*Bexley*
Six Months Later…
Mother is weeping.
It’s nothing new. She does a lot of that these days. Ever since the day after the castle was attacked when Canaan and I showed up at the house she shared with Harvey and told her everything, she’s been teary eyed. She’s so proud of me. Even now, she says, “I can’t believe you’re the queen!”
“Well, not yet,” I remind her, looking at my own reflection in the mirror. “There is the matter of getting married—and coronated.”
“That’s all just a technicality,” she assures me. “I’m so proud of you, honey!”
“I’m proud of you, too.” Carefully, I turn in my long white dress and hug her. The last thing I need to do is tear this gown, though I’m fairly certain Canaan will do that later when he grows impatient with all the buttons.
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*Leo*The moon hangs low by the time we circle back toward Crescent Heart.Roxy runs ahead of me, her golden fur catching the silver light in flashes. She’s breathtaking like this, wild and radiant–fully herself. Every movement is full of grace and joy. She cuts through the wind like she was born to run beneath the stars.We slow as the sacred building comes into view, rock and moonstone gleaming in the night. I nudge her gently with my shoulder, and she gives a playful yip before trotting toward the arched entrance. I shift first. My fur gives way to skin. The shift comes easily tonight, smooth and instinctive. I stretch my arms, roll my shoulders, and grab the folded clothes I stashed behind the ceremonial screen earlier.Roxy follows suit, her body shimmering as she shifts back into her human form, glorious and gorgeous in the faint moonlight.We take our time dressing, the silence between us peaceful. It’s the kind of quiet that comes when everything has fallen into place.Once w
*Roxy*My lips are still tingling.I can feel the heat of Leo’s hands on my waist, and my heart thuds so hard I think it might echo in the stillness of the sacred space around us.He pulls back just enough to look at me, and there’s something in his expression I haven’t seen before. “I was going to wait until tomorrow to tell you,” he says quietly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “Let you have the festival and your birthday without anything hanging over your head.”I blink up at him, still breathless. “You mean about going to Golden Elm?”“Yes, about Golden Elm.” He swallows, like the words are heavier than they should be. “We’re leaving mid-day tomorrow. Marek and I, along with some of my best warriors. We will be escorting you there.”For a second, I can’t breathe. Tomorrow? My mind races, a thousand questions crashing through me, none of them quite forming words. And then the reality lands—he’s giving this to me. A chance I never thought I’d get.“You did this for me?” I whis
*Roxy*The scent of bubbling berry cobbler fills the kitchen, sweet and sharp. Hanna hums quietly as she carefully folds the last edge of pastry into place. Her curls are pinned up already, copper strands shining in the afternoon light that filters through the window. I stand beside her wearing an apron, my cheeks dusted with flour, doing my best not to burn the crust on our third tray.“Careful with that one,” Hanna says, nudging my side with her elbow. “That’s the one we’re setting out first. It needs to be pretty.”I glance down at the berries tucked beneath the crust. “No pressure or anything.”She grins. “No pressure. Just the entire pack judging your baking skills on your twenty-first birthday.”I laugh then catch myself. “It’s still strange,” I say softly. “Being excited. I didn’t think I’d feel like this.”“Like what?”“Safe. Celebrated.” I glance at her. “Happy.”Hanna’s eyes soften. “You deserve all three.”We leave the cobblers to cool and head to the bedroom where our dre
*Leo*The air inside the old outbuilding is damp and cold, but it’s the only place on Marek’s land where we can be certain no one overhears anything they shouldn’t.I light the lantern on the central table, the flame making shadows on the rough stone walls. Marek shuts the door behind us and bolts it. No one knows we’re here.The silence stretches between us like a taut wire until Marek finally mutters, “We should’ve seen it coming.”My jaw tightens. “We always do.” I grip the edge of the table, trying to will the memory into something more coherent, more explainable, to no avail. “We were halfway down the ridge,” I say, my voice low. “And then… something changed. Did you feel it?”Marek nods, slowly. “Like the air thinned. Like I was holding my breath.”“The birds went quiet first. Then the wind stopped, and I couldn’t smell anything. I could barely breathe.” “Everything was still,” Marek finishes. “It was like I couldn’t hear anything.”I exhale through my nose, the tension buildi
*Roxy*The stars are scattered like glitter across the sky, and the night is crisp; I tug my cloak closer around me. Leo walks beside me, just close enough that our arms brush now and then. Dinner was lovely and full of laughter. I didn’t expect to feel so comfortable with him, or anyone, this soon. I don’t want the evening to end.When we reach Hanna and Marek’s porch, I wonder why Leo doesn’t ask me to stay with him, and as though reading my thoughts, he breaks the silence. “You could, uh… stay with me, but—my pack, they’d probably make a bigger deal out of it than it is,” he says, scratching the back of his head, clearly flustered. “I just mean—they’d gossip. About a woman sleeping over. At my place. Which has… never actually happened before.”He looks so awkward I can’t help but smile. It’s honestly kind of adorable.Just then, the door clicks open. Marek must’ve heard us coming. He opens it, nodding at both of us. “Evening,” he says. Then he adds, “Come in for coffee?”I glance
*Roxy*The trees thin just as the sky begins to blush with morning light. I blink against the golden haze spilling through the forest, and then suddenly, it’s there.Moon River Village.Nestled between two hills, it’s the most peaceful, beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Neat rows of cottages with moss-covered roofs and flower boxes line the winding paths. Smoke puffs lazily from the stone chimneys, and a gentle stream winds through the heart of it all, sparkling in the dawn.Everything about it feels right, like I’ve been waiting for this place my whole life.I slow without realizing it, taking in the scene. It’s nothing like the cold stone tower I came from. The village feels warm and alive. Quilts hang from open windows, chickens peck along a garden path, and somewhere nearby, someone is singing.The three wolves who escorted us, sleek and graceful, each of them beautiful in their own wild way, pad a few steps ahead of me and Leo. Their fur glows gold in the morning sun as they come t