LOGINIt might be the last time I ever heard him laugh. Mother was killed soon after.I couldn’t protect her, but I will do everything in my power to protect my people. Starting with killing three Sun Warriors and getting one step closer to finding my mole.I release the arrow, but I don’t watch the elega
OwenAfter Tresalia has enthusiastically agreed to join the war efforts against the Sun Warriors, I head northwest toward the outer border between Tresalia and Quartane. It’s not particularly hard to convince anyone to go to war against the humans, what with the continued werewolf killings.That and
Then again, it would have been disastrous for the kingdom if I ended up with a human, and the daughter of the most fearsome Sun Warrior our people have ever known at that. I would have been blinded by my love for Amelia and never understood how terrible humans could be.I would have been wholly unpr
OwenDiego wanted to join me. But I couldn’t let him come. I sent him with Father to the eastern territories instead.Diego’s still my number one suspect as our mole, so I need him as far away from my plan as possible.I bounce atop my trotting horse through Dosian toward the beginning of the Red Fo
I make sure he eats, that someone offers to take care of him for the night. Tomorrow, we’ll talk to him more and send out scouts to see if he has any living family members left alive. If not, there are a lot of families here ready to adopt another child orphaned by werewolves.He’ll be okay.I have
NatashaOnce the First Quarter is back in view, I slow my jog to a walk for the comfort of the child on my back. He’s not hurt, so we’re not in a rush now that we’re almost back to the village.Sebastian and the scout from today’s run hurry past me, carrying a man between them. He was conscious when
AmeliaIt’s been less than an hour when a knock sounds on my bespelled door. Part of me flutters at the idea that the prince couldn’t stay away as long as planned, but my embarrassment at how he left earlier stops me from teasing him about it as I open the door.And a good thing, too, because it’s n
OwenI shut Amelia’s door closed behind me, rushing down the hall to my own bedroom.I stop short when the dahlias on the table catch my eye. Her new favorite flower.Part of me hopes that in the brief moment I’ve stopped, Amelia will come bursting through her door, asking me for something. Anything
AmeliaMy heart skips as Prince Owen’s mouth brushes against my hand. His lips are softer than I could have imagined. A warmth involuntarily blossoms between my thighs in response.His eyes that are still locked on mine flash gold like they sometimes do, drawing me in. His graceful fingers tighten e
“This way, miss,” he points away from the palace, into the gardens.I’m not sure where we’re going, but I don’t ask as I change direction. These small acts of kindness, of dignity, of calling me “miss” and allowing me to walk unbound and unhandled…I do not want to take advantage of them. I do not w







