I grab Joffrey’s bag, tossing it in the back of the vehicle while the rest crawl in. Silently, I beg for Laney to take the front seat, just wanting her to be close. I grit my teeth when I catch Monty’s eyes sliding to see me watching the exchange and, much to my surprise, he pushes her toward the front.I close the trunk stalking toward the driver’s side and pulling it open to hear Laney laughing as she sits angled toward the back, Rome must have been saying something amusing since she too is grinning ear to ear while Joffrey blushes a deep shade of red. “What’d I miss?” I ask, cranking the engine over and throwing it into drive. No one seems to hear my question as the car falls silent and my anger boils. This is how it’s going to be. Two days of silence weren’t enough for my feisty Luna, it seems. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, even though I deserve far worse. Doesn’t mean I have to like it either way. “You should strap in,” Joffrey says from the back.I peek back at him through th
***Laney POV***I stopped struggling after seeing Rome’s lifeless body on the ground. The silence from her in our strange sisterly bond was deafening. I don’t know enough about werewolves to understand our healing abilities, but I know human injuries and the injuries Rome sustained… Those would be more than sufficient to kill any human.“Eagon!” I can hear Monty screaming his brother’s name in fury and my heart breaks. Instead of taking care of his mate, my sister, he left her to come for me. This promise, or predetermined guardianship he has for me, is such shit. He should be with Rome, not here trying to save me. I stumble along trying to catch my footing so I’m not being dragged, which makes Eagon tug at me roughly. “Stop fighting me!” He growls. The dumbass has no idea that I’m not. The wolf in my head paces around angrily, cursing me for my giving up when I should be fighting. I am not to be a coward or a quitter; I am to be the Luna that saves us, yet I refuse to save myself.
I groan, struggling against the beast as it leaps off of me and tackles a vampire who dares to come close. Another explosion bellows through the air and I turn to see Joffrey on bended knees, his eyes glowing green as his lips move and his hands gracefully move through the air as if trying to catch the dirt falling from the sky. He throws his arms open wide as the dirt rolls into small balls and shoots through the air, pelting the vampires hard enough to draw blood. So much for him being a magic-less warlock. I blink at him, just watching his graceful, almost hypnotizing movements until I am once again tackled to the ground. The animal growls above me as if trying to communicate, and I finally catch a view. My breath hitches as fear makes my blood run cold. The beast… The one from my nightmares that I swear I watched kill my sister.Its humanoid, yet far too animalistic shape, stands above me like I’m some object that must be protected.He launches off of me, attaching his teeth to t
I amble along behind Falcon aways, appearing at the totaled green scrap of metal. It’s surprising to see that the thing isn’t up in smoke like I assumed it would be. I spin and scan around, finally taking the time to really look at the damage and what fucking hit us, but I see nothing. I could have sworn we were hit but a damn train, but there are no tracks, no other objects that could have caused the damage. “What…” I mutter as Falcon thrusts clothes into my chest. “Get dressed. We are on foot for a while.”I don’t say a word as I slip into the scraps of fabric he placed in my arms. The tight yoga pants paired with a sports bra do nothing to warm me up as a cool breeze sweeps through the roadway. The brambles rustle behind us and I spin on high alert, my heart pounding in my ears. Joffrey emerges, his face red and his eyes wide as if he just witnessed something no one should see. “Where are—”“Nope. Don’t ask.” Joffrey shakes his head and I frown. “Rome!” I call out, feeling eage
***Falcon POV***Eagon being gone has bought us some time, but not much. Once word gets back to the coven that he’s dead and so are many of the vampires he brought with him, it’s going to be open season on us. I am wondering, though, why they continue to take Laney, rather than just kill her. Once or twice, the thought that Abbie may have a backup plan crossed my mind. But my existence right now is her doing penance for the crime I committed against her, and she built in a failsafe way for me to never fail. Even if I want to let Laney live, she won’t, and it won’t at all be because I want to kill her. It will be because I literally have no choice in the matter. How strange to live for thousands of years and never truly have full control of your life or body. It’s kind of how I feel about Laney now. I have no control over myself when I’m near her. It is getting harder and harder to resist her and the fucking pull to her. It’s not the mate bond, I know that for sure. I’m banned from t
***Laney POV***I startle from a dream and sit up, wiping the sweat from my brow. My chest aches from the relentless pounding of my heart on my rib cage, yet try as I may, I can not remember what the dream was about. I remember how it felt to be in it, the fear that made my skin crawl and blood turn to ice. The ache of my legs as if I were running from something. Yet my mind draws a blank on what my body is struggling to tell me. It was a nightmare. There is no doubt about that. But my nightmares have grown more violent, and frightening. Dreams I have always been able to recall suddenly bleed from the reserves of my mind, leaving me nothing but a mess to try to sort through. I lay back, staring up at the dark sky slowly turning pink along the horizon. The sun will come soon and we will be back on our way.Falcon lies next to me, but I dare not look his way. Seeing his beauty while he sleeps may very well be the death of me. It would eat away at all the resolve I have to keep my dista
Joffrey stumbles over his own feet, barely looking up from the journal as he walks through the rough terrain. I can’t help but laugh at his desire to crack the code and learn more from his journal. We all want to know what secrets it holds, but his encounter with gifted magic seems to ignite a need for information greater than mine.Not that I am all that much in wanting right now. For the time being, I am perfectly content being me and being loved without the added drama of what happens when I take the throne and Falcon finds his mate. Warm fingers snake into mine and I look over in surprise to see Falcon walking beside me, watching the trees we pass as if in deep compilation. I try to hide my giddy grin, but I know I’m doing a shit job of it. I’ve never held a boyfriend’s hand before. If that’s what we are, maybe we aren’t. I mash my lips together in thought. If we have professed feelings, does that mean we are together or just in an open relationship like the people that date other
When we finally make it to the town that Falcon kept telling us was close, Joffrey is a sweaty mess of sore feet and complaints about hunger. The small town is filled to the brim with people, the sun setting on them as they dine outside near blazing fires laughing and enjoying their simple lives. Jealousy creeps in as I watch them, just live their lives.This is something I have always wanted. To survive long enough to get a good job, and finally, be able to eat at a restaurant properly and laugh with friends at night. Things that seem so minuscule or unappreciated by many people. The same things that people from my realm pretended was stupid, yet we all stared with hope and wonder. “Can we eat at a restaurant?” I ask before I even realize the words come out.“I prefer to take out,” Joffrey says, patting his stomach when we pass an outdoor eatery and the server passes us with a steaming plate of gooey cheese pizza. My stomach gurgles and I’m tugged further along by Falcon. “We shoul