Kaiya I didn’t expect to go back to sleep when I entered the catacombs. I didn't give it much thought before now, but what the hell are we supposed to do down here, day in day out, unable to sleep, unable to live, unable to die? No wonder everyone is so fucking angry. I've not even been in the catacombs that long, and I'm already pissed off at the world and the dark witches that cursed me to live this waking nightmare. Lauren leads us into a vast, open temple. It's bigger than the one in Junction City, but unlike the one under that pack house, this temple glows brightly. It is warm and inviting, and I feel no trepidation when I step inside. There are twenty witches in the temple, including the old woman that did the purity test on me, standing around the altar, chanting some ancient spell in an ancient tongue. A spell at least as old as the catacombs. On our way here, I tried to talk to Elowen. I could still sense her, she didn’t die, but just like I couldn’t talk to Bowden anymor
Bowden “Bowden?” Griffin asks from the entrance of the catacombs. “This is not healthy. You have to get out of here. Time is running out.” Every day, just before sunset, I come to the catacombs and stare at Kaiya’s face, willing her to open her eyes. I shake my head, unable to move. Three days after Kaiya died the first time, the bond started to come back to life. It helped to keep some of the darkness at bay, and I did all right until the day after the full moon, when it happened all over again. The pain of it woke me from my sleep, tearing through my like a blunt knife. I was still trying to take a breath when Griffin stormed into my apartment, a look of pure agony on his face. "Is it breaking?" he asked. "Are they proper dead?" "I don't know." I gasped through the pain. The first time it happened was still too raw, too fresh, and it all blended together into a stewing pot of abject suffering We rushed to the catacombs to see all the mates back in their sarcophagi and Kaiya
Kaiya I wake to the sound of the song I sang to the mates the day they exited the catacombs. Deborah stands next to me, a confused frown on her face. “They’re all dead,” she says. “They’re supposed to be,” I say without thinking. I have no idea where that little nugget of knowledge came from, but I know it to be true. I groan softly and sit up, looking around me. There's no light coming in from outside, but I can feel the full moon. A white sheet of snow cuts the outside world off from view. The only light comes from the flickering torches against the walls. Bowden isn’t here like he was the last time, and I feel completely and utterly abandoned, cold, and lonely. “Why aren’t they waking?” Deborah asks, her face pulled into a frown of confusion. “You could never wake them,” Lauren says from the darkness. I swivel my head in all directions, looking for her. “Not by yourselves. They were dead and you forced them from their afterlife, pulling their souls into the void.” “We didn’t
Kaiya The returning Lycans didn’t care where Deborah and I came from, especially not after Bowden told them that going forward, none of them have to give up their mates unless they want to do so by choice. None of them wanted break their bonds. None of them wanted to suffer through the heartache again. Centuries of living in fear came to an abrupt end, and they embraced it with open arms and hearts. A week later, Neil mated with one of my father’s ex harem girls. A sweet young woman named Kaylee, a week after that, Deacon mated with Sparrow. A new light shone in the castle, one of hope and happiness. Three weeks after I came back, Vanessa returned, but she wasn’t the same. Jaeger told her what happened, and it scared her. She couldn’t get her mind wrapped around it – the magic, the deaths, the mayhem, all the things things that humans find unimaginable. We were the living embodiment of her nightmares. She gave Jaeger an ultimatum – leave his home and live with her in the human wor
Dear Readers, Here we are at the end of Kaiya and Bowden's story. This one flew by didn't it? I loved working on it, and I'm genuinely sad that it has come to an end. Kaiya is perhaps one of my favourite characters, and I loved exploring her story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was once again blown away by your amazing support. I want you to know that I do read your comments, and they do always encourage me to work harder and write better. I love hearing from you. Writers always love hearing from their readers, so please never stop! You have no idea how much it means to us as writers. Thank you, as always, from the very bottom of my heart for your support, comments, gems and ratings. It means everything to me. I hope to see you for our next adventure. Much love,Celice
Kaiya The guards herd me into a small room full of young she-wolves. Before I can even ask what’s going on, one of the guards, a burly male, slaps a collar around my neck, threads a chain through a loop on the collar, and binds my hands in iron cuffs. “You’re really in for it, Rogue.” He giggles like a four year old, and leaves. In for what? I wonder. I know Alpha Dorian’s reputation, and he’s not one to gather breeders or keep a harem, but he can’t stand rogues, although he couldn’t do anything to me as long as I didn’t enter his territory. Tonight, of all nights, I just had to go and blunder onto his lands like a stupid, clueless pup. Dammit, I should have been more careful. I knew taking a shortcut through Alpha Dorian’s territory was a bad idea, but I was cold and hungry and I was in a hurry to get home. His warriors ran me down in minutes. I’m fast, but I’m not faster than a fully-grown and well-trained wolf warrior. For a while, I just stand around, trying to manoeuvre my
Kaiya “You don’t want to see the other girls, Sire?” Griffin asks “Oh Goddess, no,” King Bowden says. “If I have to speak to one more simpering little airhead I’ll run headfirst into the nearest wall.” The king leaves without another word while Griffin starts to undo my chains. “Am I a simpering airhead?” I ask him. The Beta chuckles softly. “No. If you were, the king would not have chosen you.” “That’s good, I suppose?” Griffin smiles at me. “Yes. That’s very good.” “What will happen to the other girls?” He undoes my collar and lets it fall to the ground. I rub my neck where the collar bit into my skin and wait for Griffin to answer. “Nothing. Why?” “They said the king will kill them.” Griffin laughs again. “No. Why would he do something like that?” “That’s exactly what I asked.” The Beta gives me a lopsided grin. “There are a lot of myths and stories surrounding the king’s mate search. Most of it’s bullshit.” Mate? I thought he was looking for a breeder. “Does he usuall
Bowden I finish up my work and switch my laptop off just before it runs out of battery. I put it aside and stare at the sleeping girl across from me. At some point, she just lay down, curled up, and went straight to sleep. I’ve been searching for a mate for months now and I haven’t been home in close to a hundred days. Not a single one of the she-wolves that the Alphas presented to me pleased Knox. I couldn’t care less one way or the other. If I want sex, I go out and get it, company is easy to come by if I crave it, but I rarely need or want relationships. They just get in the way. I don’t form bonds with my mates anymore. I haven’t in decades. Time after time, I had to watch my mates die, and I’d be left here alone, trying to glue back the pieces of my broken heart. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I started keeping my mates at arm’s length. Finding a mate is really all about making my wolf happy. It took him longer than usual to get restless this time. He really loved our last mat