☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾ Amongst my audience, Gwendolyn wears terror most finely at my actions, a phenomenon I find strange since she’s been exposed to my dealings far earlier than Serenge, as a lasting member of the pack. Well, it doesn’t matter what she thinks or feels. I flick my attention from her round eyes and horrified cast. “To reiterate, Crestengalt, since your eardrums have been occluded with liquid,” I beam at him with all graciousness, enjoying how his hands curve around his neck, trying to curb the bleeding and keep the red fluid from spilling to the white, tiled floor. “You will call my wife, Luna. Next, you shall return the pack and treat yourself if your healing mechanism is that limp and has not put you out of pain by your arrival.” My grin broadens, aware that I scored well enough that an average wolf cannot heal all that injury in an hour. “I have eased your burden,” I add, gauging his mellowed response. “You need not protect my wife no more. Concentrate on staying a
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ I couldn't be angrier. By Selena, this is the umpteenth time I've passed out in the span of a week. And it's effing unbelievable. Can someone explain why my body discerns the need to crumble into a lifeless sack of potatoes whenever I encounter a single inconvenience? It's irritating that I don't even get to retort at whatever has me in a chokehold. That wretched man should have waited. Forget his warning of me not pulling out my knife; I was going to either way only when he wasn't watching. It was my plan to do so until I dropped into peaceful repose like I was Sleeping Beauty. While I was at it, I should as well have waited for a kiss from my Prince Philip to make sure I went about everything the right way, leaving no strays. How embarrassing. I want to bury my head in my pillow and scream loud and long, but I'm lying in a supine position with an IV strapped to my arm. It would be impossible to do something so simple without displacing the bag of liquid.
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "You are deep in thought, Luna." Maggie warbles from the hearth, where she kindles a fire. The heat in the room rises, suffusing my brittle bones, and I sigh gratefully. Count on Maggie to know what I need. My sister-in-law was fast becoming a mother figure to me, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Growing up without a mother wasn't the worst thing, as I had an attentive father and lots of older brothers and sisters who, though not related to me by blood, never acted like they were connected to me any less. We were a big family, as most packs were. Being human meant I was babied at every turn. Coupled with being a constantly sick toddler, the overprotectiveness was off the charts. In my teen years, I still had a literal babysitter until I began to rebel and demand that I be respected and given my space. I was the Alpha's daughter, after all. Wade, then Sage, joined the pack during my rebellious phase. Sage was an exchange wolf between Westardum and the Roa
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ A wounded look overrides the smile on Wade's lips. "I always care. You know that." "Did something happen?" I lean into him, shame washing over me, as I wonder why the wolf I know as a joker is suddenly so serious. "Why are you taking my words at face value?" He evades my gaze with ease, as the one standing upright while I'm tied to the bed by a flimsy rubber string that I'm not meant to remove. "It's not anything enough to be upset about. I guess I'm a shred tense, though it's nothing the esteemed Luna of Guttenbrieg shouldn't be able to fix with a touch of hers." Ew. Gross. "Will you ever stop?" I'm close to barfing in my mouth. "Yuck. Ugh. I don't even want to know if you had a hidden meaning behind that." I've already attached one to it, but that's far from the point. He laughs, a low, shaky sound that flips my stomach wrong. What. the. hell!? I shut my eyes to stop the ensuing madness in my head. Not Wade. It can't ever be Wade. The thought of it is dis
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "Is it what you can share with me?" I hold my breath before choosing to share some of the truth with Wade. I muse that he deserves that much from me. "The message was from Absalon. He said that he'd sent me a gift, and for that, I owed him." "What!" The chair crumbles to the ground with a muffled thunk as Wade ejects himself off it curtly. "What the hell kind of gift could that be?" "You tell me." I sigh, keenly aware of the blank letter burning a hole through the bottom of my suitcase. It's not happening, but I'm on the cusp of melting into my bed like cheese in fondue at my duplicity. Note to self: "you suck at lying, Saskia." "You should share this with the Alpha." "My father?" "No, your husband." I expect a smile or swish of the brow, but his expression remains grave. "Mikael might know what to do since he's the sworn enemy of the wizard." I survey my short, neatly filed nails. It's been a while since a nail polish brush met their canvas. Might hav
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ A special delivery indeed it was. I'm still not sure how the guards got Mikael's project to fit through the door, but somehow they did. Now, I have a dresser that almost spans the entire width of the room and is filled to the brim with earrings, bracelets, necklaces, brooches and bric-à-brac. "He must have gone mad," I mumble as I sweep through the first drawer for the umpteenth time since the dresser made its way into the room. "Why are there so many darn pearls and gems?" There's no doubt they are genuine and must have cost a fortune. I don't know how to feel about them. Glittery pieces of jewellery are pretty and will always catch my attention, but this much at once is scary. What am I going to do with these many ornaments? Twenty drawers are heavy because of the gemstones burdening them, and I can't come up with a single occasion where they will be lighter. To make the situation worse, Mikael has not come to the house or attempted to visit me at all. I'v
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ "Yes. Alpha Connor mentioned that he'd deduced it was him and alerted you on the day of the attack." "Indeed," I mutter, my head reeling as details of that day replay like a taped record. Could it be that Mikael had a hand in the blind attack? No, wait. Wade's already ruled that out. Fabian was not the one who cut into our territories, so Mikael should be crossed off my list of suspicions, whether or not he is friends with Fabian. But what if... "My father also said Fabian was the Alpha of Amengal. Is that true?" "Yes and no. He was the former Alpha of Amengal, but his brother, Falcon, recently usurped him." He stills as he scrutinises the emotion I've failed to curb from seeping into my expression. "You know something?" Not by way of a question but a statement. I shake my head, but he remains unconvinced. He knows me more than most, so it's only common sense that he's sceptical. However, I can't share my fears with him. It'll only hand him cause to suspect
☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ “Did you come to watch the practice, Luna?” A man with dark locs that trail past his shoulder blades questions in a booming voice. I repress a shiver at the power it controls, registering how the latter leaks out of him as if searching for a vessel to occupy. It takes laser focus on breathing evenly that no trembles are heard in my response. “On another day, maybe. But today, I am here to practice myself.” “Oh.” The tattoo—a half-moon around which strings of pearls cluster—below his ribcage ripples as he swivels to exchange pointed looks with his partners. The men don’t care enough to conceal the surprise on their faces or the subtle wariness that their ticking muscles present. “Is there a problem?” I speak louder than my usual, demanding the update I apparently missed. Wade shows upturned hands to me, equally as confused at this development. Neither he nor I know what the fuss is about. “None at all, Luna.” The same wolf replies again. Clearly, he is the h