ARNOLDI pace the length of the room, my mind racing. Hazel should have reached the safe house by now, but there was no correspondence on the machine yet. My stomach churns with worry. I look at Ethan, who sits by the window, staring out at the darkening sky. His face mirrors mine, full of anxiety. “Any word yet?” I ask, my voice tight with tension. Ethan shakes his head. “Nothing. It's been too long, Arnold. Something's wrong.” Just then, a messenger bursts through the door, his face pale. “Sir, there's been a problem.” My heart stops. “Who do you think you are to burst in here like that, and what is it?” “The safe house... her majesty never arrived. There's no sign of her or the guards.” The room spins, and I grab the back of a chair to steady myself. “What? Send out men to search the route. Now.” I beak at my guards and they all run to do their duties. The messenger also nods and rushes off. I turn to Ethan, my eyes wide. “What have we done? We should ha
ARNOLDEthan’s eyes soften, but his resolve remains firm. “I know, brother. But we have responsibilities. We can't abandon our people. We'll continue the search, but we must lead from the palace.” I nod reluctantly, knowing he's right. “Fine. But the moment we get any word, we’re leaving everything and coming back here.” Ethan agrees, and we prepare to leave, our hearts heavy with worry and guilt. We ride back to the palace in silence, each lost in our thoughts.- Back at the palace, we attend the council meeting, but our minds are elsewhere. The council members discuss various issues, but all I can think about is Hazel. The fear for her safety consumes me. “Your Majesty, what do you think of the new trade agreement?” One of the council members asks, snapping me back to the present. I glare at him, my patience wearing thin. “Do whatever you think is best.” I snap, my tone harsher than intended. Ethan tries to intervene, his voice calm but strained. “Let’s stay fo
ETHAN I go into my brother’s room, the weight of the worry still heavy on my shoulders. Arnold stands by the table, his brow bent in deep thought. I can tell something's bothering him, even from across the room. “What's on your mind, brother?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood. Arnold looks up, his expression grave. “We need to talk.” I approach him with concern. “Uh-oh. What's going on?” He leans in close, his voice low. “I overheard Frederick talking. He wants to bring us down.” I raise an eyebrow, trying to hide my surprise. “Frederick? That old snake? What's he up to now?” Arnold sighs, running a hand through his hair. “He thinks we're unstable, a threat to the kingdom. He's planning something, Ethan.” I place a hand on his shoulder. “Don't worry, Arnold. Frederick's bark is worse than his bite. We'll handle him, like we always do. We should send him away for good this time.” Arnold nods, but I can see the worry lingering in his eyes. I decide t
ARNOLDThe sun beats down mercilessly as Ethan and I trudge through the dense forest, our senses on high alert. We've been searching for Hazel for what feels like an eternity, but so far, we've come up empty handed, and it’s frustrating. Every lead has turned into a dead end, leaving us frustrated and exhausted. “I can't believe we still haven't found her.” Ethan mutters, his voice thick with frustration. “No trace of the people who might have taken her either.” I nod grimly, wiping the sweat from my brow. “I know. But we can't give up. We have to keep looking.” We press on, wanting to leave no stone unturned in our search for our mate. We've been camping in a nearby pack, using her scent to guide us, but it's proven to be more challenging than we anticipated. Hazel's scent seems to linger everywhere, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly where she might be. “Maybe we're approaching this the wrong way.”Ethan says suddenly, breaking the silence. I raise an eyebrow, curio
ARNOLDEthan nods, his expression serious. “There might be someone nearby who saw something. We have to try. This is just a clearing, but I can see activity up ahead.” I consider his words for a moment, weighing the risks and rewards. It's a long shot, but at this point, we're running out of options. We have to try anything and everything if we want to find Hazel. “Alright.” I say finally, my voice heavy with resignation. “Let's ask around.” We leave the clearing behind, our footsteps echoing through the darkness as we make our way deeper into the forest. The air is thick with tension, our senses on high alert as we search for any sign of someone who might be willing, as people immediately turn around when we call to them. It makes no sense, because we are dressed the way they are, yet, they’re ostracizing us. “Do you think anyone will talk to us?” Ethan asks, his voice barely above a whisper. I shrug, my mind racing with possibilities. “I don't know. But we have to
HAZEL The cold stone floor is my only comfort. I curl up, my body aching from the beatings and the chains that bite into my wrists and ankles. I’ve lost count of the days. The room is dark, the only light coming from a small window high up on the wall. I shiver as the door creaks open, knowing what’s coming next. “Wake up, mutt!” One of the captors yells, kicking me in the ribs. I gasp for breath, the pain sharp and immediate. They pour dirty water over me, and I feel it soak into my clothes, the smell making me gag. They do it for no reason, just to see me suffer. I can hear their laughter, their cruel jokes about how weak and pathetic I am. “Please.” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Please, stop.” But they don’t stop. They never do. I can feel the drug they injected me with earlier start to take effect. It’s a special kind of poison, one that makes my wolf lose control. My body begins to shake, and I can feel the shift coming, my bones cracking and reshaping. I try to
HAZELBut for now, I endure. I survive. I wait. The door swings open again, and the creaking sound starts sending chills down my spine. This time, they bring another injection. I recognize it immediately, it’s the clear liquid that means more pain, more loss of control. I try to fight, to pull away, but they hold me down, the needle piercing my skin. “No, please!” I scream, but it’s useless. The drug enters my veins, cold and sharp, spreading through my body like wildfire. I feel the change start, the familiar, agonizing shift as my bones crack and my skin stretches. I can feel the liquid entering my blood stream. “Watch her!” One of them says. “This is going to be fun.” My vision blurs, and I can feel the wolf taking over. But this time, something’s different. The pain is worse, sharper, and I realize with horror that the child inside me is at risk. I try to hold back the shift, to protect my unborn baby, but the drug is too strong. I howl in pain as my body contorts for t
HAZELThe cold stone floor is my only comfort. Days blend into nights, and pain blurs into more pain. I drift in and out of sleep, my dreams filled with memories of freedom, only to wake up to this nightmare. I hear the door creak open and my body tenses, bracing for another round of beatings. I don’t bother to open my eyes. I know what’s coming, it’s going to be the same thing. “Get up!” The leader’s voice cuts through the silence, and I hear footsteps approaching. I’m ready for the kick, the punch, the usual routine of pain. The silver around my neck, and maybe the injections might come again today. But nothing happens. Instead, I hear murmurs and soft voices that I’ve never heard before. I force my eyes open and see three women standing in front of me. One of them is the maid who showed me kindness before. “What’s going on?” I manage to whisper, my throat dry and sore. The leader steps forward, his eyes cold and cruel. “You’re going to be cleaned up. Our king wants to