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• Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Shall We Talk?

  Ivone narrowed her eyes as the heavy door thudded shut behind Zina, the echo of it ringing through the stone walls like the last note of an unfinished song. Silence followed, a heavy, deliberate kind that wrapped around the room like a thick cloak. For a moment, she didn’t move. Her arms remained folded tightly across her chest, her posture stiff with tension, but her expression had faded into something unreadable. It was the kind of look that masked far more than it revealed. Then, slowly, she turned. Full-on, unflinching. And her eyes locked with his but Reyes was already watching her. He stood near the hearth, one hand resting on the mantle above the fire place, the other arm fixed on his hip, his stance was composed but alert. His dark eyes were fixed on her, not with hostility, but with the careful curiosity of a man who’d thought he understood the world only to discover a corner of it still held secrets. His stare didn’t just linger, it searched. Like a wolf scenting something

• Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Not Just A Guest

  With the swiftness of a person burned by hot metal, Zina unraveled her fingers from Ivone's hair and Ivone straightened immediately, pushing Zina's arm away with force before brushing her hair back into place with slow, deliberate dignity, her eyes fixed intently first on Zina before moving to Reyes. He stepped further into the room, his fury barely leashed beneath the surface, each movement precise and predatory.His voice was low, but it carried the weight of command, his gaze burning into Zina as he spoke, “What were you about to do?”Zina lowered her eyes, suddenly aware of how quiet the room had become. “I—I was just—”He cut her off with a narrowed look. “You were about to drag her out of my castle? After I personally allowed her in?”“You’re letting her stay?” she hissed and dared to take a step closer as he stood with an unsettling calm. “After everything she’s done, after how she’s humiliated me in front of the pack?”Reyes looked at her amazed, "Oh I'm sorry, was I supposed

• Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   On Enemy Ground

  Ivone stood at the edge of the balcony, hands resting on the cold stone rail, her eyes fixed on the jagged black spires of Nyxoria’s skyline. The wind pulled at her cloak, tugging strands of her hair loose from their braid, but she didn’t move. She hadn’t moved in hours. Behind her, the fire in the hearth had long since faded to embers. A tray of untouched food sat on the table, and fresh clothes—elegant but unfamiliar—lay folded neatly on the edge of the bed where a maid had left them earlier. She hadn’t changed, she hadn’t eaten, she hadn’t spoken to anyone since Reyes had dismissed her. The weight of her decision hung over her like a second skin, pressing into every breath. Then the door slammed open behind her with a bang loud enough to echo through the stone chamber. Ivone didn’t jump. She only closed her eyes and exhaled once through her nose, the weariness in her breath palpable. “I really do not want to deal with this,” she muttered. Zina stormed into the room like a fire w

• Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Letter And A Vial

  Jaxon burst through the door to Triston’s chambers, the force of his entrance startling the quiet stillness inside. The three men inside turned at once—Triston, pale and resting against the headboard; Xaren, stiff and tense by the window; and Revin, arms crossed near the hearth. Jaxon didn’t speak right away. His face which was usually composed and guarded was alight with something that hovered between disbelief and alarm. He moved to the bedside in long, urgent strides, still clutching the letter and the glass vial in one hand. “He was Nyxorian,” Jaxon said, voice low and tight. “No name, no insignia. But the seal on this—” he held up the letter, “—was real. And the handwriting... it’s hers.” Triston’s heart skipped. He tried to sit up straighter, pain flaring beneath his ribs. “Hers?” “Ivone,” Jaxon confirmed. “He said she gave him this letter—and this.” He raised the vial, the amber liquid inside catching the sunlight like molten gold. “She claims it’s the antidote.” Immediatel

• Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   She's Gone

  A heavy hush blanketed Triston’s chambers, the golden afternoon sun streaming through the windows doing little to chase away the cold that clung to the room. Triston lay propped up by pillows, still pale, though color had begun to return to his face. At his bedside, a low fire crackled in the hearth, and three men stood in uneasy silence—each with his own storm brewing behind his eyes. Xaren paced near the foot of the bed, arms crossed, eyes dark with unease. Revin leaned against the far wall, frowning as he absently tapped his fingers against the hilt of his blade. Jaxon, seated closest to Triston, was silent but watchful, his brow furrowed with concern. It was Xaren who broke the silence. “She’s been gone a whole day,” he said, his voice tight. “Not a word. Not a single sign. The guards on the eastern watch said the gates were opened sometime before dawn yesterday—and she’s not in the city.” “She left,” Revin added grimly. “On horseback, alone. Slipped past everyone.” Triston’s

• Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden   Trust And Conditions

  Dathan laughed behind him, the sound a dry scrape like bone on stone. Reyes stopped a few paces from her, eyes glittering. “Tell me, Ivone—how long do you think he has left?” She didn’t answer. Not yet. But her fists were clenched at her sides, her fury coiled tight. And Reyes, savoring every second, was only just beginning to twist the knife. He chuckled and walked back to the throne, settling down on it in the same posture as he had been earlier. A breathless hush fell over the throne room and in one fluid motion, Ivone reached into the folds of her cloak and drew a slim, silver blade—its edge glinting cold beneath the torchlight. Gasps rippled from the deltas lining the distant walls, but no one moved. Not even Reyes. Not when she turned the blade and pressed it firmly against the delicate hollow of her throat. The tension in the room snapped taut. Reyes fidgeted, unthinking, his hand twitching at his side—not toward a weapon, but toward her. A sharp flicker of alarm sparked in