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
Amelia“It’s not the arrowhead, just the fact that the weapon was made of silver,” Prince Owen replies, as if it’s a sufficient response.“Okay... so why is it significant that the weapon was made of silver?” My question echoes slightly down the pitch-black tunnel over the sounds of our steps.“What
OwenI discard the piece of my shirt that I had wrapped around Amelia’s hand, examining the wound further. I reach for the salve to stave off infection, but I hesitate. Since I couldn’t see exactly what it was that cut her, I don’t know what might have mixed in with her blood.“I think we better was
OwenI knock on Amelia’s bedroom door and wait.She opens it a sliver to see who it is. When our eyes meet, she doesn’t open it any wider.I suppose I deserve that.Her blue eyes are guarded, and my heart clenches at the sight. Knowing my accusations, my walking away from her did that.“Change into
He asks many questions then.When did this happen? Where does the passageway lead to? Who else knows about it?On and on, his questions seem endless. I answer every single one, feeling quite guilty that I didn’t tell him about this sooner.Father leans back in his chair, the burden of all this new i







