Elmielos

"Hi, yes you aren't dreaming, it's the chubby Kelly," I say inwardly as I see the unhappy face expression of Jason who is disheartened. 

The guests laugh at us. They call our couple all sort of names. "The prince charming and the pancakes' eater Kelly" is one I can sadly remember."

"I, Jason Bentley of the South pack, reject you Kelly Thompson as my mate and the Luna Queen," he declared fiercely.

***
Kelly Thompson, an eighteen-year-old curvaceous and wolfless she-wolf, has been quietly admiring Jason Bentley, the heir apparent to the throne of the dominant South pack, for a number of years.

Unfortunately for Kelly, she doesn't get the same attention in return from Alpha heir Jason, as the handsome daughter of his old father's Gammas, Betty Nord, is already the love of the pack's future Alpha. But, the plump Kelly has an advantage over the skinny Betty because of a strong vow made by Jason's father, the Alpha King Don Bentley, that his son will marry the daughter of his Betas who gave their lives two years ago in a fight against the North pack's fiercest adversaries in order to preserve the life of the Alpha heir.

But clearly, nothing goes as smoothly as Kelly imagines.

The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen

The Obsidian Crown is a storm made manifest. 


Its peak vanishes into a vortex of black clouds, lightning arcing between jagged spires of volcanic glass. The ground beneath us is a mosaic of gold and ash, the air thick with the scent of ozone and burnt metal. Lumi walks ahead, her silver scars glowing faintly, her steps leaving faint imprints in the molten gold that veins the earth. Jara follows, her glass shard now fused with a shard of the Sanguine Heart’s crystal, its edge humming with unstable energy. 


The vial at my neck is silent, Veyd’s golden dust spent. But the shadow within me stirs, restless and ravenous. *This is the last mountain,* it whispers. *The end of the Veil.* 


Lumi pauses, her hand brushing a spire. The glass hums, resonating with her scars. **“It’s… singing,”** she says, her voice trembling. 


**“Yeah, and I’m sure it’s a lovely tune,”** Jara mutters, scanning the horizon. **“Let’s not stick around for the encore.”** 


The Obsidian crown