MORGAN Like a rolling cloud of fog, the haziness lifted from my eyes. I felt a shivering tingle down my body at the cold presence of air against my back and knew that Kian was no longer beside me anymore. I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I thought my legs would be shaky after the traumatic experience I had, but they are not. I stand on sturdy legs and hold my hands out to look at them. They are not shaking, but I feel as though they should be. The tingling in my body is still present and it feels foreign – almost energized. I rub the tips of my fingers together, a new sensation like electricity hums through them, transferring to each digit as they connect with each other. I am of Morrigan blood and what I just did awoke something old and ancient and I’m not just talking about the stone. It’s not a stone. I mean me too. The scroll I read at Tristan’s house is still fresh in my mind. …And with the blood of a Morrigan, pure and undiluted she shall awaken the child

MORGAN Abbas must have hit me really hard. I felt like he had knocked me into next week. I opened my eyes from what seemed like an eternity of blackness. Blinking slowly as the light filtered into them, brightly and without remorse. The smell of dampness and mold reached my nose and without having to look around I knew I was in some type of cell. Years of being held in one had the scent of cold stone and damp ground embedded into my senses. It seemed wherever I was - it was well-lit. “The little witch wakes,” I cringed at the use of the nickname Kian called me. It didn’t have the same effect as this man’s sinister and pompous meaning. I wiped my mouth of the drool that had gathered and hoisted myself up from the front-lying position I found myself in. I slowly turned feeling every ache in my bones, swung my legs over the cot I had been placed on, and pulled myself into a sitting position. Rubbing my temples to try and ease the pounding that was currently thumping away in there. “T

MORGAN The air shifts. An upward spiral of vaporization climbed the vacant air, forming a dense and rapidly rising green mist twisting and maturing. It begins to take shape into an almost corporeal form, the green mist forming into two men ‘kill the snitch, kill the snitch’ they chant, their arms stretching out before them reaching for Abbas. Abbas looks on horrified at what is happening before his eyes, eyes flying wide and mouth dropping open. The color drains from his face as I stand and point at him. "Kill him," I say in a voice that's deeper and commanding, calling forth the whispering echoes. Commanding them to do my bidding. Though never done before, the action comes naturally and feels right. “Kill him,” I repeat. The thirst for Abbas’ blood to be spilled is immense. Abbas screams, the sound piercing and girly as the two echoes glid towards him. Their hands touch him, and Abbas cowers back, throwing his arms in front of his face like a shield, except it won’t save him. Not

HUNJI / KIAN The room is dark and cold. I can just make out my father’s frail figure in his bed as I move deeper into his chambers. I hear a gasp behind me and turn to see my sister Sonia with eyes full of tears, clutching her child. A son. “Sonia,” I turn to her and cup her cheek peering into her familiar dark brown eyes. She looks frail and worn. Farid had kept his promise, she was unhurt but he had kept her hidden away and thankfully hadn't touched her or her child. Maybe there was some compassion in him somewhere deep down. “I have missed you, and I want nothing more than to sit with you and Rostam and to get to know my family again,” My eyes turn to the small child in her arms who looks so much like Rostam. “But I need you to leave, give us time alone with father, your son does not need to see this.” Through her glazed eyes I see the defiance I remember so much, but she nods her head and looks to Rostam who stands beside her. “Sonia, my love, everything will be ok now. Our br

HUNJI/KIAN ERIRIAT (STILL 3 WEEKS LATER) With a heavy heart and an empty soul, I sit on the throne. In less than two hours this place will be packed with wolves from all over the Kingdom, from Lord Alphas to members of the court and some high-standing citizens. Not to exclude the surrounding country’s Alphas and leaders from other shifter Clans. Even Tristan ScarClaw had received an invitation and had made his way here, arriving only a short few days ago with the werebear Gregorio as his companion. I stood from the throne, a sigh of ease blowing past my lips as I vacated the seat. No matter how many times I had sat in it these past weeks it still didn’t feel right. These past three weeks my thoughts had been filled with Morgan and also Tawny. Of course, there was much more I mulled through my brain, like my family back in the western continent who I had not heard from. Even Lamia hadn’t linked me, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Was she upset or just giving me the time, I