(Raya’s POV) “Show me,” I tell him, the firmness of my tone belying the sheer confusion and beginning of hysteria inside me. A lycan!? Isn’t that some sort of werewolf? Is he actually telling me that the stuff from nightmares—a half-man, half-beast monster—is not only just a thing from someone’s overly twisted imagination!? He’s got to be pulling my leg because there’s no way it can be true…unless of course it is and everything I know of this world is about to shift.“...otherwise it’s not real.”I shake my head, fighting off the need to succumb to the fear as this dream of falling in love with someone so perfect is starting to fray around the edges, turning dark and foreboding.Kaan nods, picking up a pebble and then throwing it to the waters below. “I will, but not today, Hiraya. Not while our hosts are still here.” He pauses for a few seconds and then he turns to me again. “There’s no need to rush anyway. You will see it during the festival. It is part of the tradition for us to s
(Kaan’s POV)“Mutiny?”Sylvana makes a clicking sound with her tongue and teeth. “You heard correctly, cousin. There are those who are considering snubbing your very first Hybrid Festival, thereby showing their discontent and disapproval for your…company.” She glances at Raya who is watching us in confusion. “They do not recognize you as the king while your father lives and they intend to use that flimsy excuse to begin undermining your authority.”“That’s absurd. My father will hear about it and—” I frown. When my father does hear about it, he will be upset and given the state of his health, stress will definitely not improve it. “Who are they? Are they planning on putting another in my place? That would be rather tricky since I am the only heir to the line of kings and no one else can do the particular thing that we do. What do they hope to gain?”“Oh, they have a subtler but more devious agenda than that of replacing a legitimate son of the lycan king, whose line was chosen and bles
(Kaan’s POV)The day of the Hybrid Festival looms closer and I get more and more restless by the minute.I mean, this is it. My very first official duty, even though my father will surely return to his duties soon. I have been keeping tabs on him and according to his doctor, he is getting better every day, although not well enough yet to return to his responsibilities.To be honest, I am more anxious about my father than about the damn festival. He’s doing much better but something has changed in me because of what happened.The thing is, it made me realize how quickly things would change when he’s gone. I’ve always known what the future holds for me, yes, but it hits differently this time because now there is a sense of urgency and impending doom.My life will change drastically and not only because I now have a chosen mate, but because I will be taking the mantle of the king and I don’t think I will ever be ready for that. The workload will be heavier but I can manage that and the
(Raya’s POV)Kaan steps protectively forward, shielding me from the newcomer’s uncanny sharp eyes, but I tiptoe to look over his shoulder, eager to see our visitor.“Hmm…this must be the human mate I’ve heard so much about.” The silver-haired lady drawls, her voice spine-chilling in its apathy.Human mate? She must be another lycan, but unlike Sylvana, this one doesn’t look very friendly. She stands tall and straight, almost military in her stance. Her short silver hair seems to be spun from moonbeams; they shimmer as if with a light of their own in the dark. She looks to be around her early sixties, but I’m not really a good judge when it comes to age so I could be wrong.Just like Kaan, the cold doesn’t seem to bother her because she is wearing only a simple black leather outfit with a fur overcoat.“Lady Cordelia,” Kaan says, his tone guarded. “We welcome you to Eldra Systir.”“Why do you hide her, Prince Kaan?” The lady asks, almost sounding amused. “Do you really think I would off
(Raya’s POV) “...the worst is yet to come.” The words ring terrifying and true. I might have passed the initial test and gotten past ‘Cerberus’ but we’re just at the gates of hell and we have yet to meet the rest. I glance at Kaan and see him watching as Sylvana and Lady Cordelia walk away. His whole body appears stiff with anxiety and I’m afraid touching him or even speaking to him right now will make him snap. So I resigned myself to waiting. Only to find myself being lifted in his arms and carried off to the house without a warning. Before I know it, I am on the bed, being kissed senseless and I close my eyes, hoping he won’t stop this time, like when we were down at the beach and he pulled away just when things were heating up. However, he pulls away again but this time, he appears to be struggling for control as he begs me to accept being his mate. To be honest, I thought I already was but he has that intense look in his eyes that tells me something is different this time a
(Raya’s POV)My hands are trembling. Probably out of excitement but there is unease as well.“It’s not gonna bite…you know that, right?”That he can still tease me when my poor nerves are frayed gives me the push I need. I snap the button open.Of course he’s wearing underwear. I’m almost disappointed. Almost. But only because I was already mentally preparing myself to see the real thing…that is, as God intended it to be before mankind was cast out of the Garden of Eden.Oh, but would you look at that!? I wanted to whistle—he might as well have not worn anything at all. That poor fabric, stretched to its limit…begging to—I look up. He’s watching my reaction with such intensity but my brain seems to have stopped working for a few seconds.I clear my throat. “I might need you to get insurance, you know—just in case we break something,” I tell him, trying to sound casual.He blinks, confused. “Break something? What do you mean?”I pointedly glance down before looking back at him again.
(Raya’s POV)I can’t feel the mark anymore but I know it’s there. It’s beginning to make me rather conscious now and I’m pretty sure no amount of laser light energy will be enough to remove it should it start to really unnerve me. There is no going back from this vow.Not that I want it removed, I’m just a little bit…I don’t know, I can’t explain it. Bothered is really the only adjective I can think of. Like there’s an itch I can’t scratch and it’s starting to be uncomfortable.The mark is actually very pretty so I’m not even sure why it’s eliciting a weird reaction from me. Frankly, if I was ever into tattoos, I would probably even have chosen something very similar. But there is restlessness in me right now, something I’ve never felt before.Sometimes I even feel angry. Which is weird because what is there to be angry about?My monthly period must be coming soon, come to think of it. Maybe it’s just hormones.I know it’s a big deal for Kaan so I don’t say anything or he might take i
(Raya’s POV)I have goosebumps all over and tears in my eyes at this point. I know the story is a tragic one, but hearing the words still hits you hard. “Oh no…she died!?”Tilda sighs. “It's called ‘hamferð’. I believe in English you may call it as some sort of a vision, but ‘hamferð’ is specifically a Faroese term for seeing the dead and ninety-nine percent of the time it’s because one of your loved ones had drowned while at sea and they would show themselves to you in ‘hamferð’. The dead ones almost never speak. Most often they just show up, look at you or point at something, maybe even do some chore they always did when they were alive, but then they’d disappear and would never be seen again.”“That’s so sad…what happened to the little sister?” I’m so invested now and I stare at the little island with different eyes.“Little Eva knew that this probably meant her beloved big sister had fallen off the ferry and drowned. Overcome with grief, little Eva wailed, full of grief, waking up