~Rory~Located near the Arctic Circle, in the city called Oymyakon, lies the entrance of Sapiro. In winter, the temperature averages around -58°F, only about 500 people brave the chill, an ideal place for concealing the supernatural world.Once we stepped through the portal, the chill was no more replaced by the humid weather. Sapiro was just like how it was two thousand years ago, at least that’s how I remember it, hot and sunny. We gathered on the other side of the castle, concealed in the mountain range.Elijah, Henry, Nolani, Ali, and I met the alphas of werewolf packs who lived in Sapiro, but pledged their loyalty to Elijah. Tayen and Jace will follow soon after ensuring that Tauri will no longer be a problem for us.“He is family,” Tayen told

~Rory~I should be grateful that our target was still in the castle’s vicinity. He’s still within our reach. Elijah planned to fight Greco face-on. There will be modifications, but the plan could still work. Behind me, Elijah growled a string of profanities. The three of them continued pouncing on the barrier. Until they find a way to break the wardings, I am on my own.“I am not your queen,” I said, cementing my feet firmly on the ground.Greco’s stance, command power, dominance, and he looked at me like I was a meat and he had been starved for a century.He closed his eyes, sniffing in the air, hissing like he was fighting off an urge. “You shifted. You are a lycan.” He was me

~Rory~Something is happening to me. There was an unfamiliar, simmering energy inside me.Like a spring suddenly appeared somewhere in my core, an endless energy flow blossoming into a beautiful sensation that enticed my body to wake up from a deep sleep.It was exhilarating.“Open your eyes, cara mia,” Elijah’s melodic voice floated in my thoughts. “Please… come back to me... I love you.”I searched for the will to do as he asked. His pain was excruciating. He was in agony, and I wanted to ease his torment away.Forcing my body to move, I squeezed my eyelids and obliged them to part. The bright light blinded me. The war’s outcry brought me back to where, how, and why I felt so much pain in my body. Greco. Recollection of what happened before I lost consciousness flooded my brain.Like an image that suddenly made sense, my pupils adjusted to focus on the man holding me.Elijah smiled down at me. His eyes were wild with a mixture of emotions, cheeks drenched with tears and crimson liqu

~Rory~Tayen and Jace were just leaving with reinforcements when we arrived at Salvatore Hills. After bringing them up-to-date on what happened with Elijah, we had to devise a new plan in under ten minutes.They were keeping Elijah on the estate’s west side ruins. It was the highest part of the land and the best spot to see the eclipse at its peak.Even if Henry, Tayen, and Nolani knew this place like the back of their hands, planning this attack was difficult. We cannot be overconfident with the advantage we have.Jace and Henry did a quick sweep of the area, taking details on the number of the enemies waiting for us to come. Meca was with them. She was Agata’s witch friend and Greco’s mistress. Our best guess is that she’s the reason Greco was able to survive the Lycan venom he attained two thousand years ago. She has grown stronger, is what Henry told us. She also cast the warding in Greco’s room; hence, the witch we have to unbind Elijah from.About thirty vampires were guarding t

~Rory~The moment my eyes fluttered open and saw the familiar gray ceiling of Elijah’s room, tears brimmed in my eyes.I feel the same old me, but not. The fear in my chest deepened as the seconds ticked by. I’m alive. Jace’s plan worked.I pushed myself from the bed, hearing footsteps echoing through the hallway. Not a second later, Elijah barged into his room, hair disheveled and eyes wide with worry and relief in equal measure.“Rory…” he breathed out, eyes clouding as he ran to my side.“Elijah…” I buried my face in his chest as he cradled my body, murmuring how grateful he was that I was alive, worried, and much he loved me.Words are not enough to voice out my happiness. My throat was tight, with emotions storming inside me.We are alive, Elijah and I. We survived the ritual and that damn prophecy.“Cara mia,” Elijah cupped my face, leaning to press his lips against mine.His kiss did it if his touch wasn’t enough to convince me how alive we were. The familiar taste of him. The