But I wasn’t fooled by all the beauty. The night mares were dual natured, and I’d seen the skeletal, blood-curdling form they’d had before. They were capable of killing—as testified by the predator feeling they inspired in my gut compared to the prey feeling horses usually gave me.
Chrysanthe gravely bowed to the horses—the night mares. “Eclipse, Solstice. Thank you for your help today in transporting Chase’s Alpha and packmate.”
The smaller one nickered—which sounded scarily like a gleeful chortle—and circled around Greyson and me, sniffing us.
The larger one pressed his muzzle against Chrysanthe’s forehead, then meandered over to us as well.
“You’ll need to get on Solstice,” Chrysanthe explained as she shimmied her way onto the smaller night mare. “It’ll make the crossing easier. Lord Linus will drive your car.”
I squinted up at the giant night mare. “No saddle?” I asked.
“We could get one if you needed it,” Chrysanthe said. “But it’ll be a short ride. If you’re concerned about horse hair I could get a blanket for you…”
“Nah. It’s fine. I’ll manage!” I set my hands on Solstice’s warm shoulder. “Sorry,” I said. “I might accidentally knee you on the way up.”
Solstice twisted his head so he could sniff me, and snorted his warm breath into my face—which was weirdly calming.
I patted him, then set my hands on his back and pushed up, wriggling my way up.
I had pretty decent upper body strength and core strength from all the tree climbing—everything was easier with core strength, as much as it pained me to say because ab exercises were so painful and time consuming—but the problem was trying to kick my legs up and over his rump so I could haul myself up.
“Allow me,” Greyson said in a voice that sounded way too helpful to actually be good for me.
“Wait—woah!” I squealed a little when Greyson wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me up onto Solstice’s back.
I almost lurched over his other side, but I grabbed fistfuls of his short mane and stabilized myself. “Thanks.” I peered over Solstice’s side and glared down at Greyson. “That was really helpful,” I said through gritted teeth.
Greyson wore his stoic Alpha look. “I’m sure.”
I rolled my eyes as he casually jumped and boosted himself onto Solstice’s back. It would have been a show of his werewolf strength if he hadn’t half landed on me—almost flattening me into the crest of Solstice’s neck.
I elbowed him in the gut, but I’m pretty sure it hurt me more than him since he had abs of steel—freakin’ werewolf.
Greyson retaliated by pulling me with him when he scooted back so I wasn’t perched on top of Solstice’s shoulders and patting my stomach—an area usually targeted by wolves when they attacked—before letting go.
Chrysanthe wove her hands through her night mare’s—Eclipse’s—mane. “Are all packmates close like the two of you?”
“Yes,” Greyson said before I could respond. “Werewolves are very affectionate. Physical closeness is important to us.” He scooped his arms around me and physically rammed me against his chest in what looked like a back hug, but I knew from experience could very easily be switched into a choke hold.
Overbearing canine!
“I see…” Chrysanthe bit her lip and glanced nervously at the mansion—obviously pondering Chase and his conduct.
“Chase is unusually…controlled for a werewolf.” I tried to struggle my way out of Greyson’s grasp, but his arms didn’t budge, even when I pinched his underarm where Chrysanthe couldn’t see. “He’s not as demonstrative—particularly when he’s working.”
Chrysanthe’s expression smoothed over and her shoulders relaxed. “That seems accurate.”
“Yes, yes. Now that your fears have been soothed, shall we be off?” Lord Linus poked his head out the car window and peered up at us.
“My apologies, of course.” Chrysanthe set her hand on Eclipse’s shoulder.
The night mare trotted over to our car and circled around it so she stood on the driveway in front of it.
Magic hummed in the air—it was an alien kind of magic that was cool like the night and soft like moonlight, but I could tell it came from the night mares.
With the grinding of stone on stone, an archway made of rock grew out of the ground, forming a perfect arch before a twisted metal gate grew in front of it.
The gate soundlessly swung open, revealing a foggy black swirl of nothingness.
Despite myself, I grabbed Greyson’s hands—which were still secured around my waist—and squeezed.
I thought he’d say something mocking as Chrysanthe and Eclipse disappeared through the misty door—which widened to allow Lord Linus to start inching our car through.
Surprisingly, Greyson glossed over my moment of weakness. “I was thinking we should try to picture the park outside Timber Ridge,” he said. “It has enough landmarks that it should be easier for the night mares to locate.”
“We could try the Pack lodge.” I gulped as the car disappeared entirely through the portal.
“I suspect the landmarks of Timber Ridge and the playground equipment are more easily traceable than the forest. The trees around the lodge are unique to us wolves, but I don’t think the night mares use scent like we do,” Greyson said.
“Good point.” I leaned back into Greyson’s chest as Solstice placidly trudged his way up to the portal. “The park it is, then.”
I stiffened when we passed through the portal.
The world turned into shades of blues and purples, and I saw a faint glitter that made me think of stars. It was a dizzying shift, but it wasn’t too far off from how I felt when I climbed a touch too high in a tree and happened to look down when I was contemplating jumping.
It made my stomach do a funny flip in my gut, but that was all.
Within a moment we were stepping out of the swirl.
It was night—the beautiful velveteen blue of midnight. A full moon hung in the sky, and the stars glittered more brightly than they did in the human realm and somehow seemed more…full.
The Night Realm itself was lush with greenery. There was a hedge shaped like a teapot, bushes full of flowers that bloomed in the moonlight, and all of this pressed against the beautiful castle of the Night Court.
Impossibly huge windows that were multiple stories tall made up one side of the palace, overlooking the gardens and huge horse statues with stars and moons positioned on their backs and fountains that gushed with crystalline water, and glass lanterns that had to be the size of a human hung from the peaks of the castle, marking immense archways and gorgeous fae architecture.
It glittered with fae magic and was simultaneously so beautiful it made my soul hurt, and so different that my mind reeled with the change.
“Woah.” I grabbed at Solstice’s neck as I tried to mentally adjust to the abrupt transition of day to night. Behind me, Greyson shifted, but he said nothing—apparently he was unmoved by the glory of the Night Court.
Eclipse picked her way around Greyson’s car, Chrysanthe still perched on her back. “Was the trip through the gate upsetting?” Chrysanthe asked.