Book Two takes us on quite a different ride. Two years on from Gifted, Pearl and Sylar are asked to help The Kings Moon Pack. The oldest of all the Packs. Hidden In the heart of Kingshead, Montana, they live by the old traditions. But what happ...
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I felt grubby, wearing the same clothes I'd left my pack lands in. My hair was dirty, and I was sure something was growing in my socks.
Sighing, I rubbed at my wrists; the chord around each one was cutting deeper each day. The symbols woven into the material worked some kind of dark magic. Slumping back down on the makeshift bed, I stared up at the moonless sky, unsure how many days had passed since I'd been taken.
Even worse than being kidnapped, I couldn't feel Cassius, my brother, although I knew he would be out of his mind with worry.
Why had I been so stupid?
I knew why—Impatience.
I'd wanted to meet Sylar... my mate. Our connection through the dream-scape world had become stronger with each passing moon. And the pull I felt towards him clouded my mind to the reality of what I might become when I turned twenty-one and my powers returned.
I'd been selfish, and now I lay here imprisoned by her. And each day my strength waned because of her and the curse of these stupid wrist bindings.
The her I referred to - my sister. My twin sister, supposedly dead. Ember.
Muttering curses, I shifted to my side, attempting to get comfortable. If I was to escape this place, it would require strength and although I hoped Sylar had sensed my anguish and was trying to find me. Although I was losing faith with each passing night.
Sleep eluded me as my stomach grumbled. Sitting up, I reached for the stale bread my twin had left me. I guess I should be grateful she had left me something to eat as I hadn't seen her for almost a day.
Had something happened to her?
I didn't have to wait long for an answer as the door opened bringing a chill and my sister.
"Ah, I see you 're still awake," she said jovially.
My mouth dropped open. Ember's eyes were wide and wild, her hair matted, and blood stained her dress. Quickly standing on instinct, I moved toward her - only for the chords on my wrists to burn, halting my steps as I hissed in pain.
Ember watched with delight. "I'd be careful if I were you, sweet sister." Her tone mocking. "Wouldn't want to lose those pretty hands of yours."
Looking down at my blistering wrists. I clenched my jaw. "What happened? Why are you covered in blood?"
She shrugged a bag from her shoulder. "Ah, yes, dismembering bodies will do that. Blood gets everywhere—it's ruined my dress." She watched me; a sinister smile teased her lips.
"Who does all the blood belong to Ember?"
"Not to worry, sweet sister. No one you know." She wagged her finger, smirking. "I took a brief trip to the Blue-Night pack."
