LOGINI woke up gasping.My hands were gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles had gone pale. Sweat soaked through my clothes, my chest heaving, my breath coming in short uneven pulls I couldn't steady.The dream.My mother's voice. The forest. Her shape dissolving between the trees no matter how fast I ran.I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed both hands flat against my knees and breathed until the room stopped closing in.I drew myself a bath.The warm water helped. I sat in it until my breathing evened out and the dream loosened its grip. By the time I stepped out I felt steadier. Not fixed, just steadier.I crossed to the dresser and pulled it open.Dresses where everywhere. Organized neatly across the full wardrobe, more than I had ever owned in my entire life, fabrics ranging from deep jewel tones to soft creams and pale blues.The maids, They must have restocked it while I was away.I reached out and ran my fingers along the nearest rack.Silk, Linen. Something soft and embroider
AYLIN'S POV I was still thinking about his hand.It just kept coming back, that one second of contact at the windowsill, barely anything, and the way it had moved through me so completely that I had practically fled back to my room.I didn't know what this feeling was. I couldn't name it, couldn't place it, couldn't trace it back to anything that made sense. He was a Lycan king. I was a human vessel in a palace that had made it very clear I was unwelcome. Whatever this was, it had no business being here.It was not leaving.And underneath all of it, the whispers were still there. YETOne word. And I couldn't shake it.I pulled my knees to my chest and sat with the weight of everything pressing down at once. The palace, Nerissa, Terak's voice laying centuries of history in front of me like something I was simply supposed to carry forward. The cold looks, My mother, My father.The knock at my door pulled me back."Come in."Kaelen stepped inside, took one look at me, and stopped."Yo
LUCIEN’S POVShe had freckles.I hadn't noticed that before.Small, scattered across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks, barely visible in daylight but somehow clear as anything in moonlight. I had stood there in that corridor last night trying to focus on the gardens below and instead found myself cataloguing every detail of her face like it was something I needed to memorize before it disappeared.Her eyes. Dark, steady, the kind that didn't look away when they should. Her silver hair loose around her shoulders, longer than I realized, catching the moonlight in a way that made her look less like a girl standing in a palace corridor and more like something carved out of it. Still and composed, she had stood there and told me she wasn't angry at me with more grace than I deserved.She looked like a portrait.I could have watched her all night.I pressed my fingers against my desk and stared at the reports in front of me without reading a single word.Her hands were so w
Sleep never came back.I lay in the dark for a long time, staring at the ceiling. The fire was out, the room was still cold. And every time I closed my eyes, the whispers were right there waiting, threading through the quiet like they lived in the walls.YETI sat up.I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t lie here and let that word circle my head until morning, I needed air.I pulled myself out of bed, wrapped my arms around myself, and slipped out into the corridor.The palace was completely still at this hour. No guards on this stretch of hall, no distant footsteps, no voices. Just stone and shadow and the pale silver light coming through the high arched windows at the far end of the corridor.I walked toward it without thinking.And then I stopped.Someone was already there.He was standing at the window with his back to me, one hand braced against the stone frame, looking out at the night sky. Black pants. Nothing else. His hair was longer than I had noticed before, dark and loose, falli
Kaelen was still talking.Something about the east corridor painting.....but his voice had started to blur at the edges somewhere between the library and the balcony.I walked beside him and nodded at the right moments and said nothing.Children died from it, Aylin.Pregnant wolves lost their young.That is why humans will always sit beneath werewolves in this world."and the frame alone is worth at least three political scandals""Kaelen."He stopped.I exhaled slowly. "I'm tired."His expression shifted. "Aylin…..""The tour was wonderful. Truly But I think I need to stop here for today."He studied my face for a moment, "You're not tired," he said quietly. "Your mind is somewhere else entirely.""I know," I said. He opened his mouth.Closed it.Tried again. "There's still the east corridor. The painting alone will….""Kaelen."He stopped.Then he sighed, "Fine." He straightened. "I'll walk you back.""There's no need," I said. "I know the way.""I'm sure you do.""Then…..""Aylin.
"There has always been a reason."Terak's words were still sitting in the air between us, heavy and unfinished, when I turned fully to face him."Then tell me," I said.Kaelen stepped forward slightly. "Aylin….""No." I looked at him. "Don't....don't change the subject, don't make a joke, don't walk me toward the next room." I turned back to Terak. "I live here now. I can’t walk these corridors with people who look at me like I don't deserve the air I'm breathing. I need to understand why."Kaelen opened his mouth.Terak held up one hand.Kaelen closed his mouth.."She needs to know," Terak said quietly, not to me. To Kaelen. "She is living among werewolves. At the very least, she deserves to understand why the hatred runs this deep."Kaelen looked at the ceiling briefly. Then exhaled. "Fine. But I want it on record that I tried to protect her from this conversation.""Noted," Terak said flatly.He looked at me. I waited."For centuries," he began, "werewolves have had one weakness.







