(Iris) I continued to pass out drinks, the conversation I overheard replayed in my mind. Why are they questioning the Lycan King’s identity? The thought gnawed at me, and I felt a rising sense of dread. I forced myself to focus on my task, but my hands trembled slightly. The whispers echoed through the hall and into the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. I could hear everyone, even when I tried not to listen. I shivered, trying to put it out of my mind. I needed a moment to process what I had heard. The walls seemed to close in around me, the air growing thicker with each step. I glanced over my shoulder, ensuring no one was watching, and quickened my pace, heading towards the side door that led to the gardens. If I could just get a breath of fresh air, I could clear my head.Just as I was about to sneak away to gather my thoughts, I felt a presence behind me. I turned and found Jasper staring at me, his eyes sharp and scrutinizing. He had caught me trying to escape. Just when I tho
(Iris) When I sat down, all eyes were on me. The dining hall seemed to shrink under the weight of their scrutiny. I had no idea why I was there, and no one else did either. So I was the hot topic of the night. The long table, laden with an array of food, seemed a battleground rather than a place of gathering. For me, it was a chasm. I wished it would open up and swallow me whole, so I could escape the eyes all around me.Jasper and Naomi looked at me with a mixture of jealousy and suspicion. Jasper’s eyes burned with an intensity that made my stomach churn. His lips were pressed in a thin line, the tension in his jaw evident even from across the table. Naomi’s gaze was even more piercing, her eyes flashing with barely concealed hostility. The tension was palpable, each glance and whisper adding to my discomfort. The Lycan King, sitting at the head of the table, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on me with a curious intensity. “Where are all your dresses? I mean… from when you weren
(Naomi) I can’t believe I was hiding here like a mouse. The grand library, usually a place of solace with its towering bookshelves and soft golden light, now felt like a cage. The plush armchair I crouched behind offered scant cover, and every creak of the floorboards made my heart race. It’s been half an hour now. Who leaves notes with only a place? Lunatics. I had found the note in Iris’s room. And I had to see who wanted to meet her. My curiosity, mixed with a simmering jealousy, had driven me here, to this rendezvous that I had no business attending. But the thought of Iris, the girl who seemed to effortlessly capture the attention of everyone around her, meeting someone in secret filled me with a sense of unease. I shifted my weight, trying to ease the cramp in my legs, and crushed the ridiculousness of my situation. The note had been cryptic, just an elegant scrawl of, “Library.” I couldn’t ignore it. The message could have been from anyone. As the minutes ticked by, I found
(Iris) As I moved through the crowd, trays of drinks balanced precariously in my hands, the energy of the gathering thrummed in the air like an electric current. Warriors from all the packs were engaged in friendly competition, demonstrating their skills with effortless grace and precision. The sound of laughter and friendly banter filled the air, creating a vibrant backdrop to the festivities. As I approached each group, I offered the drinks with a warm smile, my voice barely audible above the din of the crowd. The guests eagerly accepted the refreshments, their expressions brightening as they sipped the cool beverages and engaged in animated conversation. Despite the weight of the trays and the constant bustle of activity around me, I found a sense of purpose in my task. And as I moved through the crowd, I felt immersed in the vibrant energy of the gathering. For a moment, surrounded by friends and allies, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. But that moment passed
(Elias) Jasper knows, of course. He’s not oblivious to my presence, nor the past that binds us together in a tangled web of secrets and betrayal. He knows I survived the attempt on my life a year ago, knows that every assassin he’s sent since then has failed to finish what they started. And now, to add insult to injury, he’s gone so far as to place me in his old room, as if to remind me of my precarious position. I refused to be intimated. I’ve survived Jasper’s schemes before, and I’ll do so again. With each failed attempt on my life, I grow stronger, more determined to unravel the truth behind his deceit. Jasper may have thought he had the upper hand, but he underestimated my resilience. I would not be silenced, not until justice is served and the secrets of our past are laid bare for all to see. As I sit at the dinner table, flanked by Jasper and Naomi, I can feel Iris tense beside me. She’s always been perceptive, able to read subtle shifts in the atmosphere with uncanny accur
(Iris) The scene in the dining room replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment etched into my memory with painful clarity. The tension between Jasper and Lucas hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the festivities and leaving me reeling with uncertainty. But before I could process the implications of what had just transpired, I found myself being dragged into a nearby room. At first, I struggled against Lucas’s grip, my mind racing with questions and doubts. But as he pulled me into the dimly lit space, his touch ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore. I was pulled into Elias’s room. No… the Lycan King’s room. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I pushed aside my apprehensions, allowing myself to be consumed by the intensity of the moment. With a forcefulness that took me by surprise, Lucas crushed his lips against mine, his hands touching my body eagerly. I melted into his embrace, the heat of his touch searing through me like wildfire.
(Iris) The next thing I knew, I was outside the door, the weight of what had just transpired pressing heavily on my chest. My head was spinning, the world a blur of confusion and disbelief. I put my clothes back on hastily, trying to collect myself before someone saw. The man I had just been with, the man I had believed to be Lucas, was Elias. But was he? If he was really Elias, why would he push me out? Why would he leave in the first place? How was he alive?! The questions left me reeling, torn between anger, longing, and sorrow. Molly was seething in the back of my mind. “I am not going to forgive him, whether he is Elias or not!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the haze of my thoughts. “I really don’t know which scenario is worse,” I admitted in my mind. “If he is Elias, he abandoned me and lied to me. But if he is not, then he’s using me to bring down Jasper… and for fun.” Molly softened a little to comfort me, but her anger remained. “Either way, he’s betrayed
(Iris) “Did you poison Naomi?” The question echoed in the small, dimly lit cell. “Of course not!” I exclaimed. Panic gripped me as Jasper paced in front of the bars, his face a mask of tension and frustration. “Jasper what the hell is going on,” I demanded. Jasper took a deep breath. He avoided my eyes, but he explained. “Naomi was pale after dinner,” he began, his voice tight with worry. “She suddenly collapsed and is unconscious now.” My mind raced, struggling to process the gravity of his words. Naomi had always been strong and resilient. The idea of her collapsing out of the blue was shocking. Jasper continued, “Everyone involved in the food and wine preparation was locked up last night. You’re the only one still here.” I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach. “Why am I the only one left?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Because Seraphina found wolfsbane in your room,” Jasper said, his eyes boring into mine. For a moment I was too shocked to speak, but then I p