Royal Bedwarmer "How is it possible that no one has seen a wolf that large moving around. It's a wolf, a damn wolf, " I whispher yelled at the people around me. I had gone back to the tavern hoping to get some answers about my nightmare, but I'm more frustrated and boggled than I was, attempting to figure out the question on my own. "Are you sure about what you saw love?" Cecil asks and I attempt to reign in my irritation. I swear these people think I'm probably going bonkers, but I know what I saw. "Yeah the shadows could be playing tricks on you or the light for that matter. " "To form an entire wolf?" I snickered. "Yeah, I don't think so. It's a husky, there's no way to mistake it. " "Sounds like you know something, I reckon, " One of the men says placing down his jug. His mouth is smeared with the froth of liquor, creating a white beard and I stifle a laugh. "Yeah I do. I lived in a werewolf camp for ten years, I think seeing anything remotely looking like a wolf would give

WOLF I hate the dress I'm currently wearing, but I loathe the stares of the people around me even more. My body itches like crazy, the polyster sticking into my skin. Herberus' hand is wrapped around my waist tightly, the doll within his arms. People cheer around me left and right, others standing in gleaming appreciation of their selfish King and still others wondering who the f**k I am. Within that sphere, there are also women, aristocrats, nobles, servants who are all giving me the stink eye, as if I wouldn't give anything to trade places with them and have my freedom. There's so much people, young and old, all dressed up and shouting, guards flanking the crowd left and right. The fanfare doesn't entice me and as I glance around, I find others likewise who stand aside passively taking in the fanfare. The large heavy gate is suddenly shut, the last group of patrons coming through, heading towards the crowd at the center of the town. I suddenly get the impression that this wasn't

GRAYSON   She's gone. Leila is gone. And I don't mean she left to do her chores to return. Leila hasn't been seen for days. Not since the death of that human. A part of me knew maybe it would trigger something within her. I've seen enough of how humans react to anothers death to know how traumatizing it is to their psyche. Some have committed sucide in the name of their love. Others have decided to join the outpost and fight for the little happiness they've got left- which is warped in my opinion, and still others run away, only to die at our hands later.  Everyone stays clear of me when I walk into the barracks, even the Head mistress and I follow my nose to the bunker that has been asigned to the small human. There are three beds, but only one is still in use, the owner walking in minutes later and I watch her from my perch from one of the beds. "Dear god" she exclaims in fright, a hand across her

WOODEN HORSEEver since coming face to face with Grayson that night, I've been terrified of bumping into him again. It's as if I knew he was the one in the shadow, that somehow he'd find me. There are other things as well, like the fact that being anywhere close to this man I'll pool in a puddle and do the most ridiculous things. I hate that he thinks he has free reign over my body. That he can just touch me and pull me away like he did the other night- even if he was keeping both of us out of trouble. There's just something too scary about him, this undefined law of attraction that's utterly ridiculous. Where my heart sees an attractive, strong savior my brain screams a murderous beast and that leaves me confused and conflicted. Especially when I didn't ask for these thoughts in the first place. Claude is willing to help me catch him, at a cost to me because I haven't told him about Herberus' insistence of having me caught and brought back to the Court. I'm i

HELEN OF TROY After much back and forth between both of us, Grayson allows me finally to slip through the small opening of the window, while using his body to barricade the door they were currently attempting to bulldoze away. I fall with a thud, the morning frosty and immediately I wish I'd taken a blanket with me. Every where is quiet, which wasn't a good sign. But at least with them occupied inside the house, I'd get a head start. I hurry around the side of the house, hitting into armor and lifting my eyes, I find Herberus' army, while he glowers down at me from his horse. Shit. "Oh hi Herberus! " I call, shifting on my feet. "How are you doing?" "Leila, " He says drawing out my name. He looks me up and down, displeasure of my attire unhid in his expression. "The stress you've caused me, is going to take a long time to ever forget. " "Oh, " I reply finding it hard to care about whatever distress he might be going through. "Take her, " He orders one of his men and I step back