LOGINMAYADawn broke cold and gray over the execution grounds.I stood in the front row of witnesses, wrapped in a heavy cloak against the morning chill. Around me, survivors of the southern gate attack nursed fresh wounds. We had driven Mordain's forces back, but barely. Twenty-three more dead. Forty wounded.The cost kept climbing.Asher had chosen not to attend the execution. "I have seen enough death," he had said quietly. "I do not need to watch another man die, even one who deserves it."But I needed to be here. Needed to see this through.Gabriel was led onto the platform in chains, his hands bound behind his back. He had refused the traditional hood, wanting to face death with open eyes.He saw me in the crowd and smiled.That same infuriating smile he had worn during the trial.The executioner read the formal charges. Treason. Massacre. Attempted regicide. The list went on.Gabriel did not flinch. Did not beg. Just stood there with that smile as if this was all part of some elabor
Chapter 163MAYA Gabriel smiled as they dragged him into the throne room.Not the desperate smile of a man facing death. A genuine expression of amusement, as if this trial was the most entertaining thing he had seen in weeks.Blood still stained his clothes from the battle. His wounds had been treated just enough to keep him alive for trial. Bruises mottled his face where soldiers had not been gentle during his capture.He looked like he had been through hell.And he was still smiling."Gabriel Blackwood," Asher's voice cut through the murmurs filling the throne room. "You stand accused of treason, conspiracy to commit regicide, the massacre of Blue Moon pack, war crimes, and crimes against the crown. How do you plead?"Gabriel threw back his head and laughed.The sound echoed off the scorched walls, making several wolves flinch. It was not the laugh of a madman. It was genuine mirth."How do I plead?" He grinned at Asher. "Guilty, Your Majesty. Guilty of every glorious charge."Gas
MAYAThe throne room had been hastily repaired for the trial. Workers had cleared the debris from Gabriel's assault, but scorch marks still blackened the walls. A reminder of how close we had come to losing everything.Every seat was filled. Lycans and wolves packed together, united in their desire to see justice served. The air hummed with tension as guards led Kael in.He walked with his head high despite the chains binding his wrists and ankles. No fear showed on his weathered face. If anything, he looked annoyed by the inconvenience.They forced him to his knees before the throne where Asher sat, Maya standing beside him."Kael Whitmore," Asher's voice rang through the chamber. "You stand accused of treason, murder, conspiracy, and crimes against the crown. How do you answer these charges?"Kael lifted his chin. "Guilty of everything except treason. One cannot betray a kingdom one was trying to save."Murmurs rippled through the crowd."You murdered my mother," Asher said, his voi
MAYAI woke to urgent knocking on the chamber door.Asher was already moving, reaching for his sword before his eyes were fully open. Years of training made him react before thinking."Your Majesty," Rhea's voice came through the door. "We found her. We found Isabella."I sat up, pulling the sheet around myself. "Where?""Storage room beneath the old kitchens. She has been hiding there since the battle ended."Asher and I dressed quickly, not speaking but moving in synchronized efficiency born of our bond. Within minutes we were following Rhea through the palace corridors.The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the damaged walls in shades of gold and pink. Beautiful, despite everything.We descended into the lower levels of the palace, areas I had never explored. The air grew colder, damper. These storage rooms predated the current structure, carved from the bedrock the palace was built upon.Guards stood outside a heavy wooden door. Inside, I could hear whimpering."She was try
MAYAThe secret passages wound through the palace like veins through a body, hidden and invasive.I stood in the command chamber Asher's team had discovered, staring at the maps that documented our every movement. Detailed schedules of when I trained, when I visited the medical wing, when I was alone.Someone had been watching me for weeks. Maybe months."We found four more access points," Rhea reported, entering the chamber with Ethan. "One leads directly to the council room. Another to the armory. And two more to residential quarters.""How many people knew about these passages?" I asked."According to the architectural records Hendrick found, they were built during the palace's original construction three centuries ago. Emergency escape routes in case of siege." Rhea's expression was grim. "But the knowledge was supposed to die with the bu
ASHERTwenty-four hours until Mordain's ultimatum expired.I stood on the ruined southern wall, watching wolves and Lycans work side by side to rebuild what Gabriel's assault had destroyed. The irony was not lost on me. We were repairing defenses to protect ourselves from an enemy that vastly outnumbered us, using workers who had been killing each other just days ago."Your Majesty," Master Builder Hendrick approached, his weathered face grim. "We have a problem."Of course we did."The coffers are nearly empty. The war drained what your father saved, and the reconstruction costs are astronomical." He gestured to the damaged walls. "I can repair the defenses or I can ensure the refugees are housed and fed through winter. Not both."I looked down at the courtyard where wolf families who had lost everything huddled in makeshift shelters. Children played among the rubble, their laughter a strange counterpoint to the destruction surrounding them."We do both," I said."Your Majesty, the m
MAYAThe arena was bigger than I expected.It sat at the heart of the kingdom. A massive circular pit carved from dark stone with tiered seating rising up on all sides like the jaws of a beast waiting to swallow me whole. Hundreds of Lycans filled the seats. Nobles. Soldiers. Servants. All of them
MAYAI was still thinking about what Rhea said when the knock came.She trained my father. The woman who had been beating me into the dirt every morning for weeks had trained the man who raised me. The questions were piling up faster than I could process them. How did she know him? When did she tra
MAYAThe emergency session Kael called turned out to be a false alarm.He claimed to have evidence of a wolf spy inside the palace but when pressed for specifics all he produced was a vague report about "unusual scent patterns" in the servants quarters. Asher shut it down before it gained traction
MAYATwo weeks. Fourteen days of being knocked into the dirt so many times I lost count.My body was a map of bruises. Purple and blue and yellow patches covered my arms and legs like paint splattered by an angry artist. My ribs ached when I breathed. My shoulders screamed when I raised my arms. My







