by Kailin Gow
“I’m sorry it couldn’t be Kevin,” he whispered. “But would I be such a bad choice? A werewolf beside you would be strong, Briony. You want to know why I was so eager to get into Palisor? Because I knew it offered us strength. We are as strongly connected to it as the hugtandalfer are. That bauble you’re wearing contains our essence as much as theirs. So perhaps this is what Palisor needs. A union of hugtandalfer and werewolf.”
“But…”
“But you do not love me?” Josh shook his head. “I’m sorry, Briony, but royal marriages have never worked like that. I know you would rather it were almost anyone else, but I wouldn’t be such a bad husband, would I? And what’s the alternative? Your people want this. Your advisors want this. Even the power of our ancestors seems to want this. I don’t think it’s something we can fight.”
He kissed her then, and it was a good kiss. Soft, almost gentle, but with enough strength behind it that Briony didn’t break away immediately. When she did, she looked over to Aunt Sophie, hoping for help. Her great aunt just looked down at her feet. What was she going to do? She loved Kevin. She knew she loved Kevin. Yet now… now it looked like she might end up marrying Josh.
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Kevin led the fight against Pietre and his remaining vampires, while the werewolves followed his lead. Carol was beside him, finishing off each vampire Kevin attacked, acting like his right hand person. She appeared happy just being besides him, but Kevin fought on without acknowledging her as much.
He was still angry and frustrated about not being able to cross into Palisor with Briony. He knew Briony loved him, now he knew for certain that she did.
“Looks like Briony chose the better werewolf,” Pietre chided him from out of the trees.
“She’ll be back,” Kevin said.
“No she won’t,” Pietre said. “You won’t see her again for a long long time if you are willing to wait for her.”
“What do you mean?” Kevin asked, growing angrier by the minute. It was a ploy the vampire was using to get to his weakness…using his feelings for Briony against him.
“The gate won’t appear again for a long time, fool,” the vampire said. “Now that there is no reason for it to appear, perhaps not in your lifetime. Palisor has its rightful ruler now so there is no need for the gates to open again in Wicked.”
At that Kevin’s heart fell a little.
“Shut up!” Maisy cried at Pietre. She wasn’t happy hearing how she won’t be able to see Briony again, too. She rushed at Pietre with a stake in her hand, and Pietre easily caught her. Pietre opened his mouth and was about to bite into Maisy’s neck, when Kevin rushed the vampire into a tree.
“Let’s finish these vampires!” Carol cried, feeling empowered to take over the pack now that Josh wasn’t there. In a matter of minutes, the wolves around them finished off the few vampires in Pietre’s group. When Carol, Kevin, and the rest of the pack faced Pietre, Pietre was already gone, along with his shadows.
Maisy and Steve shouted up a cheer, and the wolves followed. The only person who did not look too happy was Kevin. The wolves have won this battle against the vampires for the first time since the death of Briony’s parents, Josh and Carol’s parents, and Jake and Fallon’s turning. He should be happy, but he was miserable.
While the pack was rejoicing, Kevin reached into his pocket to pull out the note Briony gave him and sat under a tree relishing it. He felt like he was intruding on a private conversation between Briony and her mother, but Briony wanted him to have her note from her mother. He knew that stood for something, right?
He opened the note and read through it once and then he focused on the last sentence in the entire note. Briony had given him this note because of it, he was sure. He read it over and over again, trying to get a firm grasp on it.
“I love you with all my heart, and know that when you are reading this note, I would have already perished. It was my wish and your hugtandalfer father’s wish that one day you will restore strength and vitality to Palisor. You will become Queen one day as you are Waltham’s only blood child, and as Queen, you will reconcile the factions of Palisor with a union – one between you and a wolf.”
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Shifter
Fall 2012
From Bestselling Author Kailin Gow
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ONE
My name is Celestra Caine. I am seventeen years old, which makes me a senior at Richmond High. I never thought this would happen to me, but it has… I’m one of those people you see every day, go to school with, remember seeing at the supermarket or the mall, and then one day you don’t hear about them any longer. They’re gone, and eventually, you forget them.
Not that I’m easy to forget, as much as I might occasionally wish that I were. I’m tall, about five-seven, and I’m willowy. Built for running, my mom always says. Then there’s my hair. It’s a bright blonde that always attracts attention, from men and women. The women always want to know what I’ve done with it, and some of them won’t believe that it’s simply my natural hair color. The men… like I said, sometimes I wish I didn’t attract quite so much attention. Sometimes I think it might be better if I blended in a little more.
It’s not all bad, though. My boyfriend, Grayson, loves my hair. He loves touching it, and I love it when he’s that close to me. I love it when he gives me that look he has that says, not just that he loves me, but that he always will. That I’m the only girl for him. It’s worth standing out a little for a look like that from a guy like Grayson.
I first met him running track- he’s the captain of the school team, so it’s probably appropriate that I’m at practice with him on the day it starts. Then again, I’m at practice with him most days, so maybe it was always going to work out like that. We finish up, and Grayson invites me back to his place for dinner, but I can’t. I have to be home, so I tell him that I’ll see him tomorrow and get going.
It doesn’t take me long to make my way home, since it’s not that far from the school. The house is nice enough, in a neighborhood where there’s no trouble, and there are plenty of families around. Dad’s car is in the drive, so I guess he must have gotten back early from his work as a biochemical engineer. Mom will be there too by now. She teaches kindergarten, and she’s always home before me. Even as I walk through the front door, I can picture her in the kitchen, working away at dinner, maybe yelling at my brother, Bailey, not to spend too much time online before he’s done his homework. It’s just how things are in our house.
Except today, something is different. I know that from the moment I set foot through the door. I can’t put my finger on it for a second or two, but then I realize what it is. The house is quiet.
“Mom? Dad? Hello?” I call it out, moving through into the living room, then the kitchen. There’s no sign of either of them. They aren’t there when I check the rest of the rooms on the ground floor, either, which is weird. By 6 pm, at least one of them is always there.
Still, maybe it’s nothing. Maybe the sinking feeling I have in the pit of my stomach is just an overactive imagination playing tricks on me. For all that I still can’t help feeling that there’s something wrong, it’s not like the place has been trashed, or anything. It’s not like anything has obviously been stolen, or is out of place. The opposite, if anything. The whole ground floor is neat, tidy.
Maybe Mom and Dad have just gone next door for a moment. I latch onto that thought, heading upstairs. Bailey will know. He might not pay much attention to things that don’t involve computers, but Mom and Dad will at least have told him where they were going.
“Bailey?” I
knock on the door to his room, but there’s no answer. Telling myself that he probably has headphones on while he’s playing one of those online games of his, I invoke big sister’s prerogative and open the door anyway.
Bailey isn’t there either. And his room’s neat. Too neat. Bailey is, like little brothers everywhere, I guess, a one boy disaster zone. This looks like one of those occasions when Mom has finally gotten tired of telling him to clean his room and done it for him, which means that Bailey can’t have been back since.
In fact, the whole house has that feel. Like someone has scrubbed it from top to bottom, and no one has been in it to mess it up yet. That probably doesn’t sound like a big deal, but for me, it’s enough. Enough to send me hurrying around the house, looking for clues as to what might be happening. Because there’s something happening. I’m certain of it.
I go to search every room again, even though it doesn’t make sense. After all, Mom and Dad and Bailey aren’t about to leap out from behind the sofa, are they? There’s still no sign of them. More than that, beyond the car in the drive, there’s still no sign that any of them has even been home.
I check my messages. Maybe there’s an explanation there. There’s nothing. There’s nothing when I check my emails, either. Not even the usual stuff I’d get most days, which only makes me bite my lip harder with the worry of it. I don’t like this. I really don’t like this.
Should I call the cops? That thought springs into my head from nowhere. What would I tell them, though? That something doesn’t feel right in my house, and that it looks like a team of cleaners has been through the place? They’d laugh at me, or worse, accuse me of wasting their time.
I haven’t called my parents yet, so I try that next. I get out my cellphone and call the number for my father. It doesn’t even ring. Instead, I just get this message, saying “Error, number not recognized.”
The same thing happens when I call my mother, and when I try to connect to the number for the cellphone Bailey has ‘for emergencies’. I’ve sometimes wondered what kind of emergencies a ten year old can have. I guess now I know. I’m breathing faster now, and I know I’m starting to panic. This kind of thing just doesn’t happen in D.C. Not that I know what “This kind of thing” is yet.
I punch in another obvious number. That of my Aunt Chrissie. She’s my mother’s sister, and my parents always say that if anything serious happens, and they aren’t around, I should ring her. I’m not sure what good it’s meant to do, ringing a woman we hardly ever see to come and ride in to save the day, but right now, I’m willing to try anything.
“Error. Number not…”
“Stupid thing!” I throw my phone and it bounces off the sofa, coming to rest on the carpet. I stand there seething with anger at it for a minute, my head spinning as I try to make some sense of all this. There has to be a logical explanation for all of it, right? People don’t just… disappear.
Only, I can’t think of an explanation that works. Unless I’m willing to believe that my parents and brother have all chosen to call in on one of the neighbors together right at the moment when a freak fault has developed in my phone, and what are the chances of that?
This is really starting to weird me out. So much so that I can barely breathe with it, while my stomach is tight with the apprehension running through it. Nothing good is happening. I’m certain of that now. I just wish I were as certain about what to do next. I need to calm down. To think.
Grayson. I latch onto thoughts of him like a life preserver. He’s always been my rock; always been there for me. Whenever I panic about not getting good enough grades to make the track scholarship to Georgetown, he’s the one who talks me through it and helps me study. When I’m down about my track times or just annoyed with my little brother, he’s the one who picks me up.
Even though this feels so much more serious than that, I snatch up my phone and speed dial his number. For once, I don’t get that stupid message, either. Now all I need is for Grayson to pick up.
Come on, Grayson, pick up.
He answers on the fifth ring, though given how fast my pulse is currently racing, it feels far longer.
“Hello?” he asks. “Celestra?”
I’m so happy to hear his voice in that moment that I can’t think of anything to say. There’s too much of it, and it all sounds so crazy. There’s the house, and the emptiness, and the stuff with my phone. For a couple of seconds, all I can do is stand there, listening to him on the other end of the phone like some kind of weird stalker.
“Celes, is that you? Are you all right?”
His use of that pet version of my name snaps me out of it. This is Grayson. I can tell him anything, even the strange stuff. He’ll find a way to make all this make sense, or at least a way to make me feel better about it. I open my mouth to explain. To simply say his name.
Before I can get the words out, my cellphone dies. Just dies, without an explanation. There’s no power, even though I’m sure I charged it up this morning. It won’t turn on, it won’t light up, and it certainly won’t let me say anything to the one person who might be able to help me. I stand there, just staring at it dumbly, for a second after a second.
The main house phone starts to ring in the kitchen. It’s an old thing my dad liked the look of and had rewired, even though we all have individual cellphones. The ring is harsh, cutting through the silence of the house in a way that only emphasizes it.
Has Grayson called me back on the house number, guessing what has happened to my phone? That must be it. I rush through to the kitchen, knowing that I have to talk to someone about this, or I’m going to burst. I snatch up the handset, cutting off that sharp ringing.
“Hello?”
“Celestra Caine?”
A man’s voice. It’s not Grayson. It’s not anyone I know. And yet, whoever he is, he obviously knows me. Coming here and now, I know the call has to have something to do with whatever is going on.
“Who is this?” I ask.
“Celestra Caine, you are about to fade.”
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Table of Contents
Sight
Copyright
DEDICATION
Pro
logue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
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