Epilogue
GWEN
Ten years later
___"Tamara!" I snap, then gentle my voice. "Tammy, you cannot put your brother in the water."
The little girl with the largest grey eyes looks up at me. "But he's new. And looks like an egg."
I breathe in for patience. "An egg?"
She nods. "Yeah. When you buy eggs, you put them in the water to see if they float. I'm doing the same to Zizi. If he sinks, then he's a bad egg and should be thrown away."
Zion gurgles in the corner, deliriously happy and unaware of his impending doom.
The door opens and I breathe out a sigh of relieve, handing the other twin to Umber. "Oh, my God, I'm so glad you're here."
"Hannah!" Tammy screeches, running toward her.
I call after her, "It's aunty Hannah! Aunty. Hannah."
The little devil ignores me, wrapping her little arms around her favorite--and only--aunty--unless you want to add Rylan's wild flings. Umber draws level wi
EMMA__I will not crack.I will NOT crack.I will NOT CRA--With a whimper, my arm shoots out, knocking items off the cabinet in a desperate rush to grab the pills. I pop one in my mouth, then two, slinking down the stall with the ugly mixture of shame and defeat.My fingers thread through my hair, gripping tight, but I feel nothing, the effects of the drug already working. When a sense of calm engulfs me, the usual question floats in.Will I stop seeing them now?A slow breath leaves me and I stay there, back against the cold tiles, staring at the pills scattered around the floor. I should pack.Just as I decide that, a knock on my door sounds. When I don't answer, it grows insistent, then frantic. The door is pushed open and the clacking of heels is heard rushing in. The pointy soles of my mum's Louboutins fall into my line of vision. My eyes climb up her stick-thin legs to her face. I see the stark
It sounded like an explosion.A roar tears through the metal ward, quickly followed by wild, erratic bangings. The immortal shifter throwing himself repeatedly against the enclosures. If I were to only walk further in the direction of the sound, I'd see the gruesome smears of blood painting the unbreakable glass.But like always, I stifle down bile and turn away. Armed men rush past me, going to subdue the man, speakers blaring out commands."Hold him down!" one of them orders harshly."He's too strong! We need reinforcement."I make my way down the linoleum floors, making sure to keep my gaze down and away from the transparent prisons. White LED light shines down, the air rife with the cloying scent of antiseptic, death, and decay. I clutch my logbook closer to me, my chest constricting with each breath I pull in.Rounding into the clinic, I head toward Dr. Sarah's cubicle.She looks up when I drop the book in front of her. "Here. All done," I say with a forced chirp.She grabs it im
MALCOLM BLAINE.___The resigned voice of one of the four elders in my council floats through the room, stirring my wolf. "Alpha, you need to take a step back and view this matter from a distance. This is not wise."I eye the wide panorama glass stretching the entire east wall before me, scoping out the boisterous city of Manhattan down below. Humans flit around, bundled up in thick wool from the early November chill. Dressed in a plain black tee and a pair of slacks, I hardly feel the cold. My voice is low. "There is no time."Another spoke then, louder and with more conviction, "Your Highness, Garreth is right. Going down to South Carolina is a bad idea. You'll be offering yourself up to the Hunters on a silver platter. Yes, they have your brother but they'll be lying in wait for you. This is a trap. With Prince Bowen being the bait."When I turn around, three of them take a step back at the sight of my wolf's glowing blue eyes, all with the exception of the stooped Elder standing i
I am summoned to Dr. Sarah's office almost immediately.The space is filled with other important personnel and I fight the urge to shuffle under their openly scheming gazes.Dr. Sarah approaches me. She beams at me but I sense a falseness about it. "Gweneth. Everyone has been buzzing about the recent news. But we'd like to hear it from the horse's mouth. Is it true?"She makes it sound like I'd just announced an engagement. To her question, I nod. "Yes. I... I'm his mate." Saying it out loud sounds surreal. Impossible.Shifter-human pairings are rare. So rare there hasn't been any recorded cases of it actually happening. But to be fair, we only just found out shifters exist a few decades ago, so I'll give it time.If possible Dr. Sarah's smile widens. She claps like an excited schoolgirl and my discomfort grows. "This is good news!" She turns her attention to the team behind, and in a voice breathy with excitement, she announces, "It appears we've just made a breakthrough."White smile
MALCOLM__ The sweet smell of vanilla washes over the room when she walks in.My mate.My chest tightens when she comes closer with that blasted trolley. Her blonde hair is secured in a tight coil at her nape and like always, I am filled with a desperate desire to see it unbound, tumbling down her slender back.Her guileless green eyes take me in and she offers a tentative smile. "Hey.""Release me," I say.For the past four days, this has been my reply to her greetings. It has become a ritual of sorts, with her giving me an exasperated reply. But as the days go on, I realize I don't know what exactly I'm asking release from. This god's forsaken place, or the spell she seems to have woven over me. I crave the sight of her.My mind is a whirl of depraved thoughts surrounding her hair, her body, her lips--what the red, succulent buds will taste like, what it'd be like when I feed my dick through them. I should be ashamed.She is a Hunter.I almost scoff. My f*cking mate is a Hunter.
GWEN__I have a fitful sleep. In my dreams, I'm in the woods. Glowing blue eyes peer at me from the shadows. Then my legs begin to move and I realize I'm running, tearing through forests as a chilling howl sounds behind me.When I feel the morbid excitement of the animal pounding after me, it is then I realize something. They enjoy the chase.I snap awake with a gasp, breathing heavily. I realize I am being shaken awake.Turning, I look at Rylan's nervous form.His pupils are slitted and his brown hair has shrunk into his skull, rendering him bald. Red scales ride the entire length of his body, giving him a macabre look. I immediately take him into my arms, breathing against his skin, "Oh, Rylan. I'm so sorry." I draw back to frame his face. "Did I wake you?"He's still staring at me, a blank, emotionless look on his face. My chest instantly clenches and in horror, I wonder if he's relieving that night. That awful night. I shake him, eyes flitting around his face. "Rylan. Honey, loo
Up ahead loiter two guards. They look at us, and then look away. But then their heads swivel back around, shock registering on their faces. They'd just drawn out their guns when Malcolm let out a chilling roar. I blink in stark disbelief when one second he's at my side, then the next he's tearing through one of the men with inhumane strength. I think I scream when his head is ripped off his shoulders. The other man's trembling hand frantically reaches for his weapon. He pulls the trigger, sending off a deafening blast. Malcolm manages to sidestep it. When the Hunter makes to shoot again, he swipes at the pistol with his claws. The man goes pale when the weapon splits into two in his hands. He looks up to see Malcolm's heavy fist flying down his face. Once the man slumps down, Malcolm marches for me. His claws are bloody and his eyes glow with rage and bloodlust. He looks so terrifying at that moment that I find myself tur
As I come to, flashes of memory zip through my mind. Glasses exploding.I blink.Sprays of shards raining down.I try to sit up.Tendrils of smoke curling up from the bonnet.My head pounds.A huge body shielding me.I try to sit up again but give up, burrowing into the leather seat. My tongue feels like lead in my mouth. "My poor car," I groan in a barely audible voice.The man seated behind the wheel turns slate grey eyes to me.His huge hand palms the back of my head and I start to reach up in protest when he runs his hand through my hair gently. "No concussion," he says in a smooth baritone, withdrawing his fingers while my face flames.I drag in a breath and sit up. Then wish I hadn't.The windshield is completely destroyed, the rowers broken clean at the hilts. I lean forward, the sun rays connecting directly with my face like I'd just peered out a damned balcony. I turn to Malcolm and sna