The Beast And The Blessed

Forty-Four: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The castle was oddly empty, even for the middle of the week. I felt like there were eyes on me everywhere I went, but then I would turn, and the room or hallways would be empty beyond my new collection of guards.

I had asked for one extra. Tobias had responded with two.

There was no arguing with a man who refused to talk back. He won almost everytime.

The pack was steering clear of the possibly infectious Lycans that were chained up and sedated in the infirmary. I hadn't even seen Charlie around since the incident, but I knew she wasn't far. Every so often, I would see one of her wild men either in the castle or on the training field.

So far, no one else had shown any signs of the curse or disease, but it was wise of our people to steer clear of the area for the time being.

What wasn't wise was that I kept trying to get closer to them. I would make it to the end of the hallway and would stare down the long corridor. The desire to check on them and support them through their healing was masked by the fear that settled its way into my bones after the first visit.

What if there weren't enough people to hold them down, and they managed to get out of the reinforced chains? Surely, the healers were keeping them sedated still, but we still had no idea what magic was at play.

had been rumored to be on the verge of a breakdown while she tried to dissect the curse and magic used. She hadn't been eating

of bed and calm the panic Joselin had started when she manifested in the infirmary at one in the morning. From what Killian told me when he returned

forced its way free as I pictured Joselin terrifying

was good to see him that way. After he let me explore his Lycan, he shut down. He tried to

me while we slept, and said goodbye in the morning with a heart-stopping, toe-curling kiss. But the look in his eyes was distant. He was distracted and had the right to

just didn't know

didn't seem to want to tell me what I did wrong, the least I could do was try to help him and take

her up Tobias would shift his weight. He seemed to be just as worried about her as I was. Killian just seemed annoyed by her antics. If going to see her would ease some of Killian's frustrations and put Tobias at ease so he could

see the pale-haired woman. I bit back a smile as I thought about how cute it was that he was openly showing his emotions for her, even if he wasn't ready to give in to her

was cold and uninviting, but it was the black door covered in hand-drawn white and crimson

if I should knock or just enter. It was her tower, but she had also been a bit preoccupied, and I was almost positive that

I followed behind him, shivering as the air thickened in the doorway. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the several inches of what I assumed were magic was not enjoyable. I had no clue what I had just walked through, but my guards didn't seem

catch their attention was the high-pitched scream of frustration followed by the sound of ceramic shattering against

entrance of her tower. The area was cold and bland. My finger ran along the thin layer of dust covering a console table against the wall. The surface was bare of belongings as she probably rarely ever used the door or

an irritated groan echoed down

made me slow as I pushed open the cracked door after going up one flight of stairs. The black, round table in the center of the room was filled with dancing shadows