Fate and Fury
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You have got to be kidding me, she clapped her hands with glee. This is just too much. Does Perizada have any idea that you, Lorelle, are so hard up for her demise? Mona watched as a small flash of emotion passed over the high Faes face and was gone just as quickly as it appeared.
I feel the element of surprise is much more satisfying when plotting the demise of ones sibling, dont you? Lorelles eyes filled with a hatred that Mona fully understood, though she didnt know one of the Fae was capable of such loathing.
Thurlok is still at the bridge, though he is cowering under it in hopes that you will not find out what he has done.
Mona turned and glared out of the window into the poor, tiny village tucked away in the mountains, untouched by progress or time. She had been surprised when Lorelle had asked her to meet in such a place, because it was not a setting that most Fae would choose to spend time, owing to their disdain for anything quaint and opulence free. Had she any semblance of caring she might have thought the village charming, but as it were she could care less if it burned to the ground.
Mona turned back to Lorelle, You have tracked them?
Yes, she keeps us informed of their progress. She believes that we all have truly seen the error of our ways and are fully on board with the Great Lunas plans.
Monas skin crawled at the mention of the deity who created her foe.
Where are they? She snapped.
They are making their way back to the Romanian stronghold. They are moving quickly through the forest and it seems that Peri is able to influence the plants and animals to aid them. They are drawn to the light she and the healers represent. Lorelle explained.
Monas eyes narrowed as the she bared her teeth. Well, we will just have to remedy that, wont we?
Though Lorelle had allowed her selfish desires and quest for her own power to twist her intentions into something evil, she still shuttered under the feral violence that surrounded Desdemona. It enveloped her completely, leaving no space for compassion, sympathy, or regret. Even now, something in Lorelle still opposed the idea of hurting her sister. But, she could see that Mona would gladly tear the wolves, limb from limb, reveling in their screams of agony, and then casually eat a meal afterwards without a second thought to the lives she'd just destroyed.
If she were honest with herself, she would admit that she didnt want her hate of Peri to twist her that far, but somehow honesty just wasnt her strong suit.
Chapter 11
I watch her sleeping. I cant tear my eyes from her for even a second, for if I do I will see her battered, broken body. Shes so worried about me. I try to put on the smile she needs, but I know she sees through me. My desperation to touch her, taste her,and smell her are complete giveaways to what is really going on inside of me. I can feel it from the other males, even Vasile. The effects of the In-Between run much deeper than we could have ever imagined. Though we are free from the physical prison, I fear that it could still be what destroys us. ~ Costin
Sally stood breathless from the brisk pace that Peri insisted they keep. They had been pushing through the forest for two days and still the males teetered on the edge of violence. The once unified wolves that had trusted each other were leery and edgy around one another. Their eyes darted, constantly waiting for the danger they seemed so sure would come. The males wouldnt let their mates more than a foot from their sides, Costin included. Sally would have laughed at their ridiculous possessiveness, but the fear in their eyes crushed any humor.
Costin walked up to her. He was not out of breath she noticed, irritably. His hand reached up and brushed away hair that had escaped from her pony tail while they were running. His touch was tentative and gentle and she hated that he, who had once been so confident and bold in his pursuit of her, was now hesitant to touch herhis mate.
Not for the reasons you think, he told her as he held her eyes.
Then why?
She could feel his need to protect her and, though she appreciated it, in that moment it enraged her. She knew that she was his and he felt an unwavering, all powerful need to protect her, but he was hers too, dammit. How could she protect him, even from himself, if he didnt let her in?
You feel the tension, especially because you are a healer. The darkness that we all have kept at bay, the control we have kept on our wolves, is all but gone. We are fighting what we have always feared would destroy us.
Why? I thought your true mates balanced that darkness. I thought we helped you keep control. I know you all have been through hell. I know you have this insane need to protect us, but you have us back. The physical touch is there and the mental bond is strong. Why are you not in control? Sallys voice broke the silence. She was desperate for an answer, and hopefully one that she could fix. Costin, being so distant and yet possessive beyond reason, was beginning to scare her. The others turned to watch them and Costin tensed at all the attention. His head bowed as he broke eye contact with her and Sally felt shame running off of him like a turbulent rain storm, hell bent on wearing away his resolve as rain from the storm would wear away earth and rock.
They wont let us be what they need. Rachels voice broke the pin dropping silence. Sallys head snapped around to the other healer.
What do you mean? Sally asked.
Gavril stepped up beside his mate and placed a hand on her face gently pulling her to look at him.
I feel the element of surprise is much more satisfying when plotting the demise of ones sibling, dont you? Lorelles eyes filled with a hatred that Mona fully understood, though she didnt know one of the Fae was capable of such loathing.
Thurlok is still at the bridge, though he is cowering under it in hopes that you will not find out what he has done.
Mona turned and glared out of the window into the poor, tiny village tucked away in the mountains, untouched by progress or time. She had been surprised when Lorelle had asked her to meet in such a place, because it was not a setting that most Fae would choose to spend time, owing to their disdain for anything quaint and opulence free. Had she any semblance of caring she might have thought the village charming, but as it were she could care less if it burned to the ground.
Mona turned back to Lorelle, You have tracked them?
Yes, she keeps us informed of their progress. She believes that we all have truly seen the error of our ways and are fully on board with the Great Lunas plans.
Monas skin crawled at the mention of the deity who created her foe.
Where are they? She snapped.
They are making their way back to the Romanian stronghold. They are moving quickly through the forest and it seems that Peri is able to influence the plants and animals to aid them. They are drawn to the light she and the healers represent. Lorelle explained.
Monas eyes narrowed as the she bared her teeth. Well, we will just have to remedy that, wont we?
Though Lorelle had allowed her selfish desires and quest for her own power to twist her intentions into something evil, she still shuttered under the feral violence that surrounded Desdemona. It enveloped her completely, leaving no space for compassion, sympathy, or regret. Even now, something in Lorelle still opposed the idea of hurting her sister. But, she could see that Mona would gladly tear the wolves, limb from limb, reveling in their screams of agony, and then casually eat a meal afterwards without a second thought to the lives she'd just destroyed.
If she were honest with herself, she would admit that she didnt want her hate of Peri to twist her that far, but somehow honesty just wasnt her strong suit.
Chapter 11
I watch her sleeping. I cant tear my eyes from her for even a second, for if I do I will see her battered, broken body. Shes so worried about me. I try to put on the smile she needs, but I know she sees through me. My desperation to touch her, taste her,and smell her are complete giveaways to what is really going on inside of me. I can feel it from the other males, even Vasile. The effects of the In-Between run much deeper than we could have ever imagined. Though we are free from the physical prison, I fear that it could still be what destroys us. ~ Costin
Sally stood breathless from the brisk pace that Peri insisted they keep. They had been pushing through the forest for two days and still the males teetered on the edge of violence. The once unified wolves that had trusted each other were leery and edgy around one another. Their eyes darted, constantly waiting for the danger they seemed so sure would come. The males wouldnt let their mates more than a foot from their sides, Costin included. Sally would have laughed at their ridiculous possessiveness, but the fear in their eyes crushed any humor.
Costin walked up to her. He was not out of breath she noticed, irritably. His hand reached up and brushed away hair that had escaped from her pony tail while they were running. His touch was tentative and gentle and she hated that he, who had once been so confident and bold in his pursuit of her, was now hesitant to touch herhis mate.
Not for the reasons you think, he told her as he held her eyes.
Then why?
She could feel his need to protect her and, though she appreciated it, in that moment it enraged her. She knew that she was his and he felt an unwavering, all powerful need to protect her, but he was hers too, dammit. How could she protect him, even from himself, if he didnt let her in?
You feel the tension, especially because you are a healer. The darkness that we all have kept at bay, the control we have kept on our wolves, is all but gone. We are fighting what we have always feared would destroy us.
Why? I thought your true mates balanced that darkness. I thought we helped you keep control. I know you all have been through hell. I know you have this insane need to protect us, but you have us back. The physical touch is there and the mental bond is strong. Why are you not in control? Sallys voice broke the silence. She was desperate for an answer, and hopefully one that she could fix. Costin, being so distant and yet possessive beyond reason, was beginning to scare her. The others turned to watch them and Costin tensed at all the attention. His head bowed as he broke eye contact with her and Sally felt shame running off of him like a turbulent rain storm, hell bent on wearing away his resolve as rain from the storm would wear away earth and rock.
They wont let us be what they need. Rachels voice broke the pin dropping silence. Sallys head snapped around to the other healer.
What do you mean? Sally asked.
Gavril stepped up beside his mate and placed a hand on her face gently pulling her to look at him.
