THE AWAKENING

Tieran remained silent for a long moment but she could feel the tension in the air between them as they lay sprawled naked and spent. He turned slowly to regard her, his expression resigned, and perhaps a bit angry, as he gave her the answer she feared the most.

“The Prophecy has been set in motion.”

Tears pricked Cassandra’s eyes and her hand strayed to her flat belly. She swallowed as the import of his statement hit her hard.

“Am I pregnant?” she whispered. “How can you possibly know? It’s too soon, isn’t it?”

“The point of a Phase is to create new life. It is almost certain that I’ve put a pup in your belly.”

Tieran rose on shaky limbs to grab his shirt and jerk it on. She trembled as she wavered on full-blown hysteria. She wasn’t ready to be a mother, much less the mother of some Prophesied child!

“Tieran…” she pleaded, not knowing what she was asking exactly but he heard the fear and uncertainty in her voice. He softened, albeit minutely, and his eyes returned to their striking shade of blue. “Tieran…I’m not ready for any of this…”

He buttoned his jeans slowly, almost methodically before meeting her gaze. “That makes two of us. But we weren’t given a choice. I will send someone to help you bathe. I will bring food soon.”

“I’m not hungry,” she lied, fighting tears. “Just leave me alone. I need time to figure things out.”

“You will need food. The Phase raises your metabolism. And if you are carrying my child…you will eat, whether you want to or not. There are other things to consider now that the Prophecy has begun.”

she shouted, her voice shaking as she struggled

nothing to hide from

I want to go back to college. I want to forget that I ever met any of you people! I had a life. I had goals and dreams. I wasn’t some

he advanced, scooping her into the hard shelter of his

this?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he sneered softly. “You are not the only one being asked to sacrifice something. You may have stumbled onto your heritage but I’ve been shouldering the weight of this clan since I turned sixteen. It’s been ground into my head that I must sire the Prophesied child to save the world from the hands of Clan Barrachius! So hear me

a hard shake and then when she thought he might thrust her away from him as if she were diseased, he ground his

her abruptly, his breath coming in short rasps as he glared. He held her stare for a long moment then as he regained some semblance

breath hitched in her throat on a cry as he closed the door and as soon as he was gone, she fell back onto the bed with

curled into a fetal ball and cried for a good five minutes, soaking her pillow. When the tears finally stopped, she wiped her nose and rinsed her face, still confused and angry but one question rose to the surface with

woman in Tieran’s thoughts? Cassandra shifted with discomfort, embarrassed at her own inadvertent trespass. She hadn’t meant to pry. It wasn’t as if she had a handle on the things that she could do. Like she’d wanted to know that Tieran had been thinking of someone else

could be flippant and say, who cares? But deep down, she did care. She cared a lot — and she shouldn’t give two shakes of a beaver’s tail what that jerk fantasized about in the private theater of his head because he clearly only fucked her

man’s attention in her life and

a new life so

eyes welled again with more tears. She supposed she’d

Hell yes.

that’s what

to her adopted parents, but at that moment, she desperately wanted to feel her mother’s arms around her, clucking and cooing, smoothing her