not surprised by this-which surprises me in turn. "You knew. You knew who and what she was, despite her hiding it—""I was her mate. O'course I knew." He runs his hands through his hair. It isn't tied back in a ponytail like usual. It falls on his shoulders in golden waves. "But it doesn't explain how you do.""Because I have the same kind of connection with Hekate." He's like a statue again. "I...I'm the High Prophet of Hekate, Kennedy... the Prophet of Death."He's caught off guard this time. I watch as a range of emotions pass through him. Disbelief. C
"Sit down," Kennedy's hands grab my shoulders, and he gently sits me down on the edge of his bed. He disappears and comes back with a medicinal tube."I don't know why you care about all this-about me. Especially after the fights," I mumble, "I know why you care about Leon and the reasons I was asking about him...but you were curious about me before that.""You're different," He says simply, "I was curious-and it seems as though my instincts had been right about you. You are very special indeed."I don't say anything as he unscrews the cap and presses some of the gel onto his fingers. It smells like mint almost, but I know it isn't. It's most likely arnica."Do you mind if I...?" He holds up his fingers, eyes flickering down to my neck. I shake my head. "The Prophet of Death has always been shrouded in darkness and mystery. The last one went missing around the Second World War. For almost a century, we've lived without a direct connection to Hekate, and it's led to a lot of disarray a
I don't go back to Abrego for a couple days to sort things out with my parents. We go over what's been going on at school, and how we are going to go forward. I've told them everything, save for the Wolves which leaves a lot of the details out, but they get the gist of it. Or at least the stereotypical high school girl version. Grief. Boy issues. Bullies.So it isn't surprising when Hendrick tracks me down and approaches me at the gym. I assume Skyler has told him that I'm allowed to go back to dance practice, but he avoids the pointed look I give him."Hey," He leans against the bar in the dance room. I only adjust the bag on my shoulder, and he stands up, "Alora...we need to talk."I'm quiet for a long time, before I look at Skyler, "Skyler..""I'm giving you ten minutes," He says, pointing at Hendrick, "She's on thin ice-so don't keep her too long. She needs to play some major catch- up."We've arrived an hour early to take things slowly and catch up, so I have some time to play wi
Blue eyes like ice. Hair like snow. A demeanor as hard and serious as the Guide herself. Iphigenia watches me as I sit up.We're in the Plane of the Dead, the meadow. But there is no sight of Hekate or Ariella. It's only me and my alter-ego."I...How can we look alike?" My head spins as I watch my mirror image step towards me. Her mouth is set, and she is far sterner than I am. Her silent presence is intimidating, whereas mine is easily passed over."I don't need to answer that for you-but you are me. Just like the Death Prophets before you." Her eyelashes are crisp white, and her lips are pale blue. She is Death. "I've waited a long time for this day, Alora.""To meet?""To be free."She is dressed in a silk robe that trail behind her in wisps. Just like Hekate, she seems to glide along the ground, though her bare feet crunch against the grass unlike the Moon Goddess. Her arms are clasped in front of her, shoulders rolled back, and chin up like she can perfectly balance an egg on the
Images flash through my mind. Ashenia's frightened eyes as I shifted. Denial. The blood and muscle that shifted and tore underneath my powerful jaws. The way she tried to shift but I had her pinned before she could move.I had passed out before I could finish what she started.Hendrick runs a hand through his hair as he speeds down the empty road leading to Abrego. The wind slams against the car, pounding loudly. I can smell and taste everything. My senses are in complete overdrive."I'm gonna be sick," I whimper and drag myself up to the window. He's already turned into the packlands, and the Jeep jerks to the side as he pulls over. I open the door just as bile and spit spilled from my lips, and I hang outside the car.His hands are on my shoulders, but I hear him talking. The buzz of Avianna's voice on the other side of a phone make me grit my teeth.Run.Iphigenia pushes against me as I step away from Hendrick and towards the forest. The soaked, muddy foliage squishes beneath my fe