Novels by Royce Wrights

Pov: Julian. The room was dim, lit only by the soft hum of the lamp in the corner. Julian sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over, his elbows on his knees and his hands buried in his hair. Rowan lay asleep behind him, barely a year old, bundled in a thick blanket and clutching a worn-out plush wolf. The silence was heavy, almost unnatural.Julian hadn’t slept in two nights.Maybe more.His eyes were red and dry, his chest tight like something inside him refused to let go."You let them kill me."The voice came soft, like a whisper just behind his ear.Julian froze."No," he said under his breath, not looking up. "You're not here.""You watched them do it. Watched them strip me of everything I was."His breathing grew shallow. He closed his eyes, tightly. “Stop.”He heard footsteps. Slow. Measured. Familiar.He opened his eyes.Vivianne stood in front of him—still elegant, still hauntingly beautiful, just like the last time he saw her. But her eyes were cold, glassy. Her skin was pal

Pov: Julian. The hallway leading to Julian’s apartment in the east wing of Nightshade Manor was quiet, the air heavy with unspoken weight. Ember glanced at Asher as they reached the door. Neither of them had said much during the walk from the main house. The conversation they were about to have had no easy words.Asher knocked twice, gently. A long pause followed before the door creaked open. Julian stood in the doorway, shirt rumpled, dark circles carved beneath his eyes. Behind him, a low whimper echoed from the bassinet in the corner—Rowan.“What is it?” Julian asked. His voice was hoarse, distant.“Can we come in?” Ember asked softly.Julian hesitated, then stepped aside. “Yeah. Sure.”The apartment was dim, lit only by the glow of a small lamp near the crib. Toys lay scattered on the floor, untouched. A half-filled bottle sat forgotten on the coffee table.Ember walked over to Rowan, gently resting a hand on the edge of the bassinet. “He’s grown.”“He cries more now,” Julian mut

Pov: Asher. The dawn broke over Raven's Peak with a strange quiet. The election banners still hung from windows and light posts, fluttering gently in the wind. A few townspeople gathered in small groups outside the council building, murmuring about results, about unity, about what might come next.Julian stood with Rowan on his hip, watching as Marigold and Ember came down the steps with Asher. The air smelled like fresh coffee and wet leaves. Ember offered a weary but relieved smile to the crowd."Thank you all," she said, her voice calm, steady. "The people have spoken. And your voices have been heard."Inside the council chamber, President Kyle Donovan's face lit up the screen. His victory had been confirmed. The majority of Raven's Peak and the surrounding towns, once split between wariness and loyalty, had voted in his favor. A coalition of humans and wolves had backed him, trusting in his support for the towns’ coexistence and defense.Donovan gave a short televised speech: "Ra

Pov: Julian. The morning after the failed attack on Raven’s Peak was somber. Smoke still lingered above Hollow Creek where Lark had made his retreat, and the air held a heavy silence, broken only by the quiet murmurs in the council chambers.Julian stood outside the holding room, cradling Rowan to his chest. The infant stirred against his shoulder, whimpering softly as if sensing the tension in his father’s bones. Saul opened the door from inside and nodded."She asked to see you," he said. "You don't have to."Julian stepped in.Vivianne sat in a chair by the window, hands folded tightly in her lap. Her eyes lifted at the sound of his footsteps, and a tremor ran through her."Julian," she whispered.He said nothing at first. He moved to a corner, gently placing Rowan into the small cradle Saul had brought earlier. The baby blinked, curled deeper into his wrap."I almost let you die," she said.Julian crossed his arms. "And for what?"Her throat bobbed. "He said the St. Clairs were m

Pov: Nora. Nora slipped into the hallway of the Nightshade mansion just after midnight. The house was quiet—except for the low hum of Caelen’s white noise machine. She found Ember in the study, seated on the couch, staring at the flickering screen of her laptop but clearly not seeing it.“You saw them?” Ember asked without turning.“I did,” Nora said. “Vivianne met Aiden. He brought two of his top wolves. They didn’t stay long.”“Where?”“Edge of Hollow Ridge, near the north trail.”Ember closed the laptop and stood. “She gave them access points?”“Yes. Northwest perimeter. Said the guards are light there at night, and that you’re focusing on the town square during the election.”“She’s not wrong,” Ember murmured. “But I expected her to sell that detail.”Nora shifted her stance. “Do you want me to take her now?”“No,” Ember said. “Not yet.”“You’re sure?”Ember looked up at her. “I need more. The pack won't move against her unless the proof is loud and visible. I want her to hang he

Pov: Vivianne. A DAY AGO! The walls of Raven’s Peak had never felt so close.Vivianne walked through the central corridor of the eastern residential block, her boots silent on the polished floor. Night had fallen, and with it came a hush that should’ve brought peace. But inside her chest, her heart beat like a warning drum.She paused at the entry panel near the old utility tunnel. Swiped her pass. Waited for the faint green flicker of approval.Access granted.This was the third checkpoint she’d cleared in two nights. She was careful — no sudden moves, no activity during council surveillance hours. And never the same path twice. Lark had drilled those rules into her when Aiden first brought her in. But it wasn’t Lark who haunted her thoughts now.It was Julian.And Rowan.Vivianne crouched by the heavy grate near the tunnel's opening. She had hidden a small flash drive behind a pipe days earlier — Aiden’s encrypted override. It would give him a five-minute opening in the security f