*Bexley*
I want to run to Canaan and wrap my arms around his furry neck, but we can’t do that right now. The sounds of fighting from downstairs are still intense, and it’s clear he’s still injured. He drops Garth’s head on the floor, and I rush over to him, trying to see where the bullet entered him earlier.
He nuzzles up against me, and I almost laugh, but I’m too busy looking for his injury. I find it in his shoulder. “This looks painful,” I murmur, wishing he could talk to me. His eye is also a bit jacked up, like maybe Garth also punched him too hard in the face.
“I’m all right,” I hear in my head.
I take a step backward and almost trip over what’s left of Garth. “Wh-what was that?”
He looks at me with a wolfy grin. “That’s the mind-link. I can talk to you now that you know who you are.”
“Now that I know who I am?” I
*Lazlo*Dawn seeps in, stretching light toward the bed where she sleeps curled against me. Xelina’s breath is slow, her lashes resting against flushed cheeks, one hand tucked beneath her chin. I could watch her like this for hours–peaceful, safe, mine.I drag a knuckle down her bare shoulder, marveling at the contrast between her strength and softness. She doesn’t stir, but a contented sound escapes her throat, the kind that makes something tighten low in my chest. It’s not just desire, though the ache for her is always near the surface. It’s deeper now. I love her. I know it with a certainty that burns through bone and blood. She’s not just my mate. She’s my match, my equal, and my friend.I never thought I’d get to have someone who sees past my crown, past the training yard, past the heir, but she does, and Goddess help me, I’ll spend every breath proving I’m worthy of it.Eventually, the sunlight through the window brightens, and I know we can’t linger here forever, no matter how m
*Xelina*The castle pulses with life and secrets, each corridor and chamber a new discovery waiting to be claimed. For the first time, I’m not a shadow in the background, scrubbing floors or serving meals. Instead, I wander freely, curling up with dusty books in the grand library, stealing heated glances with Lazlo, and daring to imagine a life that’s free of chores and chains. Everything feels electric, every moment charged with possibility and the thrill of being seen as his mate.Mealtimes are no longer hurried or solitary. We sit together at long tables, sharing food and laughter. Lazlo’s smile is easy, genuine, and I find myself drawn to it, to the quiet kindness in his eyes that never wavers. It surprises me how quickly the castle begins to feel like home, not because of the stones or the tapestries, but because of him.There are moments when our hands brush, lingering a little longer than necessary, and I can’t catch my breath. His gaze meets mine then, a silent question that s
*Xelina*Lazlo rides behind me as the stars shine overhead, his presence steady as the reins in his hands. Behind us, the forest still glows faintly with the blessing that saved me, a testament to the power that watches over my path. I no longer wear the mask, but its memory clings to me, not as a shackle, but as a symbol that I am no longer a servant cloaked in silence. I ride toward Virechant not as a prisoner returned, but as a woman reborn.The heavy iron gates swing open, and the guards bow low to Prince Lazlo as we ride through. We dismount just inside the courtyard, the soldiers’ boots crunching against snow as we walk toward the great doors of Virechant Castle. I steal a glance at him, not in awe of his title or his crown, but at the certainty in his stride, the way he reaches for me without hesitation. Sure and unwavering, his light cuts through the darkness of everything I’ve endured. Lazlo moves like a force carved from the night itself, tall and composed, with deep ambe
*Xelina*The stone beneath me is damp and bitterly cold. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been down here, but the thin shaft of sunlight that used to slice through the cracks in the door has faded to a dim haze. It must be evening now. The light is weaker, as though it’s slipping away from me just as fast as everything else.My stomach twists, part hunger, part dread. I haven't eaten since before the ball… no water, either. My throat is raw from crying, but I don't dare make another sound. Not after the last time, when Mireth hissed through the crack in the door that if I begged again, she’d bind my mouth shut with a wolf’s bane drenched rag. My hands are scratched and sore from clawing at the walls, searching for some hidden seam, some latch or weakness. There's nothing but stone and packed earth. I shiver, my arms curled around my knees, my chin tucked low. Then a sound breaks the quiet: hooves. The heavy clop of armored horses approaches the manor. I freeze, praying to the Moon
*Lazlo*The sky begins to lighten as I turn onto the narrow lane that cuts through the outer quarter of Lunemar, the blush of mid-morning brushing the rooftops and dappling puddles beneath my horse’s hooves. The first house belongs to a weaver, his hands stained with dye and his three daughters lined up like soldiers beneath the crooked beams of the kitchen ceiling. The eldest curtsies too deeply, nearly falling forward in her eagerness. Their mother wrings her hands and says her girls have always been “fond of dancing,” and surely it must’ve been one of them. I glance at their feet as they’re bared, cleaned and guided toward the slipper, one by one. The glass doesn’t welcome them, refusing each foot with silent finality. I thank them, but I already know before they try. There’s no magic here. No electricity in the air. No familiar tension. The next house is smaller, tucked behind a blacksmith’s yard where a boy no older than twelve stops hammering long enough to shout, “She’s insi
*Xelina*The first light of dawn slips through the crack of the cellar door, painting soft gold streaks across the rough-hewn floor. I’m already awake, dressing, pulling on my worn boots, and running a brush through my hair. Before I head outside, I kneel beside my bed and open the wooden box tucked beneath it. Inside, I gently place the mask from last night, closing the lid. The animals need tending first, before the rest of the household stirs. It’s routine, a rhythm I’ve known for years, but feels different today. Today, there’s a fire in my veins, and a buzz beneath my skin that wasn’t there yesterday. Today I’m stronger, sharper, and I feel as though the earth itself is churning with something new.Last night changed everything. I don’t dare say it aloud, but I shifted for the first time. The rush of fur and bone reshaping, the fierce, wild heartbeat pounding in my chest. The power and the fear tangled together. Above all, I believe that last night, I found my mate.The though