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Chapter 95

Author: Christina Wilder
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-14 00:50:34

Hours had passed since the council room had been cleared out, yet the echo was still audible in the walls. Banners swayed softly in the night wind from the open archways, stones and scrolls were cleared, and the great tables were stripped naked. All that was left was the moonlight, which swept like water across the marble floor.

Elaria sat where she had stood that morning, the High Seat’s chair turned slightly toward the window. The council flame was dying in its bronze bowl, guttering low.

Although her traditional mantle was now slack and untied at the throat, she had not taken it off. With its surface still warm from the vote that had altered their universe, she ran her fingertips over the edge of the seal-stone that lay on the table.

She heard Draven first, the familiar cadence of his stride, the gentle scrape of boots. Initially, he remained silent. He never did when she looked like this, carved in quiet thought.

His shadow stretched across the stone as he stood behind her. "You'v
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  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 95

    Hours had passed since the council room had been cleared out, yet the echo was still audible in the walls. Banners swayed softly in the night wind from the open archways, stones and scrolls were cleared, and the great tables were stripped naked. All that was left was the moonlight, which swept like water across the marble floor.Elaria sat where she had stood that morning, the High Seat’s chair turned slightly toward the window. The council flame was dying in its bronze bowl, guttering low.Although her traditional mantle was now slack and untied at the throat, she had not taken it off. With its surface still warm from the vote that had altered their universe, she ran her fingertips over the edge of the seal-stone that lay on the table.She heard Draven first, the familiar cadence of his stride, the gentle scrape of boots. Initially, he remained silent. He never did when she looked like this, carved in quiet thought.His shadow stretched across the stone as he stood behind her. "You'v

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 94

    The chamber had never been this full.Word had spread faster than ink could dry: the first full session of the New Council, where the laws of wolves and men alike would be redrawn. Every Alpha, Regent, and Scribe who could travel within three days’ ride had gathered under the great dome.The former packs' banners were vanished, replaced with the one emblem she had created herself: two wolves, one silver and one black, embracing the moon with their heads bent together. It was intended to represent solidarity. Some whispered it was a symbol of her and Draven.With her palms resting softly on the council table's carved stone, Elaria stood at the dais. Kairis stood quietly poised behind her, staff anchored like an anchor. To her right, Draven—no longer in his old armor, but in a formal mantle of dark silk, his presence commanding even in stillness.When Elaria raised her hand, the murmurs died.“Let this first council of the New Age come to order.”The words carried through the chamber, e

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 93

    The long, thin night following the vote was marked by a humming of fatigue rather than serenity.Elaria had trouble sleeping. The crown, if it could be called that, was a circlet of silver thorns that had been hammered into shape and was resting on the table close to the bed. In the moonlight, it glowed dimly, a silent reminder that power was never kind.Beside her, half-awake, was Draven. The pale ridges of scorched flesh that traced the kiss of the Rite's flames down his back were still healing. She stroked the lines of one scar, feeling the trembling of his breath beneath her palm.He whispered without opening his eyes, "You're awake."“So are you,” she said.His mouth curled into a tiny smile. "It's difficult to fall asleep when I can sense your thoughts."With a sigh, she leaned into his shoulder curve. "The issue isn't with thinking. It’s what comes after.”The gray of his eyes caught the little light that came in through the shutters when he opened them.“The council?”“The coun

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 92

    The keep had gone still.The smoke had long since been burned away by dawn, but the smell of it persisted in the ripped flags, the scorched wood, and the crevices of the stone. With its ceiling half gone and its walls streaked with soot where the firelight had kissed it, the enormous council chamber was now exposed to the morning air.With her hands clasped behind her back, Elaria stood amidst the debris, observing the gradual movement of sunlight across the floor. Each beam of light showed the same thing: the council had barely made it out alive.Draven’s shadow stretched beside hers. His forearms were marked with recent burns and scars that resembled stories written in flesh, and he had rolled his sleeves to the elbow after taking off his damaged coat. Their silence wasn't uncomfortable; it was essential.There were no accusations, no voices yelling over each other, and no tactics to hone before the next blow for the first time in days. The only sound was quiet.“You should sit,” Dr

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 91

    Through the smoke, dawn sliced like a blade.The council's vast keep was still shaking from the previous night's mayhem. The banners that hung from the tall windows swirled in a breeze that smelt of iron and frost, and the sky beyond was the color of ash, flecked with faint red like blood veins.Elaria watched as wolves below started to congregate while she stood on the balcony above the council hall, her palms pushed against the chilly rail. Low-burning torches and murmuring voices in shifting currents of distrust were heard.This was the silence before a hunt, not the silence before a vote.He and she had not slept, and the tension between them was not fear but a razor-sharp focus, and Draven moved to stand next to her, his presence steady despite the fatigue lining his features.He whispered, "They're getting together earlier than expected."Elaria’s eyes followed the movement below. “Rhovan’s trying to set the stage before we arrive. He wants to dictate the rhythm of the day.”Dra

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 90

    The scent of smoke and iron was still present in the corridor outside the council room. Along the marble pillars, wolves had left their fury in claw marks that were so deep that the smell of blood still permeated them. Elaria stood with her hand braced against the hard stone, breathing through the weight of it all as the last shouting echo faded.Draven stood silently next to her, as the hallway fade into darkness. His throat still had the subtle dark bruises of confinement; his shirt was half-ripped from the fight that almost broke out at the end. But when she faced him, it was evident that his anger was subdued.“They would have torn each other apart if Kairis hadn’t called the recess,” he said at last.Elaria nodded, her voice low. “That was the point.”He tilted his head. “Yours?”“Partly. Rhovan’s too. He wanted chaos. I wanted them to see it.”She straightened, letting the council’s noise fade behind her. “Now they know what’s at stake when they follow him. Wolves remember the s

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