LOGIN{Ragna’s POV}The dungeon somehow felt emptier after Liam left.Not quieter. That would have been impossible.Somewhere beyond our cell, a prisoner was loudly insisting that he had been wrongly imprisoned for the fifteenth time since I’d arrived. Iron doors continued opening and slamming shut at uneven intervals while guards barked orders through the corridors, and every now and then another voice joined the endless chorus of complaints echoing beneath the Palace.The noise hadn’t changed.We had.The conversation Liam left behind still sat inside the cell with us, heavy enough that neither Milena nor I seemed particularly eager to disturb it.Your chances of escaping persecution this time are worse than zero…It was an unpleasant sentence.Not because it frightened me. But because I believed him.Liam wasn’t the sort of person who dressed ugly truths in prettier words. If anything, he seemed determined to strip away whatever hope people managed to invent for themselves. It was an irr
{Liam’s POV}The heavy door closed behind us, muting the arguments from the council chamber until they became nothing more than distant echoes swallowed by stone.For a few moments, my father simply stood there with his back against the door, breathing as though he had walked far more than a handful of corridors. His eyes swept across the chamber once, reassuring himself that we were truly alone before finally settling on me again.“Now,” he said quietly, “tell me why we’re speaking about this.”I regarded him for a moment before answering.“Because it determines everything I’ve told you so far.”A crease appeared between his brows.“I don’t understand.”“I know.”I folded my hands behind my back and leaned lightly against one of the stone pillars lining the chamber.“Which is why I’d like to make a proposal before I continue.”His expression shifted.“A proposal?”“A deal.”Silence settled between us.Then he exhaled slowly.“…What deal?”I studied him for a moment before answering.
{Liam’s POV}My father didn’t speak.For perhaps five full seconds, he simply stood there staring at me, and I allowed the silence to remain exactly as it was. There was no point filling it. Some truths demanded room after they were spoken, and this was one of them.Eventually, he laughed.Not because he found anything amusing.Because disbelief often disguised itself as laughter before surrendering to reality.“…What?”His brows pulled together as though the word itself had refused to cooperate.“What do you mean Sir Hagari is the culprit female’s father?”His eyes searched mine, looking for the smallest sign that I had decided to entertain myself at his expense.“That isn’t possible.”He shook his head almost immediately.“No. Hagari has served beside me for years. He has been one of the most loyal men in this Kingdom.”His voice grew firmer as he continued, convincing himself more than he was convincing me.“He cannot betray me.”I waited until he finished.“It’s the truth,” I said
{Liam’s POV}The dungeon corridors were loud.They were always loud.Some prisoners shouted because they were angry. Others shouted because they were afraid. A few simply feared silence more than confinement and filled every moment with noise to avoid being left alone with their thoughts.The upper levels of the Palace were different.As I climbed the stone steps and left the dungeons behind, the shouting gradually faded until only distant footsteps and hurried voices remained. It was an odd contrast considering the state of the Kingdom. Beyond these walls, warriors were mobilizing, messengers were exhausting horses, and generals were preparing for what might become the most significant threat the Reigns had faced in years. Yet here, the corridors remained calm, orderly, and deceptively peaceful.At least on the surface.I walked through them with my escort following several steps behind and found my thoughts returning, somewhat annoyingly, to the conversation I had just left.Ragna r
{Ragna’s POV}For a moment, I simply stared.Liam stood outside the cell exactly where Milena had been looking, and before I could stop myself, our eyes met.That was when I realized I was smiling.The realization hit so suddenly that it almost felt physical.What was I doing?My smile vanished immediately, and I looked away, disturbed less by Liam’s presence than by my own reaction to it. Nothing about my current situation justified smiling. I was sitting inside a dungeon beneath the Palace. The Kingdom was preparing for an attack. My father had spent the last several hours dismantling everything I thought I knew about my life, my mother, and myself. Somewhere above us, powerful men were probably discussing whether I should be executed now or later.There was absolutely nothing amusing about any of that.Yet I had smiled.At Liam.The thought was irritating enough that I immediately pushed it away.Unfortunately, Milena chose that exact moment to speak.“Goodness.”The word escaped h
{Ragna’s POV}For a moment, nobody moved.The corridor seemed to shrink around us as the King’s gaze settled on our little group, drifting from my father to me and then back again. The shock on his face lasted only a second, but it was enough. It was enough for me to understand that he had recognized something he was never supposed to recognize.Beside me, Milena had gone rigid.I couldn’t blame her.If there was a worse person to be discovered by, I had yet to meet them.The King’s presence had never frightened me before. Even now, standing in the center of a corridor surrounded by councilmen and armed guards, he still looked more like a man carrying an overfed cub beneath his robes than the ruler of an entire freaking kingdom— pot-bellied idiot. But fear had very little to do with appearances. Fear had everything to do with consequences, and the consequences standing before us now were enormous.My heart had only just begun to quicken when I felt fingers close suddenly around my wr
{Ragna’s POV}“Is that your father?”Milena’s question hung between us, but I didn’t answer it. My attention remained fixed on the man standing a short distance away while a dozen unwanted thoughts crashed into each other inside my head. Some were angry. Some were confused. Most were things I had s
{Ragna’s POV}The carriage rolled steadily away from the Arena while silence settled between Milena and me.For a while, neither of us spoke. The only sounds came from the horses pulling us forward, the rhythmic turning of the wheels beneath us, and the occasional creak of wood whenever the carriage
{Ragna’s POV}For a moment after the elder spoke, the entire square seemed to hold its breath.“Non-fertile.”The words echoed across the space like they had weight and around me the murmuring began immediately. People shifted, whispered, stared. And many sympathetic looks drifted in my direction,
{Ragna’s POV}The night before Selection smelled like rain and nerves.Well, mostly nerves.Girls across the Werewolf Reigns were probably doing the same thing I was doing— lying awake in their beds, staring at the ceiling, praying that tomorrow the elders would say the word ‘fertile’.Because if t







