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Even when Bastain had made us fight in second year, pushing us for hours, desperate to see who would come out on top.. we’d never been able to best each other. Even on the day when I challenged Jiselle and he’d been pissed. Some said that was the most intense they had seen us fight. But today was going to pass that by a mile.
Until now
Maximus slammed his head into mine and I reeled, staggering, then rushed him again. We collided mid-air. His wolf was emerging but he didn’t shift fully. We hit the ground hard, snow flying, claws tearing, fangs snapping. It was then that I realized our wolves were front and center, but we were still in human form.
The crowd gasped as we fought like gods fallen from grace.
I tackled him, pinned him, but he twisted free.
He lunged. I dodged. He struck again. I met him head-on.
Flesh tore. Blood spilled. But I didn’t stop
Not until I had him under me, my hand wrapped around his throat, pressing down.
“Say it.” I growled. “Say you regret it.”
His eyes flared with panic. He clawed at my arms, struggling.
“Say it!”
He gasped. His hands weakened.
I though I had tuned out every external sound and shout, yet one familiar voice cut through me.
“Please!” Eva’s voice cracked through the air like lightning.
I froze
She was crying.
Eva Laker, the ice queen, was crying. I didn’t know her well. In fact, I didn’t know her at all. But I was always watching Jiselle, so she had happened to be in my view a few times too.
She didn’t seem like the one to show emotion, let alone cry.
“Please don’t kill him, she sobbed “Please, Nathaniel. He’s my brother”
My grip loosened.
My rage didn’t vanish-it burned brighter-but it refocused. Shifted.
I thought of Jiselle. Of her smile. Her tears. Her pain. e very close. If I hurt her, I hurt
She wouldn’t want me to kill him, no matter what he’d done. And she and this Eva girl were very Jiselle
With a growl of disgust, I slammed my fist into Maximus’s temple, and his body went limp. Unconscious.
But alive
I stood, heaving, covered in blood and snow and fury. The crowd was silent.
Bastain stepped forward, his face pale.
He looked between me and Maximus’s crumpled form, then at Eva, who had collapsed to her knees, sobbing “What’s the meaning of this?” Hadelyn barked, storming toward us.
“Explain yourself? Bastain snapped, directing it at me now.
I said nothing.
I didn’t have to
Everyone had seen.
Everyone knew.
The silence was broken only by the soft sound of Jiselle’s ragged breathing-somewhere behind me, I heard it. Ethan was cradling her, looking like he’d lost everything.
I rushed towards them I was so caught up in my rage that I didn’t even stop to check if Jiselle was okay. She was right here all along and all I saw was red. All I saw was Maximus
“How is she?” I asked Ethan, who didn’t even seem phased by the blood
“Not good” he mumbled “We need to get her to the infirmary”
“Like that will help My jaw ticked, and Ethan’s eyes snapped from Jiselle then, briefly glancing at me in confusion. But sweeping over me again, before dancing back at the before he could question it, Bastain stepped forward again, eyes s unconscious bastard whose brothers were now hauling him away.
“All these years,” Bastain said slowly, like he couldn’t quite believe it. “All these years, and neither of you could best the other. Not once.”
He looked at me then, truly looked, then at Jiselle, and back at me.
And the understanding in his gaze made my stomach clench
“You’re mates”
It wasn’t a question.
A gasp rippled through the crowd. Even those who had suspected it now had confirmation. Hadelyn was as red as a tomato. I knew he suspected it too, but now he knew he couldn’t touch her. If I was able to take down Maximus Laker-my equal in strength and power, he didn’t stand a chance. And he knew it. But then it didn’t really matter if Hadelyn tried to kill Jiselle or not. Because this could very well kill her.
She had to fight. She had to live.
So everyone now knew. We were mates.
Fated
I didn’t know what to say.
Didn’t know how to breathe.
But I turned just in time to see Ethan’s face contort in confusion.
His eyes widened.
And then he shouted, loud enough to crack through the tension like a whip
“What!?”
*Jiselle’
Heat
That v was the first thing I felt.
A blistering, consuming heat that pulsed beneath my skin like molten lava, searing through every vein, licking at my bones, burning me from the inside out. My throat was dry, my lips cracked. My skin was drenched in sweat but still felt like it was on fire, like I was trapped inside a furnace with no way out. My fingers curled weakly at my sides, the sheet tangled around my limbs sticking to me like it was made of glue.
My heart pounded too fast.
Too loud.
Each beat made my head spin harder.
A scream tore from my lips, and I jerked upright-or tried to-but my body gave out halfway through the motion. Pain lanced down my spine, sharp and nauseating. My vision blurred and doubled before settling again. My wolf whimpered deep inside me, not just in pain, but in fear,
She was sick.
We were sick
Something was wrong. So terribly, unmistakably wrong.
I gasped for breath, like my lungs weren’t working properly. I could still feel phantom teeth sinking into my flesh, the ghost of Max’s mark replaying like a broken film reel in my mind. Again. Again. Again
He’d bitten me.
Not gently. Not willingly. Not out of love, maybe desperation.
But definitely out of power. Out of fear.
Out of control.
The sound of a chair scraping on the ground made me flinch, and there was a scent I recognized immediately. Ethan.
I blinked, forcing my eyes to focus through the haze of heat and dizziness. He was seated beside me, elbow propped on the arm of the chair, his fingers clasped tightly together like he’d been praying. Or trying not to fall apart.
His face was pale.
His eyes were dark.
And his jaw-his jaw was clenched so tightly I was afraid it might crack.
“E. Ethan?”
His head snapped up instantly. The tension in his shoulders eased a fraction as he exhaled sharply.
“You’re awake,” he said, voice low, like speaking too loudly might shatter me.
“-“I coughed, my chest rattling. “I feel…”
“Like shit?” His lips twitched, but there was no humor behind it.
I gave a pathetic nod, and he reached for the water on the table beside him, holding the cup steady as I sipped. My hands trembled so badly I couldn’t even grip it myself. Shame pooled in my stomach like lead.
“Where where are we?”
“Infirmary,” he muttered. “I brought you here after you collapsed in the courtyard and after the fight.”
The memory hit me like a blow to the chest.
The cold
The burn
The scream
The mark
Max
But fight? What fight?
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I pressed my palm to my chest and felt the phantom ache there again-like a bruise on my soul. I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream until the walls cracked and the moon fell out of the sky.
Ethan’s hand was on mine, gently prying it away.
I looked at him again-and that’s when I saw it.
The tightness around his eyes. The line between his brows. The hurt he was trying-and failing-to hide.
He was pissed. At me?
Why? Did he blame me for what Max did? No he wouldn’t. I knew my brother. If he was pissed at anyone it was Max
He didn’t speak for a long time. Just stared at me with those deep, dark eyes that had always been my twin’s-always been the mirror to my soul. And then, softly, carefully, he asked
“Is it true?”
My stomach turned. I didn’t know how I knew I didn’t know how it became evident to me right then that he was indeed angry with me, despite the fact that I was sick. He wasn’t just angry with me. He was… hurt.
I didn’t know how he knew. But I remembered seeing Nate right before I passed out. What the hell happened? Ethan mentioned a fight. Did Nate?
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