LOGINMAYA
After leaving Asher's study I walked back to my wing alone. Ethan had not waited for me. No one had. I was starting to get used to that.
The corridors were long and confusing. Every hallway looked the same. Dark stone walls. Silver torches. Paintings of dead kings with judging eyes. I made two wrong turns before I finally found my door.
I stepped inside and closed it behind me. The room was exactly how I left
ASHERThe world narrowed to a single point of absolute clarity.Gabriel had Ethan.From my position on the palace steps, I could see everything through the gap in the closing gates. Maya on her knees. Gabriel's hand on her face. Ethan's broken body held between two soldiers.Every instinct screamed at me to move. To run. To tear Gabriel apart with my bare hands.But my body would not obey.The wound in my shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat, sending waves of pain down my arm. My vision swam at the edges, darkness creeping in."Get the archers ready," I ordered through gritted teeth. "Now."Rhea was already moving, shouting commands. Soldiers flooded the walls, bows drawn.But it would not be enough. Gabriel had positioned himself perfectly, using Maya and Ethan as human shields. Any shot risked hitting them instead.He knew exactly what he was doing."I need a clear line of sight," one of the archers called down. "I cannot take the shot without—""Then get me someone who can," Rhea
MAYAThe world seemed to tilt beneath my feet."Olivia." Her name left my lips as barely a whisper.Rhea was already moving, snapping orders to the soldiers. "Get archers on the walls. I want eyes on Gabriel's position now."I could not breathe. Could not think past the roaring in my ears.Gabriel had Olivia. He had my people."Maya." Asher's hand tightened on mine, pulling me back to the present. "Do not go out there. It is a trap.""I know it is a trap," I said quietly, my voice steadier than I felt. "But he has her. He has all of them.""Then we negotiate. We stall. We find another way." His eyes searched mine, desperate and pleading. "But you do not walk into his hands."The bond pulsed between us, thick with his fear. Not for himself. For me.I reached up and cupped hi
MAYAThe throne room fell silent except for Kael's ragged breathing.He stumbled backward, clutching his wounded side where Asher's blade had cut deep. Blood seeped through his fingers, staining the marble floor beneath his feet."Guards," he rasped, his voice cracking with desperation. "Seize her. That is an order from your—"No one moved.Twenty soldiers lined the walls, their faces carved from stone. Not a single one stepped forward.Kael's eyes widened, darting from face to face. "I said seize her! She is a wolf. An enemy of the crown. I command you—""You command nothing."Rhea's voice cut through the room like a whip. She stepped forward from the ranks, her armor still splattered with blood from the battle outside. Her sword remained sheathed, but her hand rested on its hilt."You lost your authority the moment you put chains on our king," she continued, her tone ice-cold. "The moment you sent soldiers to die while you hid in this room playing games."Kael's face twisted with fu
**Chapter 134**MAYAThree days later Asher still did not know me.He recognized Ethan. Recognized palace staff. Spoke coherently about military strategy. But when I entered the room his eyes went blank. Polite. Distant. Like I was a stranger he was obligated to be courteous to.The healers said it might be temporary. Might be the mind protecting itself from trauma too severe to process. Might heal with time.Or might not.I sat with him every day. Talked to him. Held his hand when he allowed it. Sent love through the bond that he could not feel anymore.And prepared for the fight that was still coming.Because Kael might be dead but his supporters were very much alive. And they were organizing.The emergency council session was called for the fourth day. Full attendance mandatory. The question of the kingdom's future on the table.I walked in alone. Asher was still too weak. Too confused. The King's chair sat empty. A reminder of what we had lost even in victory.Lord Harlen stood fi
MAYAI woke to white light and the smell of healing herbs.Not dead. Somehow. Against all odds. Not dead.My body felt wrong. Heavy. Distant. Like it belonged to someone else. I tried to move. Pain exploded through my shoulder where Gabriel's blade had been."Easy." A voice. Familiar. Female. The palace healer. "You have been unconscious for two days. The wound was severe. We almost lost you three times."Two days. The war. The battle. Gabriel."Asher" I croaked. My throat was raw. "Where is Asher?"The healer's face was carefully neutral. Professional. The expression that meant bad news delivered gently."The King is alive. Stable. He woke yesterday. But Maya the damage from the wolfsbane and blood loss. He is weak. It will take time."Alive. That was all that mattered. I tried to sit up. The healer pushed me back down."You are not going anywhere. That shoulder needs another week minimum. You used power that should have killed you. Your body is still recovering from burning through
ASHERI was dying.Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. Literally dying on a surgical table while a healer worked frantically to save me.The crossbow bolt had done more damage than anyone realized. Punctured something vital. The wolfsbane in my system prevented proper healing. My wolf was too weak to fight.I could feel it. The cold spreading from my core. The way my heartbeat stuttered. The darkness pressing in from all sides.And through it all. The bond. Screaming.Maya was fighting. I felt every impact. Every near miss. Every moment of terror as Gabriel's forces overwhelmed the palace.She was trying to hold. Trying to protect my kingdom while I bled out on a table.I wanted to help. Wanted to stand beside her. Wanted to keep the promise I made on the balcony.But my body wo
ISABELLAHe smelled like that basement room again.Dust and old paper and obsession. The scent clung to his clothes and his skin and followed him through the house like a ghost that refused to leave.I was sitting in the bedroom when he walked in. Midnight. He did not look at me. He walked straight
ASHERI almost went to her room three times that night.The first time I made it to the end of my corridor before stopping. The second time I reached the junction where my wing split from hers. The third time I stood outside her door with my hand raised and my knuckles an inch from the wood.Each t
MAYAIt started with a book.I found it outside my door three days after the war room meeting. No note. No name. Just a worn leather bound volume with gold lettering on the spine. A collection of battle strategies used by ancient wolf packs.I knew it was from him. No one else in this palace would
ASHERTwenty years ago.The palace was too big for a boy my size.Every hallway stretched on forever. Every ceiling reached up so high I could not see where it ended. Every room echoed with emptiness no matter how many candles were lit or how many servants walked through.I was eight years old and







