The Snow Owl
The Alder Tales #4
Based on The Snow Queen
*A Paranormal Romance reimagining of The Snow Queen*
Audra Mercer is planning to destroy the world. Well, maybe just the realm. It’s taken almost fifteen years for her to rise from the ashes of trauma and place herself at the top of the Aero branch, the prime position to enact her plan to bring the branch hierarchy crashing down. She’ll spare no one and stop at nothing to secure her vengeance.
As Mercer’s third in command, Blossom is drowning in secrets. She’s lying to her boss, her friends, her allies, her lovers. She’s playing both sides and hoping to have both her life and her happiness by the end. But one misstep will mean showing her colors before she loses everything.
Following in the footsteps of Gemini’s kidnappers, Raene assumes a Terra identity and allows herself to be taken across the Alderwood. Parson secretly follows, but if he can’t keep up, they’ll lose both Raene and all hope of finding Gemini.
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With a single graceful flap of her massive wings, owl-Audra leaped off the railing of her office window and sailed into the dark winter sky. Her eyes were big, golden things, and even from this height, she could spot a dozen animal tracks in the snow.
Only a few weeks until winter hit in full, when the snows would spread south to the capital and, in some years, beyond. In that way, she was like the snow. She would never be satisfied with less than the whole world.
For now, she settled for a white ermine that was too slow to reach its burrow. One moment it was a slender, wiggling ferret-like creature, and the next it was strips of warm flesh and rivulets of delicious blood pouring over her talons. Her favorite. Always her favorite.
When she returned to the beacon of light high atop the tower that was her office-apartment, she descended with precision, flapping her wings at just the right moment to transition and fall, half-owl and half-human, into the narrow open window, sliding on the tilted glass pane until her feet hit the floor with barely a sound.
In her earliest years after transformation, Audra often made the mistake of adjusting her suit after transition. The shift from bird to mammal always made her skin crawl and her clothes feel as if they didn’t sit quite right. But she knew the feeling would fade in a few moments. To give in to the temptation to touch them would only smear blood across the opalescent fabric. Audra Mercer was nothing if not meticulous.
Her first stop was the sink behind a hidden panel in her office, one that slid away with nothing more than the bump of an elbow. Audra scrubbed her hands clean in the ice-cold water, perfectly clear runoff from the mountains. The water robbed her hands of warmth and most of their feeling, but still she scrubbed, savoring the pinpricks of pain that gave way to numbness.
She bit back a sigh at the blood washing down the drain, fighting back the urge to slip her fingers into her mouth and lick away every last drop of blood. And why shouldn’t she? She’d earned it.
Because I’m not a barbarian, she reminded herself.