*Maddy*Isaac’s uncle Ben walks a wide circle around the table in the library, its surface covered in old, dusty books. I roll my lower lip between my teeth as I glance from Ben to my mate, who is just as engrossed with the book in his hands as the one Ben is currently nose deep inside. I don’t see Ben very often. He’s Isla’s younger brother, and his mate, Emery, is the Alpha of a pack called Obsidian Temple. Their pack territory borders the ancient territory of Moorn, and together, they border the mountains and magical veil that separate us from Eastonia. It’s only fitting that he’s here now, helping us scour every book and tome in the library to try to find a solution to an incredible impossible problem. “I have no idea what I’m even looking for, Isaac,” Ben sighs, shutting the book in his hands and setting it down on the ever growing pile. “There has to be something. Anything…” Isaac runs his hands over his face and blinks into the midday sunlight streaming through the windows.
*Isla*Earlier I’ve never felt this kind of excitement before. It’s strange, really, looking back on everything I went through to get to the point I’m at now, packing the tiniest pieces of clothing in my suitcase in anticipation of meeting my grandsons. My fingers slip over a light blue onesie embroidered with little teddy bears, and I smile, the corners of my eyes crinkling. Maddox is somewhere behind me packing his own suitcase but for an entirely different reason. I turn to look over my shoulder at him as he pulls a suit from the closet and examines it. “It’s going to be rather hot for a suit, don’t you think?”“Antony says it’s a black tie event. The Alphas along Maatua’s archipelago and the smaller territories in KiloKilo will be attending. I’m supposed to look the part, whatever the hell Antony meant by that.”I smile to myself as Maddox lays the suit over our bed and walks toward our dresser, tossing a few pairs of socks into the open suitcase at his feet. I go back to packi
Isla“Ella,” I whisper. I’m in shock. My entire body hums with adrenaline as I try to step deeper into what remains of my living room. Everything is ash and embers. The ceiling is gone, revealing the glare of the midmorning sun. And there she is, kneeling in the center of the room, covered in her mate’s blood. Maddox lurches forward, but I grab him around the waist and haul him back. “Wait!”Ella pants, her chest heaving with each ragged breath she takes. In the distance, I hear sirens. Smoke funnels toward the sky. It’s only a matter of minutes until people start descending on our property, and they can’t see this. “Ella,” I repeat, louder this time. “Take off the mask, honey.”She whimpers as she raises her bloody hands, her sea-green eyes full of tears. She’s wearing a dress that may have been white at some point. It’s thin, and hanging off her body, which is covered in bruises and deep scratches. I’m not sure where she’s hurt. I’m not sure what blood is hers and what blood is R
*Isla*It’s a beautiful, clear night. Waves brush against the rocky shore of the private island in the Teal Isles, a small group of islands roughly forty miles south of Maatua. The moon is full and bright, casting a long silver beam across the practically still ocean. On a night like this, Maddox and I normally would have shifted and gone for a nice long run through the tropical forest surrounding Maatua. But now I’m standing by a window in a snug, wood paneled bedroom in the massive vacation home of the Alpha and Luna of Maatua wondering how we got to this point. I turn my head to look at the bed in the center of the room where Ryatt is lying on his side, his eyes pinched shut as he sleeps. He died at least twice today, three times if we count the moment his heart stopped during the surgery to mend and close a dozen stab wounds to his chest and abdomen. My tears were the only thing keeping him alive, even when his body repeatedly tried to give up. He’s stable now, at least. His
EllaRyatt takes a single step into the room before his face flushes of color, and his eyes roll back in his head. Mom gasps and rushes forward just in time to break Ryatt’s fall. “Ryatt!” I screech, jumping in to help as he pitches forward. “Goddess above, Ella. How much does he weigh?” Mom grunts, her cheeks puffing with effort while we try to keep him upright.“Ryatt, come on,” I urge, helping Mom lower him to the ground. Some of the warriors he tore through in the wallway are back on their feet and limping toward the door. I pull my lip back in a snarl as a trio of them stumbles into the room. “GET OUT!”They back away, going pale. “Shut the door, please,” Mom huffs, forcing a kind smile, but her eyes are narrowed with determination and concern as she looks down at Ryatt. The warriors reluctantly edge out of the room and shut the door slowly behind them. “Ryatt, please.” I help Mom roll him over onto his back. “Oh, no,” Mom whispers, mumbling the words under her breath as
EllaRyatt is out of bed in an instant, his face dancing with shadows cast by the early morning daylight creeping through the airy curtains. He grabs me by the ankle and drags me toward him across the bed as Isaac stalks into the room. Ryatt looks murderous. His eyes are bright, clear, and lucid as he narrows them on my brother while I swing my legs off the bed and stand at his side. He stretches his arm across me, trying to push me behind him. I feel a flicker of something deep in my heart. It’s fleeting, but Ryatt’s desperation to keep me safe from this threat–my brother and his temper–awakens a single speck of the bond that was stolen from us. “Stop,” I whisper. “Ryatt, stop!”“Get out,” Ryatt sneers as Isaac comes to a stop in the center of the room. Through the doorway, I see several figures lingering in the shadows. Warriors, from what I can smell. “What are you doing in here with him?” Isaac snarls, his eyes locking on mine. “Do not speak to her.” Ryatts voice is sharpened
RyattSeeing King Isaac go pink in the cheeks after his exceedingly pregnant mate gave him a look that could make the fiercest warrior cower made me feel slightly more whole. I even felt a flicker of sympathy for the man. If the situation had been different, I would have empathized with him about the trials of being mated to a pregnant woman, but we’re not friends. I don’t have friends. I prefer it that way. I guess Granger would be the closest thing I have to one, and he’s on the other side of the veil right now, hopefully alive and doing his duties as my Beta. My head still feels heavy, my senses blurred. My power is nothing but a whisper in my veins as Isaac leaves the room behind Ella and Maddy. Ella turns back to look at me before her brother closes the door, her eyes shining with concern. With the barrier closed, I hear a lock slip into place from the outside. I turn to the window and watch the waves beyond this strange house built into a cliff. I want nothing more than to
EllaSunlight filters through a large window and plays over a cozy bistro table stacked high with food. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, bagels, bowls of tropical fruit, and pitchers of juice. I smear butter and jam on my third piece of toast and bite into it, trying not to groan. How long has it been since I’ve eaten? I open my eyes to find Hannah loading up another plate for Maddy, who is lounging nearby on the couch overlooking the sweeping view of the white sand beach below. Maddy’s bare feet are propped on an ottoman, and she’s wearing an airy cream colored dress. Her red hair is pinned away from her face, which has turned a ruddy shade of pink from the sunlight. She looks beautiful. They both do, actually. Hannah looks fresh, new, and bright-eyed. She doesn’t have a single scratch on her, and the gray pallor of her skin has shifted back to a creamy peach. Pregnancy suits Maddy. She’s glowing, her hair thick and radiating as it brushes over her cheeks while she smiles up at Hannah. She