"Is there a reason you're following me?"Leah shakes her head and looks away, inspecting the same wall she's probably seen since before I was born yet following my every step with a persistent sort of doggedness.I turn a bend and she turns with me.I climb the stairs and she climbs with me.I take a detour into one of the multiple toilets the warriors use while they're here. It's fully equipped with bathing stalls and lavatories and lockers for changing. I catch the mischievous look in Leah's eyes when she tries to follow me in but a glare keeps her out. I lock the door and I'm met with the sight of a wet Rhys and Lorelai, under one of the showers. Her hands, buried in his hair, and her legs, around his waist.Rhys grunts and she moans and I wonder if both of them were not assigned rooms. Rhys is one of the resident warriors so he certainly has a room.They take no notice of me or rather don't care enough to. I go back out and Leah is still there, a brown-haired lady with a face as

"Get up weakling."The Lycan king's voice is the only thing that makes sense to me right now.I sit up and try to get on my feet but I find myself falling back down. I hit the floor with a thud and i stay there for a while. This isn't half as hellish as the training I had to endure at Cain's hands and I know I should be thankful for it, but I'm not. I think I would take that training any day over this. What is this even? I still don't know what we're here to do, just that i got saved from being poisoned and saved the man sneering down at me too.I don't even want to think of what Raymel might think of me after all this. I know it won't be anything nice so that's a bummer.I try to stand up again and this time I actually get onto my feet. The man named Lyros shakes his head and scoffs before he walks past and heads for the door.My eyes widen in panic and I almost scream for him not to open it, but he does and nothing happens.I'm not hit by any odor so strong and foul that I collap

Raymel's dancing lessons come in handy two days later and I count down the days as I count down my steps.Seven days.I'll be here with the Lycan king for seven days. It doesn't feel like so much time but i feel it is. My father as the Alpha had never left the pack for a day or more. First of all to make sure he didn't find it in the hands of someone else when he came back, someone who could mobilize the wolves of his pack against him and force him to concede the pack to them.The fact that he knows the pack can be taken from him in his absence always made me see him as not as strong as he always portrayed himself to be. Of course I always kept my thoughts to myself on that, but Lyros, a Lycan king, leaving his realm and staying in another for a whole week..... i don't know what to say about it, just that it feels risky and unusual at the same time. Cain can hold down the fort in his absence but i don't remember him being that nice to Cain too. He might go back home to meet an uprisi

The hunt is something I was not informed of. I think the Lycan king left that bit out so I wouldn't get freaked out, but again, with how he's been acting lately I can't tell if he likes me or wants to hurt me.The high-neck outfits I've been wearing are a reminder of the fact that he almost strangled me to death. I don't know what's wrong with him, but I know I don't want to cross him a second time.I should be resentful and full of hate for the Lycan king but I find myself being unable to. I do hate him, but I wasn't lying when I told Drakon I feel he's troubled.His moods are like the tide, slow sometimes and fast at others. It's enough of a reminder that he is the Lycan king and I am not to mess with him."Adelaide, catch!"I snap out of my thoughts and raise my hand to catch the ball but Raymel moves faster than me. He moves faster than I could ever move.His form blurs from the spot he had thrown the ball and in an instant he's behind me, his hand catching the ball sailing just

The door creaks and I run to the nearest shadow I can find, throwing myself behind one of the stone pillars in this place and making sure not to touch anything.I'm sure half of the objects in here are rumored to have been able to work miracles a few hundred years ago.Or maybe a million years ago. No one really knows. The last Lycan that could access the power of the moon had died a very young death.Now these things are just artifacts in a huge place and this isn't even half of the whole thing.I track the steps of whoever this is as I control my breathing at the same time.The steps I hear are cautious, wary, not the steps of someone who should be here.I barely hear the footsteps coming from down below before I'm out of my hiding spot, grabbing whoever this is by the arm and pulling them into that area of darkened shadow with me.The scent of something warm fills my nose and from the way she goes rigid, I know she's the one immediately.The door to the museum opens and the sound o