The best sleep I’d had in a week meant I woke just as dawn rose and the light trickled across my bedspread. Positive energy raced through my mind for the first time since the ball. There was no sign of Bram, my door remained securely locked. The only danger was perhaps one of the bodyguards would be on shift, ready to lurk around every move I made until dusk.   I quietly got washed and dressed, a close-fitting grey long sleeved tunic over dark black leggings with my dark boots. It wasn’t Luna appropriate, but I didn’t care today. Fyre whirled with excitement at the prospect of finding out more about our history. Just who were the Birazzi’s and where was my future leading me. My dreams remained the same, I was just relieved that Alexander was part of them again.   I tested our connection and was thrilled to find a weak pulse, he was s

Finally the promised small cottage within a cluster of trees appeared into view. I’d sprinted the whole way, hoping that the distance between me and Alexander would help get my head together ready for whatever might come my way and as I slowed down, I felt fear in the pit of my stomach. Fyre wasn’t much use, still reeling from being held by Alexander and wishing we could just go back to him. Just as I completely slowed to a halt the basic wooden door opened, and a girl dressed in the same brown uniform as Azalea came into view. She was about the same age as me and reminded me of Celeste with her porcelain skin and clear blue eyes. She smiled and gestured for me to come inside.   I stepped through the threshold and found myself in a completely normal house. My imagination had created cobwebs, cauldrons, and a dark cluttered library of magical tomes but I walked into the nicely decorated parlou

Crouched together under the tree, hoping the long grasses surrounding us would offer some cover Alexander silently slipped the ebony brooch from his cloak letting it silently fall to the ground. He was preparing to shift into his wolf form. I finally caught the scent that had drifted over to us, there was a mossy tint to it, earthy and sallow.   “There is more than one approaching” he muttered under his breath as he slowly shifted his position, so he was crouched instead of sat, ready to pounce into action. The crunch of footsteps through the grass became audible, clearly, they were getting closer, by leaving the path and tracking through the grass they must be tracking us. They must have caught the scent of my arousal which only made my cheeks scorch with embarrassment. Fyre was poised, ready to shift despite Alexanders urge for us to run at any sign of trouble.  

Another two days passed before we arrived home, it was late at night, but I knew there would be another supper with Alpha Romanov to endure. Every night whilst Azalea slept soundly, I tried to see if I could connect with Alexander, but he was never close enough. He was keeping to his word and not taking any more chances. I wondered if Azalea knew everything already. Despite all our chat and pleasantries I had not mentioned him, there was nobody in the world I could trust with his name yet. We had made separate camps each night, so I hadn’t truly seen him since the village as Azalea and I had retreated straight after eating each night. As soon as the convoy of myself, Bram, Azalea, Klaus, Braxton and a few other Beta’s disembarked outside the front of the castle where a small collection of people had gathered to welcome us a small woman in regal uniform approached Bram with a note.   “Helena,

Alpha Romanov paced his royal suite unable to sleep. The commitment ceremony was only two days away and whilst Helena and Bram were putting on a good display, he knew it couldn't last. There had been dinners and meetings amongst the Beta’s and they certainly had everyone convinced now. However his youngest son was too volatile to truly treat her as an equal. He couldn’t put his finger on why Helena was persisting with the fruitless match, she didn’t seem power-hungry like some of the women he had seen dealing with Bram, but she undoubtedly had an agenda.   His room was rich and luxuriously furnished with wooden panelling, ornate paintings, and plush furniture yet Alpha Romanov paced like a caged animal. His silvery eyes glinted in the candlelight as he tossed his cloak onto his sofa; his full muscular physique could be glimpsed through his shirt including the rippling lines of scars that he'd