FerrahFrustration wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what I was feeling. I was so taken off guard by my conversation with Onyx that I hadn’t been able to sleep all night. It wasn’t just that the memory of his hand holding mine made my heart beat erratically, although that was true, too. It was the fact that he had confided in me. The raw emotion on his face and in his voice was impossible to ignore. It took me so off guard that I had confessed my own plans to kill him. He had assumed that I was speaking in the past tense, otherwise, I would not still be in this comfortable room. The papers strewn out on the desk in front of me didn’t hold the answers that I was hoping for. The detailed notes that I was keeping about Onyx and his pack gave no indication about the trustworthiness of the story he told me last night. There was no way for me to know if he was being completely honest or not. But, somehow, I knew that he was. I didn’t believe that he would be capable of fak
OnyxThe papers piled up on my desk were daunting to look at. I had been spending too much time away from my office and things were starting to get out of hand. I had several days worth of reports to read and countless letters to respond to. It didn’t help that rumors about the captive witch in the Alpha King’s house had reached the other packs already. The other alphas wanted to know how they could reassure their packs that they’re safe. People were confused and frightened about why Ferrah was in the village at all. If I brought her to the elder’s house and locked her in the old basement dungeon, there wouldn’t be so much confusion. I couldn’t do that to her, though. It was miserable down there. I didn’t know how to answer these letters. Rydel was seated in a swivel chair on the opposite side of the desk, helping me to write quick responses to the simpler letters. He had been quiet all morning, which told me that he wanted to say something, but he was holding back. It bot
Ferrah My notes weren’t helping me make a decision at all. Nothing was helping. What I felt for Onyx now was so at odds with everything that I knew about shifters, and everything that I knew about myself. I had no idea what the right decision was anymore. I kept coming back to the same thought, no matter how much I tried to talk myself out of it. Give them a chance. It seemed absurd, but I couldn’t think of another way to proceed. I hadn’t left this room without Onyx since I was moved here. I could, though. The guards would follow me to make sure I didn’t try anything, but was that really such a bad thing? I was pretty sure that they would protect me if someone tried to attack me unprovoked. I slipped my shoes on and went to the door. I took a deep breath to steel myself, then opened it. The guards turned to me with surprise and took a step back, to make room for me. I stepped out slowly and closed the door behind me. “Is everything alright?” one of the guards asked. “Y
Ferrah“I need to find Onyx,” I said urgently. The guards exchanged worried glances, then frowned at me in concern at my sudden outburst. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. If I freaked them out, they wouldn’t help me. “I mean, I need to speak with the Alpha King,” I continued. “I’ve just thought of something that I need to discuss with him. About the prophecy.” It wasn’t a lie. Something about the green eyed figure made me think that he could be involved in the prophecy somehow. He was clearly extremely powerful. It could be that he was a threat that we were meant to face. I had to tell Onyx about him so that we could figure out how to address the situation. They exchanged another uncertain look, then one of the guards, an older man with a dark beard and close shaved hair looked at me. “We really don’t know where he is,” he told me. “What about Emron?” the second guard asked. He was a younger man with bright eyes and freckles. He was always a little
OnyxWhen I lifted my head from my work to find Ferrah standing a few feet from me, I was surprised and oddly relieved. The feeling only lasted a moment before the pull caused my heart to twist painfully with desire. I forced the feeling aside as quickly as I could. The look on her face made it clear that she wasn’t here for the pleasure of my company. Something was very wrong. I stood and approached her. I stopped myself before I reached her, although my instinct was to comfort her as she was obviously upset. When she didn’t reply to my question, a spark of anger flashed through me. I turned to follow her eyes and glared at Rydel and Emron. I swear, those two lacked any sense of social grace. She was obviously here in a distressed state, yet they were standing at the door, staring at her in anticipation like they were watching a play. “Get out,” I told Rydel. He could hear the irritation in my voice and turned to go immediately. Emron didn’t move. Rydel grabbed his brot
FerrahI stared at Onyx in shock as he snarled at me. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was trying to warn him that his people were in danger, and he was judging me. Just like everyone else here did. I had been so wrong about him. I had been so wrong about everything. I couldn’t even be angry right now. All I felt was defeat and humiliation. My eyes were welling with tears, but I held them back. I would not cry in front of him. I turned my back to him and rushed to the door. He didn’t call after me or try to stop me. The office door opened to reveal Emron and Rydel standing just beyond it. They had obviously been eavesdropping, but it didn't matter. None of this mattered anymore. I carefully closed the door behind me, then I pushed past them and hurried down the hallway towards my room. I heard them exclaim in confusion and surprise, but I didn’t stop. I was distantly aware that my guards were at my heels, but I didn’t slow down. It didn’t matter if they were c
OnyxIt had been three days since Ferrah escaped. I still didn’t understand how it happened. The guards that had been placed outside of her room insisted that they couldn’t remember anything after she ran crying into her room and slammed the door. I wasn’t surprised. She had her magic back, Rydel had seen her use it to evaporate the iron bars that had secured her window. She must have done something to make them forget. I didn’t know how she had broken the bracelet, but without it, she was able to escape. I was more than a little disturbed when I found it on the ground. If the bracelet was the only thing holding back her magic, then she had been a willing prisoner in the packhouse for nearly a week. All the time she had been here before I put the bracelet on her, she had been able to use her magic and had chosen not to. Why? She could have attacked us at any moment. She could have killed me in my sleep. She could have killed us all. She did nothing. I just couldn’t make
FerrahThe last few days were far more difficult for me than I could have anticipated. I should have been overjoyed at finally being free of Onyx and his prison cell, but I wasn’t. I felt numb, more than anything. It was like I was just going through the motions because I didn’t know what else to do. I was back to my usual routine, back to my old life. Everything was familiar and easy, again. I covered my scent and my tracks the way I always had, and I slept safely in my glamored tent. It was simple. I should have been relieved. This is what I had wanted, right? Everything was peaceful and quiet. I was alone with my thoughts again, far from the howling and boisterous banter of the shifters. No matter how many times I tried to repeat these reassuring thoughts to myself, nothing changed. I still felt like a ghost of my former self. I packed my belongings into my travel bag slowly. There was no reason to rush. Once my tent was packed away and my bag was slung over my shoulder,