Enzo I stirred sluggishly to the sound of iron groaning deafeningly in my ears. Blearily lifting my head up from the icy stone where I lay, I made out a petite silhouette entering my cell cautiously. “Wake up, my lord,” the girl, the same one from before, said softly. She kneeled down beside me,
Nina “State your purpose, outsiders,” the knife-wielding man repeated as more people emerged from the vivid foliage. I furrowed my brow as I took in their appearances; they certainly appeared human, but my wolf picked up a strange scent as I looked at them. They were shifters, but not wolves; mu
Enzo My eyes locked onto the enormous bear that was now thundering toward me, six-hundred pounds of snarling fury and dagger-length claws. The deafening roar that escaped the bear’s throat almost seemed to shake the very stone beneath my paws. Every instinct screamed to brace for impact as the g
Nina “Are you coming or not, little wolf?” Luke and I shot each other an uneasy look as the man stood in front of us with his unlit lantern. “Where are you taking us?” I asked tentatively. The man huffed. “To the queen,” he said annoyedly. “And if you don’t hurry, we might be too late for yo
But for what purpose? A few minutes later, my neck prickled as we emerged abruptly into a massive cavern, firelight reflecting off of what looked like polished obsidian. Far overhead, stalactites dripped onto intricate tiles spanning a dizzying distance. This had to be an impossible buried fortr
Nina The bars of the strange cell must have been made of silver, because they burned my flesh when I reached through for Enzo. I winced, reluctantly pulling back from his touch. “Enzo,” I panted, “what-what’s going on here?” “Nina, Luke, why did you risk everything to come here?” Enzo stood, s
I chewed on my fingernails, exchanging another terrified glance with Luke. “So she thinks you’re her own personal stallion, basically,” I said. “You’re right. That is madness.” “Yeah, well, she’ll have to kill me first before I father anything for her,” Enzo hissed, leaning his head back on the wa
Nina “To the death.” Enzo and I took a step back, eyeing Mila cautiously. “To the death?” Enzo scoffed. “Mila, are you insane?” “No.” She shrugged, checking her crimson nails. “Not insane. It’s tradition.” “Enlighten us, then,” I hissed. I had absolutely no intention of battling my own hus