I don’t tell Cain what’s bothering me. I feel content as I am and though I feel I will regret this in the near future, I still want to enjoy the here and now. Cain doesn’t say anything to probe why I've been acting weird and I make a mental note to act weird later too. We’re staying here for two months at most, or rather that is the deadline I have to find the Chalice. If I act weird a few more times then maybe we can have walks like this again. The realization that I'm on this mission for the symbolism of my race still hurts, but that doesn’t stop me from deciding that I will get stronger. I don’t care if Lyros just wants me to be a symbol of his victory. He promised to make me a weapon, and I will be a weapon. An arrow that flies with purpose and precision, finding its mark and clearing all in its way. “We’re approaching the end of the flower fields Adelaide.” Cain’s voice is husky and soft, and I do the one thing that has been on my mind since last night. I grab his shirt,

We start at the library.I suggest that we take the gossip route first, people tend to know a lot about things they aren’t supposed to in castles, at least according to the books I’ve read but Cain simply shakes his head.“Asking questions will get you in the dungeons faster than you can blink.”Safira chuckles and I realize she agrees with him. When I look at her she nods and there’s a sad light in her eyes.“Even the wind has ears. Stories have come out of this palace that would make your gut clench and your intestines roil. Stay alert at all times, and for your sake, calculate every move you make.”A chill races down my spine and I glare at both of them as they chuckle and look away.My eyes search for the forest green leather-bound book the Royal librarian suggested we get and I let my mind wander elsewhere.Cain and Safira don’t say things because they want to, they say it because they have to. So far their words have been credible enough, except for the part where they said I wo

We’re walking through the streets of the capital and magic beats in my head like a drum. It splits my brain and oozes out of my ears but I blink and it’s gone again. Adelaide is at my side and people stare at us as we walk past. The Capital boasts many sounds and sights, but the two ladies I have smuggled out of the castle ignore it all, both of them chattering away oblivious to the fact that I'm walking with the gait of a man with two left feet and blinking more than normal. Queen Tria of Raleigh snickers and Adelaide lets out a scream so shrill you’d think she was hurt. My eyes snap to her but the excitement on her face can’t be mistaken for anything other than excitement. “No way did he just do that.” Tria has a book open in her hands and Adelaide is practically joined to her at the hip. I thought this trip would be awkward, but it isn’t and they seem to be getting on well. Seven things baffle me about this trip but the one most baffling is why I don't feel okay. Did I take

Landon reduces the glow around him and I half expect him to lift off the ground. His veins look like they have liquid light pouring through them, but his face… I take a look at his glowing male face and notice the aura of utmost concentration radiating off him... He stares at a spot, his eyes looking focused. The question comes out of my mouth tentatively and I turn to Cain. “Is he in pain?” Cain shakes his head. “He has to be focused enough to draw the power out of him, but that’s not where I'm headed to. Landon is at his full power now. Do you know who he is?” I certainly don't, so I answer with a glare. Cain walks forward and taps the other male on the shoulder. The light dies all at once and Landon stumbles, breathing hard as he catches his breath. Cain turns to me and I almost see a glow in his eyes. “Landon is a Lycan Prince. He has the blood of a King in his veins, yet the power he wields isn’t even up to a fraction of what Rafie wields. At most, if any lightworker tri

I pick myself up from the floor and ignore the stare I'm getting from the male in the room.A look at the window tells me it’s almost dawn and fuck my bones feel like twigs right now.My neck burns and my head is pounding but the only thing I can think of is the library lady.“She’s a Lycan isn’t she?” Ash-haired Priam looks over at the dead body on the floor and nods before turning back to me. “Are you okay?”“Was she related to you?”My mind draws a line through the events that led up to this and it could have been a coincidence, but she got him to get me out of here. He could be her son for all I know. Or her grandson.Why the fuck did he even kill her!The surge of anger I feel lets me know I'm currently frustrated. Not only by the fact that I didn't find what I came for but also by the fact that a lady had to die because Lyros came here looking for me.And slut?Is he being serious? What was I slutting with, the books?“Are you okay Lady Adelaide?”The boom in the voice I hea