LOGINSensing the urgency of the situation, my right-hand man runs after me.
There is a crowd of people gathered at the other end of the carnival. I shove past them, smelling blood. I’m just in time to catch Leanna before she falls to the ground, a keening sound leaving her lips.
There is a dead human in front of her, the same one she was talking to earlier. People are looking our way, and since I don’t think she would want the human authorities to involve her in their investigation, I drag her away. She’s limp, not resisting.
“We have to leave,” I tell Derrick.
He nods, glancing at Leanna. We came here in her car, but now we head to the woods. It’ll be faster this way. I don’t tell Leanna to shift because she’s in shock. As my own wolf form emerges, I throw her onto my back and begin running. Derrick whispers something to Finn before putting him down, and they both shift. I don’t know how long it will take us to reach the house, but my fur is already wet with my mate’s tears, and I can feel her grief.
Who was this man who was so important to Leanna? He looked older than her, but not so old that they could not be romantically entangled. Did Leanna share her affections with someone? She never said she had any lover. But if she did, why would she bring me to the place where she was meeting him? She’s not that inconsiderate.
I move faster, fueled by my anger and hurt. I want to ask her, but I can still feel her body vibrating with sobs, her sorrow thick in the air. My wolf is miserable, torn in two directions: anger at the idea that she might have taken a lover in these past eight years, and helplessness in the face of her pain.
We reach the woods near her house, and I shift back. “Derrick, take Finn inside.”
I’m holding Leanna in my arms. She tries to lower herself to the ground but my grip on her tightens.
Finn is also aware of his mother’s strange behavior, and as soon as he shifts forms, he shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere. Mom?”
His voice seems to shake something loose inside of my mate because she pushes against my chest, her voice low and thick. “Let me down, Cedric.” Reluctantly, I release her, and she reaches into her bag, taking out a key. “Go with Derrick, Finn. We’ll be right there.”
My son’s reluctance to leave his mother at a time when he clearly knows she’s vulnerable fills me with pride, but it’s also evident to me that Leanna doesn’t want him here for this conversation.
“Why don’t you show Derrick how to make hot chocolate?” She smiles at Finn with some obvious difficulty. “I would really like a cup.”
Having been assigned a task gives Finn some motivation. His voice is brighter now, the worry and fear disappearing. “I can do that. Come on, Derrick!”
He grabs Derrick and pulls him along as they head toward the house. I wait till they’re out of earshot before I look at Leanna. Her arms are wrapped around herself as she walks over to a broken log and sits down heavily on it.
I wait for her to speak, and finally, she says, “I’m sorry about that.”
Her voice is rough, and if I had any lingering anger over my suspicions about her relationship with that human, it fades away in the face of her agony.
“Who was that, Leanna? He was clearly important to you. Were you two…” I lean against the nearest tree, watching her.
She appears to realize where I was going with that, and she shakes her head. “No. George wasn’t—We weren’t—” She lets out a sigh, the devastation on her face twisting something in my chest. “He was my contact in the police department. He was a human, but he knew about Finn and me. I never told Erik or anyone else about him.”
I frown. “Why not?”
I smell the salt before the tears slip down her cheeks. “Erik would have killed him. George was high up in the government, the deputy commissioner of the police. He was in a position where he could have potentially exposed our kind, but this entire time, he never said a word. In fact, he helped me with some of my cases.” She wipes her tears and gazes at the ground. Her voice is low. “But Erik would not have understood. George and I were friends. He has two sons. A wife who loves him deeply. And he would not have died like this if I had not called him tonight.”
Her words end on a broken sob as she covers her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking.
Guilt, I realize. She feels both grief for the loss of her friend and guilt about his death. I walk over and crouch by her side. “You had no way of knowing, Leanna. His death had nothing to do with you.”
She lowers her hands and looks at me, her pretty eyes swimming in tears. “You didn’t see it, did you?”
“See what?” I ask, confused.
“His slit neck,” she moans. “There wasn’t one slice, like from a knife, but five, like a set of claws.”
I go still. “Are you—”
“Five very precise claw marks.” She looks at me, and the devastation in her eyes has my jaw hardening.
“A shifter? But I didn’t smell any—”
“Neither did I.” She wipes her tears, her voice thick. “And we should have, right? I didn’t even smell anyone on him. I don’t know how they hid their scent, but it was definitely a shifter. No one had any reason to hurt him, Cedric. No one from our world, at least.”
“Someone did,” I murmur gloomily. “We must have been followed.”
Leanna rubs a spot on her chest. “But I would’ve—We would’ve sensed it if somebody was tracking us.”
I mull over her words, and my voice is thoughtful. “My senses are sharper than yours. If there had been a shifter in the vicinity of the carnival, I would have caught their scent. I only smelled humans there. The only shifters were the four of us.”
Leanna gets to her feet, shaking her head. “I know what I saw, Cedric. Those marks on his neck were unmistakable.”
I follow suit, standing up and watching her as she paces anxiously. “I’m not denying what you saw, Leanna. It is possible that the shifter who attacked your friend was able to mask his scent.” My mind is racing, and then I have an idea. There is something I need to verify, however. At the time, I didn’t pay much attention to that slight discrepancy. But now, I have to be sure. “I’m going to call Edgar over here to help Derrick keep an eye on you and Finn. I need to go check something.”
Speaking of the young king, he cannot be more than five years of age, and ever since he and Finn met, Alexander has been following my son around, besotted. Finn is being oddly tolerant, and during this three-week visit, he and the boy have become inseparable.“I almost feel that it is unfair for us to leave this child here,” I murmur when two days are left before our visit ends.Cedric is playing with my hair while I lie on my back against him, between his legs. He snorts. “We are not adopting him.”“I’m not saying we have to adopt him,” I argue. “But he lost his mother and all his relatives. He’s so isolated. What if he comes to visit us every couple of months? It will be good for him, and he’ll be able to build bonds with our kingdom, as well. Plus, it would be great for the future if he and Finn can become close friends.”My mate is silent, his fingers still toying with my hair. “I’ll think about it.”I pat his knee. “Great. I’ll tell Rothan to make arrangements. We’ll have Alexand
I made arrangements with the witches who worked on Erik’s palace to keep the temperature consistent. They’ve been willing to help us if we pay them handsomely, and I haven’t kept their powers limited to the castle. The witches are also in charge of casting their magic on the farmers’ lands so that they can grow more crops.I am resting, but I’m also working. It helps me forget the sharp grief that often lodges itself in my throat.But as the two-month mark passes, I feel content. The castle’s staff and the commoners who live in the villages have all been thrilled to have me back. It makes me realize that I didn’t see how much they cared about me before. Having a child playing in the castle has given a new life to the place, and the staff is having the time of their lives spoiling Finn.I lean on the balcony railing, looking out. Finn is running around with two children from the village. I have stressed to Cedric that I want my son to have playmates. Two of the artisans who are working
“I’m not wrong,” Jerry sighs. “Cassian said he was going to take her hostage and then get rid of her. He needed to know what she knew, and that was it. She’s long dead, Leanna.”I break into sobs, unable to stop myself. This is my fault. I dragged her into this.Two small hands cup my face. “Don’t cry, Mom. Please don’t cry.”Finn’s voice jerks me out of my despair temporarily. My sweet boy has shifted back. I hold him in my arms, trying to swallow my sobs. I hear him crying, as well. It takes a lot of effort to force myself to calm down. This is not the time to grieve.I look at Erik. “What about her mother?”My voice is thick, and Jerry says, “I’ll keep looking after her. Even if Maya isn’t here anymore, I will keep my end of the bargain and give her mother the best life I possibly can.”Erik puts his hand on my shoulder. “You should go home, Leanna. You barely survived. Cedric nearly lost his mind. Go back to the North and rebuild your life. Maya is gone, but your son is here, and
“What’s wrong with him?”“He’s been like this ever since he saw you,” Harriet tells me sadly. “He refuses to shift back.”“Finn.” I touch his nose, his forehead, forcing him to look at me. “Finn, I want to see your face.”He whimpers again, and Cedric says, “Give him some time. He hasn’t left your side in days.”“What happened to me?”Everything is very hazy right now. My memories are in chunks and bits, all over the place. I need somebody to help me piece them together.“You don’t remember?” Cedric asks cautiously. “Vivian attacked you.”Vivian.Her very name sends a shock to my system. And then the memories start flooding back. The attack. Jerry.“Where’s Jerry?”“He’s fine,” Harriet assures me. “He woke up two days after the attack. You took two weeks, my dear. The royal healers have been working on you around the clock. You nearly died.” She wipes her eyes. “We didn’t know if you would ever wake up. Your injuries were life-threatening, and whatever Vivian gave you, it temporarily
A hand wraps around my ankle, and I’m being dragged toward Vivian. My head lifts weakly, and I see her crawling toward me, a deranged look on her face.“You think you can get away from me?” She spits at me. “I have to kill you. You have become a thorn in the organization’s path. And you have become far too arrogant for me to let you live. You forgot your place, Leanna! It was always beneath me! You are not—You can never be better than me!”She’s clutching a shard of broken glass, and she sinks it into my calf, dragging it down. I let out a shriek of pain, and she laughs.“Scream all you want! Nobody is coming to save you. Your mate is gone. That barbaric beast is long dead. Just like his parents. The Eastern Kingdom has finally managed to wipe out the entire Northern royal family. Those arrogant beasts!”I kick her in the face, and she falls to the side, blood spurting from her nose.“You’re lying!” I shout at her, blood spilling from my mouth. “Cedric is not dead!”“He is!” Vivian la
I leave Harriet with my son and retire to our suite. Cedric isn’t back yet. I change out of my dress and into a more casual shirt and pajama pants. After wiping off my makeup, I wash the glitter out of my hair and stretch my arms, feeling tired.It’s quite late now. The ball is probably over.After the excitement of the day, both the Eastern and Northern attendees will be on edge. I walk over to the window, wondering if I will get a glimpse of some of the guests walking around. To my surprise, I don’t see any guests, but I do see two familiar figures: Cassian and Maya. They’re walking together in the direction of the cottages. Maya is leaning against Cassian.I smile. Jerry is going to lose his mind.My smile fades in about two seconds.Why didn’t Maya message me? She was supposed to get the test results today and tell me about them. I try calling her, but she doesn’t answer. I suppose I could wait till tomorrow, but…Sighing, I check the time. I’ll just go talk to her. There is no wa







