From Frost to Flame by Viola Vines

Author:Viola Vines [Vines, Viola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Viola Vines
Published: 2023-10-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Silas

Once they were all rested, they followed the compass through the sparse, spindly, skeletal trees toward the center of the island. What lay ahead was cloaked in mystery thanks to the dense fog that hung between the crooked tree trunks. Paired with the oppressive dark of the night, it obscured anything more than a few feet in front of them. They stayed close together, not wanting to stumble onto danger or lose one another in the fog. Lex and Silas were in the back due to Lex’s slow pace. Gray clouds above emitted a constant drizzle that soaked them all to the bone.

Despite the dreary journey, Silas's heart was lighter as they crossed the flat terrain of slick sand. Lex had come back to him, for now, and that was all that mattered.

After the intimacy they shared, his werewolf instincts flared to the point of fixation and all he wanted was to take care of Lex. The rest of the world was muffled as his ears locked onto his fragile mate. Every third breath Lex took was shallower than the rest, his voice strained at the end of every sentence, and his eyes could barely stay open. More than once, Lex walked ahead with his eyes closed as if asleep. Silas grabbed the hood of Lex’s cloak and tugged it up over his head.

“Hey!” he said with a small laugh. “I don’t like wearing hoods, they make me feel too closed in.”

Silas held the hood in place as a gust of salty wind nearly blew it off. “Your hair is drenched and you’re shivering.”

“Fine, fine.” Lex sneezed into the crook of his arm and wiped his eyes. “I’ll leave it, but only because your puppy eyes are breaking my heart.”

Silas smiled to himself. Over the centuries, Silas was called many things. Terrifying. Cold. A killer. But from the night they met, Lex called him cute and compared him to a puppy. Being seen as soft by his mate warmed his heart. He draped an arm around Lex and placed a light kiss on the top of his wet hood. “Thank you for humoring me.”

“Of course.” He leaned into Silas's side to avoid a large puddle in the sand. “It’s so cold and soggy here, I almost miss the muggy garden.”

“You were going to tell us where we are, Lex,” Castor reminded from the front of the group.

“Oh, right.” He brightened. “I’m pretty certain we’re on the Island of Mist and Memories. It’s a mythical place that functions as a punishment for sailors who dare challenge the seas during the stormy season. They wash up on these damp shores and are forced to face demons of their past. I thought it was a sailor’s tale to impress locals, but I guess it’s real.”

“I sailed the world almost my entire human life,” Julian said, wiping rain off his face. “If this island was easy to get to, I would’ve found it. We’re definitely somewhere hidden in the sea.”

“Like the garden,” Lex agreed, shaking sand off the edges of his cloak.

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