XAVIER Ares knew she was a wolf. I could hear his voice, bellowing within me. She’s it. She’s it. I did not understand for the life of me what it meant. What is it? Now I understood. Her wolf was his. They were linked at the soul. It made sense now, why I had always been so drawn to her. Why, from the moment I had met her, I felt this unwavering desire to rest my lips on her skin. Why I had kissed her forehead the night she slept in my chambers, shortly after purchasing her from the shop. Perhaps, it was this reason above all else that I was drawn to Valerie. Perhaps it was not entirely due to the fact that she was from Westshield. Perhaps it was not guilt that drove me to her, perhaps it was simply the way fate tied us together. But something must have happened to the wolf within her. Something that cursed it to a deep, unbreakable sleep. It was unusual, after all, for a wolf to stay dormant within someone—unless they were Omegas, of course. And if that were the case and Valer
XAVIERAll at once, we turned to Alyssa.Two slaves?I could see the look on Valerie’s face, the question in it echoing my own. Perhaps one of them was Ava.Alyssa blinked up at us, shrinking back into herself at the sudden attention. “I…don’t know if it’s related,” she said, sounding hesitant. “But the two slaves were certainly strange. My father regarded them as sex objects, and most certainly played the part. I suppose that’s why he liked them so much. They didn’t put up a fuss. They just did all of the things they knew he enjoyed.”“How do you know of this?” I asked, feeling slightly appalled.Her cheeks heated, a light shade of pink. Then she shifted and fumbled with her fingers in her lap. “My father is quite open about his sexual endeavors. He does not tell these things to me, but I hear him when he speaks to his friends. I know all about his promiscuity.”“And the slaves?” I pressed. “What were they like?”“Different than any slaves I’d met before,” Alyssa said. “They were cer
VALERIEIt was no surprise that Xavier didn’t believe in the fourth prophecy. The validity of sorcery was still questionable at best, and even if it did exist, the whole thing was too ridiculous to believe in.He was right. Anyone could have been pretending to be a wizard. But if that really were the case, how would they have gotten a hold of the ring? Artifacts like those should have been tucked away behind a glass box in a prestigious museum. Or perhaps, sold at auction to the highest bidder.But the wizard did not look like a well-off man. He looked like a simple human—as far as I could tell. I did not, after all, know what was beneath the mask.“As much as I love the idea of magic and reading about sorcery,” Alyssa began, “I suppose that does sound like a bit of a joke. How would it even be possible? Not just to bring her back, but…to have the ability to end all of us? It isn’t like she’s a weapon of mass destruction.”“Perhaps not,” said Lucia. “But it could be that she has speci
VALERIE Dowson was dead. They led us to his corpse, and I did not expect such brutality. Such pure carnage as I looked upon him. Blood poured from an open wound in his neck. Another in his stomach. His eyes were frozen, wide in disbelieve. In horror. He laid in a puddle of his own blood, and something about the coppery smell of it was turning my stomach. Alyssa made a sound of distress at the sight of him and twisted away to hide her face in Ralph’s chest. He seemed unprepared for her reaction and hesitated, unsure of what to do but to let her hide there in his arms. She had probably never seen such a horror like this, but I had. I had lived it once before, and many times in my memory since then. The sight of Dowson’s corpse was nothing more than an echo of my family. Of what had happened to them that horrible night. Of the way their bodies looked once the violence had ebbed. I knew death too intimately to be shaken like Alyssa was. As we stood, observing the scene, a man was inv
VALERIEI stepped aside to allow Amelia into the room, surprised and confused by her visit. She hadn’t returned home yet? What had she been doing in the palace all this time?Regardless, she smiled warmly upon me and stepped into the room, a jar of something in her hands. “I thought I would bring you some antiseptic salves. I made them myself. They’re quite useful for treating wounds.”I took the jar from her, grateful for the offer. I did not have any injuries of my own, but I would have to use it to treat Lucia’s wrists. “Thank you, Mistress Amelia.” She did not seem set on turning and leaving then, so I stepped aside and gestured awkwardly. “Please, come in.”Her smile faltered a little and she stepped past me. She took in Xavier’s room—the grand accents on the walls, the shimmering chandelier above, and the heart to the side, which was still faintly ablaze with a small fire. Then she delicately folded herself into a seat on the sofa. “I heard about what had happened from Ralph. I’
XAVIERRalph and I had journeyed to the barracks to question the guards on the matter of Dowson. It was unacceptable to know that someone in our watch had turned a blind eye to such an important subject.Ralph had gathered them all into a line, and he was approaching each one individually. Looking them in the eye and asking, “What do you know Dowson’s death? Where were you when it happened? Did you see anything suspicious?”One by one, they insisted they knew nothing. And one by one, they seemed to be growing more nervous, more agitated by the interrogation.Amidst our questioning, the room erupted in accusations.“Oh, whoever knows something just say it!”“It wasn’t me! I wasn’t stationed at the time.”“Daniel certainly had reason to use the bathroom quite often.”“Shut up, Garett! It wasn’t me, either! I simply had an upset stomach.”Their shouts erupted into a loud raucous, and Ralph brought the room to a sudden halt. There was a way about Ralph that could strike fear into the hear
XAVIERWe moved swiftly, though the ride would be much longer avoiding the main streets of Oreheroad.We needed to stay inconspicuous. We needed to move like shadows among the city. Which, to Ralph, meant cutting through alleyways and creeping through residential districts., weaving our horses past food carts and pedestrians.The house of Duff was located in the Southeastern quarters of Orheroad. And as the city opened before us, I could not help but wonder why he had not attended the festivities. It was, after all, Reuben’s natural inclination to party. But I was not complaining. It was more convenient, being that he was far from the palace. Far from Caeser’s men.We had driven in a simple carriage, so as not to alert him of our presence, and I was quickly growing tired of the bumps and knocks in the road. Though cars were plentiful in the city, the palace did not own any relative to that of a commoner, or even a noble. Ours were distinct. Vehicles of high regard that could only be d
VALERIE That night, I dreamt of a woman with green eyes. At first, I thought I was seeing myself. But there were certain differences in our faces. Things that I could pick apart in detail if I looked at her long enough. She was a few years older, her eyes far lighter. And her belly bulged, large and telling as she ran through the brambles of a thick and endless forest. Yapping came from behind her. A sound that took me back to the night of the raid. I knew that sound better than anyone. It had not left my thoughts in years. The woman stumbled through the thickets. She ran, clutching onto trees with one hand and her belly with the other. She could not move fast with a child in her womb, and as she turned back, a trio of werewolves dashed through the slats in the trees. They were large. The size of horses, at least. And they were close on her tail. Still, she ran. As quickly as her legs would take her. She ran until pain twinged on her face and she felt her legs give. And even aft