Troy Ever since Morella’s visit the previous day, I felt a little crack in my bond with Quinn. It wasn't too big yet, but it scared me. It would get worse if I did not attempt to heal the wound. I had some hope that we could mend the crack by being intimate – not just physically, but mentally – and indulging in what I considered a taboo fantasy helped with that a bit, but it was not enough. I didn't know if Quinn felt it, but I did. It was driving me insane. Like an itch I couldn't scratch. The itch woke me several times during the night, and every time it happened, I woke my mate up just so we could have sex or to talk to her while we cuddled. Yet, while I felt that little crack trying to heal throughout the night, it was back and bigger than ever when I woke the next morning. Ignoring my throbbing bladder, I went straight for the walk-in, eager to look at the painting while Quinn was still asleep; I needed to know if our promises and vows to each other changed anything. My hea

TroySomeone told the kings about Morella’s prophecy and they were trying to change the course of their destiny. That was why my father came here, why he'd take Quinn when the time came. They all knew what was going to happen to them, and they were trying everything in their power to fight against their own nature.It could work. That was the hell of it. If Morella, Eleanor, and even The Fates themselves were to be believed, it could work.That meant I'd have to change my approach. I could no longer sit back and wait for the right moment, for the day the kings would gather here at some undefined point in the future, when the princes would unite and kill their fathers in a display of solidarity.Whomever it was that blabbed did a piss poor job of it, and if I were to hazard a guess, I’d say it was Magnus. He never did fully grasp the severity of what would happen if we did not succeed. He always thought it was a battle for the ultimate throne. To be the ruler of them all, but it was ne

Quinn Troy was quiet. His aura was still the same misty-grey colour, and his skin had gone a strange kind of ashy-white that reminded me of one of my teachers. The day before he had the heart attack that killed him, he looked that way. Troy listlessly pushed his food around on his plate, barely registering the world around him. Doctor Jacobs’s death was far worse than either of us expected, and Troy took it very hard. The man would not die. He clung to life like a nit clung to hair. Every time we thought that this was it, that surely the doctor couldn’t still be alive, he’d start screaming again. It wasn’t until the silver finally ate away his heart and lungs that he mercifully died. The wolves enjoyed the display of brutality, and when Mason refused to die, they whipped themselves into a frenzy of bloodlust. They whooped and hollered while they tore at their clothes like spectators at a gladiator fight. “Are you okay?” I asked my mate. He shook his head and pushed his plate

Troy I gathered the princes and their mates to tell them about our plan. Next to me, Quinn’s eyes hopped from Lycan to Lycan as she read their auras. Even though she knew I had every talent she had and could read auras just as well as she could, if not better, she needed to reassure herself that she wouldn’t be betrayed by yet another wolf. "Arthur will tell them that I captured all the princes and their mates," I said. "The kings will have no other option but to come to their rescue." I gave Ida a stern look. She wasn't very worldly, and she could easily blow the whole thing "Be careful what you say. Do not betray yourself or our secrets. Ida straightened her back and jutted out her chin while she touched the little stone hidden under her dress. “I will never betray the princess.” I smiled and nodded at her. “I know you won’t, but you made no vows to me.” “If you are harmed, it will also hurt my sister. I won’t disappoint either of you.” Quinn smiled at the young she-wolf. Her

Troy I woke when the sharp pop of a gunshot shattered my slumber. Everything was quiet. The mansion itself barely breathed. For a moment, I lay completely still, sure that I dreamed or imagined it. Then another shot rang out. Fuck! “Quinn,” I mind linked with my mate as I fell out of bed and ran for the door, not caring that I was dressed in only my underwear. “Are you all right?” “It’s okay. I got him. Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he’s dead. Casper’s checking now.” “Who? Who did you shoot?” “Xander Shelby.” “Where are you?” “The garden.” I ran down the hall, my feet slapping loudly on the gleaming hardwood. I flew down the stairs, taking them four at a time while I used the bannister to propel me forward. “What garden?” “The one behind the pool house. I've never seen this one before. It's kind of pretty.” What the hell was she doing there? It was hidden from the main house. I posted a few guards there to patrol it, but no one ever used the garden, and it wasn’t as well pro