The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 1005

I hold my breath as I watch my cousin cross the newly formed bond in his soul, watch him hold the Goddess fire to the side as he wraps his arm around his little mate, holding her close to his chest, pressing a kiss to her hair. She cries into his chest for a moment, her hands wrapped tight in the fabric of his shirt.

But then he murmurs something soft to her, and she nods, and he smiles at her. And then they get to work.

I watch, my fists tight beneath my chin as Jesse begins to work with the fire, careful not to touch the oil himself. His wolf races across the bond next, eager to help. To my surprise my wolf goes with him, snatching some of the fire out of Jesse's hand and holding it between her teeth, carefully working to spread it around Midnight's soul and get rid of all the oil splashed everywhere.

Tentatively I put a foot out on the bond, wondering if I, too, can use it as a bridge. Both Jesse and Midnight turn their heads when they feel me there. But then Midnight smiles and waves to me and I cross as well, laughing a little at the wonder of it of being welcomed into someone's soul.

But it's not so odd, really, when I think about it. Midnight - she's my cousin now, or close enough. I'm so pleased and honored that she trusts me here. I, too, take a moment to press a kiss to Midnight's hair.

then I get

hours to burn away the oil of her soul. Jesse, I, and our wolves work in tandem to first clear a circle around Midnight's wolf so that we can stand close. And then I lean over the pit, careful not to touch the corruption, and slowly begin to stroke the flames over Midnight's wolf's sweet fur. The wolf gives pitiful little whines of joy as I dust away the dried oil from her whiskers and her ears, as Jesse vanishes enough of the oil that her

to haul Midnight's emaciated little wolf out of the pit. Her spindly legs work hard to help, to push her free. But she's just so...weak. She's been in that pit for long enough that I'm not sure her muscles ever fully developed, let alone enough to run and jump

little wolf collapses, her tongue happily panting, on the clean soil of Midnight's

We all wipe gur cheeks and continue working - me clearing what's left of the oil from Midnight's

it's

arms around the neck of her little creamy wolf, whose tufted ears are black and grey at the tips. I smile when I see that she has little grey socks on each of her legs, leading down to black

leaning against