Kaiya There’s no sign of the warriors that we sent back with Stone Wood. The handful of wolves that have the courage to stand up to us are weak, inbred to an extreme degree, and feral. It is a blood bath with almost no surivors. Dripping in blood, I shift back to human and turn around to face Oswald. “Where are their warriors?” He shifts and casts his eyes to the ground so he doesn’t have to look at my nudity. “Dead, I’d wager. Killed by rogues.” “Or they fled into the mountains,” Thaddeus proposes. Unlike Oswald, my nudity doesn't appear to bother him, and he looks straight at me while he speaks. Strangely, I prefer that to Oswald's clear discomfort. “Send warriors to sniff them out,” I say. Grinning, Thaddeus nods and runs outside. With purposeful strides, I cross the compacted dirt floor to open the door that leads to the only other room in the shelter they call a pack house. “Queen,” Oswald says urgently. “You are naked.” “So are they,” I say. “I doubt they care.” I am no
Kaiya Within two weeks of being back at the castle and taking over most of Bowden’s duties, I understood why he let some things go. He simply had no other choice. The job was overwhelming, it took up most of my time, and even with help, I couldn't seem to get the work done that needed doing, and anything I left until the next day, waited for me there in the morning, with new work added on top of it. I gained a whole new level of respect for my mate and his advisors. It was an impossible job, and more than once, I wished I could give it to someone else to do. I also very quickly realised that werewolves would complain about every little thing - from she-wolves that refused to be mated, to isolated rogue attacks and human neighbours wandering onto their territories to camp or fish. These eere all things the Alphas could handle themselves, but for whatever reason they felt the need to bother the king with their bullshit. It was no wonder Bowden started to lose control of some of the p
BowdenI make a slow, three-sixty turn, trying to take in the scope of the temple under Moon Dance. It makes the one at Junction City look like a kiddy’s playground. The witches here are some of the darkest and most evil creatures I’ve ever come across. They make me long for the return of the hunters.Upstairs, in the Alpha's old office, the original witch awaits me. I bound her to me the moment we entered. Her aura burns and crawls through me, eating away at my soul like a hungry caterpillar. I can contain her, but it's sheer agony.Sighing, I put my warriors to work and leave to talk to the witch.**This is where he started. Deimos. The dread Alpha. That is why he kept coming back here. Four hundred years ago, he started out as a Delta warrior in the pack. Their original Alpha, Harold, was brutal and abusive. Deimos, back then known as Sebastian, ran from his Alpha and turned rogue. He found the original witch, Samantha, hiding in the forest. Like him, she ran from her coven to esc
Bowden Six weeks and three days. That’s how long I’d been gone. I missed my mate, my home, my Lycans, and my bed. Hell, I even missed my crazy workload and strict routines. Neil gets out of the SUV behind us, stretches and inhales deeply. “Aaaah,” he exhales with his arms spread out wide and his eyes closed. “Home.” “You really do learn to appreciate it a little more when you’ve been gone for a while,” I say with a smile. “Goddess, yes,” he replies and grins at me. For Neil, the biggest part of our trip was mostly a vacation, one he sorely needed. I didn’t rely on him as much as I do here at the castle, and there were days when I didn’t see him at all. He was just out and about, doing his own thing. Last night when we booked into the hotel, hopefully the last hotel for a while, I apologised to him for not finding any answers to our mate problem. The butler was completely relaxed and unfazed about the whole thing. “We didn’t find answers for seven hundred years,” he said. “I did n
Kaiya I have never behaved like this with Bowden. I never fully gave in to my primal desires, never allowed myself to fully let go with him and show him my heart. I always kept a modicum of control, but that is quickly slipping away from me in a white haze of lust that I don’t quite understand, yet at the same time I find it welcoming and comforting. I just want to give in. I want to let go. Holding on so tightly all the time is too damn exhausting. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my mind, I try to remember something. It’s important. Something he needs to know. But his lips are on me, and his warm hands are under my clothes, exploring, searching, warming my cold skin. The sparks of our mate bond is so much more intense now that it’s fully formed. I don't care about the thing I have to tell him. It's not that important now. Is it? I’m safe with him. It doesn’t matter what I do, what I say, how I act, he’ll never use it against me. It’s not something he ever needed to tell me o
Bowden All the way to the living room, I can feel Kaiya’s longing. It mixes in with Elowen’s until I can’t distinguish between wolf and human. It's easier for me to fight against my desires to stay by her side throughout the heat, but I have centuries more experience than she does. What bothers me much more is Knox. He is oddly quiet. He has been since we went into the bedroom. I expected him to assert his dominance and attempt to take control, but he retreated way to the back of our consciousness and stayed there until it was over. He’s unsettled and upset right now. “What is wrong?” I ask him as I walk around the bar to get water from the fridge. He doesn’t answer me. He was okay this morning, excited to come home and see his mate. “Knox?” I try again. “No pups,” he says with a soft whine. Ah. I would love to be a father too, but there’s nothing we can do about what happened to us. It never bothered him before, and I don’t know why it’s bugging him now. When I ask him all of t
Kaiya Around midday, Bowden comes into my office and falls down on the seat in front of my desk. “I appear to be done for the day,” he says. “Who cleared my backlog?” “Jaeger and I took care of it.” I glance up from the diary I’m trying to translate. “So you have the rest of the day free.” “Hm, no.” He grunts and rests his right ankle on his left knee. “I have to start going through the grimoires and paperwork we found at Moon Dance.” “What about the witches?” I ask. “Most are dead. I brought the most powerful ones with me. They're locked up in the dungeon. Do you remember one called Samantha?” “I wasn’t allowed to interact with the witches. They mostly kept to themselves.” I lower my eyes back to the diary and start to type the lengthy Latin phrase into the search engine. “Kaiya,” my mate says and reaches across the desk to put his massive hand across mine. “Stop that for a moment and listen to me. I need to tell you something.” At first I’m annoyed. I’m sure I’ll find somethi
Bowden I summon Thaddeus to my office as soon as I know that Kaiya is safely locked in our apartment. The young guard looks worried and keeps glancing over his shoulder. An unsettling thought occurred to me while I gave the Lycans their orders. What if the hunters never left? What if they’re still here, hidden in the castle? Watching us, just waiting for the right moment to strike again? We stopped looking for hunters years ago, stopped paying attention to the humans the Lycans and wolves brought here, and we haven’t had an attack in such a long time that I can’t even remember the last time it happened. But what if? “Why are you so cagey?” I ask Thaddeus. “I feel like someone’s watching me,” he says. I know that feeling all too well. “Take me to that room you found. The one with the diaries.” We quietly make our way through the castle. Everything looks perfectly normal. The Omegas are going about their business as per usual, and the humans, all of them wolf mates, are strolling