She wakes me a few minutes before noon. The sun is beating down the side of my neck and my head pounds with the beginning of a headache, but it stops the moment I see her.Adelaide has changed out of the dress I had her get into yesterday and now she’s in something else. Shorts that barely cover the entirety of her lap and an oversized cashmere shirt. She’s seated in one of the larger chairs and she has her dainty feet put up. A book is in her hand and from my position on the floor, with her legs raised like that, I can see the tender flesh of the body underneath all that fabric.“You’re awake.”Adelaide tries to keep the enthusiasm out of her voice but she only ends up sounding half bored and half excited. I nod and push myself off the floor, groaning at how my body sends tight little flares of pain to my brain.“The waiter suggested we wake you up and take you to one of the beds here. Did you know this is also a hotel?”I smirk and nod “I should since I own it.”“You fell asleep on

Cain asks me to tell him everything and I do.I tell him of Diane and how I've been visiting her in my sleep.Yes, on command, and yes, she’s as sad as the books portray her to be but that’s not what time records her as.I tell him Queen Diane, wife and mate of Supreme Lycan King Ashryn was a badass who was filled with magic and possibilities.I tell him she fused with the Lycan’s flame and I watch him listen to me. All the confusion I have about the matter comes gushing out of my mouth and Cain notes them down. I see it in the way he nods and smiles at my words like I am something precious to him.Like every moment I spend with him is precious.“You think Diane did something to Ashryn didn’t you?”I nod slowly and sink further into the bed they’ve put here for him.One night and half a day away from this place and he’s been quarantined. Rafie wants to find out exactly what kind of magic has been altering Cain, but I don't care.My heart feels settled now that I'm with him.“How poss

Cain doesn’t notice I am standing outside the door and that I never left.I heard Diane’s voice. I heard the anger in her tone and I heard the other person in the room too.My heart thunders in my chest and my breath comes in short spurts. Too short and too fast that I don't know what to do with myself.Okay…. that happened.Why didn’t I walk away? Why didn’t I leave? I pad my way down the hallway noiselessly thanks to the hotel slippers and now I'm really glad I took them.“Is there any reason you’re walking like you’re stepping on eggshells?” My eyes snap ahead immediately and I can see Alizadeh walking towards me. His back is straight, his chest is puffed out, he looks refreshed and happy. I frown.“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”He nods and smirks lightly for the first time since I've known him.“Right…… because we’re both going to pretend we didn’t feel Cain work impossible magic in Rafie’s infirmary. “I think I freeze up.“I didn’t feel that.”Rafie raises his han

My blood runs cold and I feel like screaming. Oh my god. I knew something was up. I knew it. But this? I can feel other people around me, not people but presence. I’m seeing this and all my questions are getting answered, and I was right. Elara did find a way to capture some flames when the Lycan’s flame fused with Diane. She…… did this. Brought her soul back and Ashryn’s too. “What about the baby in your belly Elara? This world has settled itself out, the universe has achieved balance after Diane’s sacrifice. The timelines should be separate now, no more freak deaths, no more sudden famine, our land and our people will prosper and there are new Kings now” Elara scoffs but Eras continues “They won’t be like us Elara. I want to leave this world for them. They should handle how it’s ruled. I just want to…. give this man his life back. His full life. I don’t want to keep on watching through him. I don’t want to keep on making him feel like he's going insane. He’s wondering what i

“Adelaide!” My small feet shake and quiver as they keep on running. “Adelaide! Do not make me come get you!” The threat is clear, yet my small self runs. My six-year-old body stumbling from days of starvation, my head pounding from the amount of tears I had shed. I slip in and out of the little girl’s body at intervals and then the sound of feet comes. They make the forest shake and reverberate and it causes my heart to shake. I hide because that’s what I always do, but it doesn’t take me long to be found out. My father’s warrior grabs me by the hair and sneers into my face as he pulls me up. “Got you.” I am dragged back to the pack and whipped by my mother. Then I'm nine years old once more and I run again. This time I have blood leaking down the side of my face. I remember all this but somehow watching it again rips open a fresh wound in my heart. I am caught and my father breaks one of my legs. A quick wicked action. I make another attempt to run at the age of twelve and