LOGINTo my amazing readers, We have officially reached the end of Eilis and Raven’s story! When I first started writing this book, I knew their journey wouldn't be easy. They went through so much pain, deception, and heartbreak to finally reach the peace they deserved. Writing their healing—and getting to see them build a real family with Lysander and Amias—has meant the absolute world to me. Thank you so much for sticking with them through every twist, turn, and emotional high and low. Your comments, support, and love for these characters kept me motivated every step of the way. I couldn't have finished this book without you. A huge shoutout to everyone who continuously dropped votes and boosted this book on the rankings! Your dedication blew me away throughout this entire story. Thank you for showering Eilis, Raven, and me with so much support—you guys are the best! While Eilis and Raven’s story is complete, this isn't the end of our journey together. Don't forget to drop your final
The doors of the council hall were already propped wide open, the loud hum of voices spilling out into the corridor long before we even reached the threshold. Five years ago, walking down this hallway meant bracing for tension, cold stares, and the bitter reek of old hostility. Now, everything was different. I no longer wondered if anyone liked me. I knew my place now, and that was beside Eilis and being the king's consort.Eilis walked beside proud, holding Amias securely against his hip, while Lysander marched two steps ahead of us, puffing his little chest out as if he were leading a regiment into battle."Announcing the King and the King's Consort," the guard at the entrance called out, his voice echoing.The room fell quiet for a brief second, but it wasn't the terrified silence of the past. Coven elders in green robes sat right next to wolf commanders in leather armor, unrolling maps across the long table. King Nicholas sat in a high-backed armchair by the hearth, looking rela
Raven The morning sun warmed the floor of the playroom. Four years had passed since the war ended, and the palace was now full of the non-stop noise of two growing boys. Amias sat on the rug by the fireplace, his big green eyes fixed on a small carved wooden bird in his hand. His blonde curls fell over his forehead as he focused hard, sticking the tip of his tongue out. With a little gasp, a tiny spark of green light popped from his fingers, making the bird hop an inch on the rug. He was quiet and liked to watch things. "Amias, look!" A loud crash shook the room. Lysander sprinted across the playroom, his bright gold eyes—just like Eilis’s—shining with wild excitement. Lysander looked just like his dad, right down to the stubborn streak that kept the castle guards running around all day. Before I could say a word, Lysander jumped off a pile of pillows and landed right next to his brother, knocking over a tower of wooden blocks. "Lysander, stop!" Amias cried, pulling h
I handed Lysander and Amias over to Calani, watching her settle them in before I walked back down the quiet corridor alone.Eilis was standing in his usual spot across from my door, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The moment he heard my footsteps, his head snapped up. I unlatched my door and stepped inside, leaving it wide open behind me."Calani has the boys," I said softly, turning back to look at him. "Come inside, Eilis."He froze for a second, looking like he couldn't quite believe the words. Then he pushed off the wall and walked in, stopping just past the threshold as the door swung shut."Sit down," I told him, walking over to the small sofa by the fire.He didn't argue. He sat on the very edge, back stiff, hands pressed tightly between his knees.I sat beside him, closing the distance between us until our arms brushed. "Do you think you deserve my forgiveness?" I said, looking right into his eyes. Eilis swallowed hard, his voice thick.
The main hall was louder than it had been in months. Long wooden tables stretched across the room, piled high with roasted meats, warm bread, and dark ale. .The King had called a celebration for Amias and Lysander's one-month milestone.I sat near the head of the high table, holding Lysander against my chest while Amias rested quietly in a woven cradle by my knee. Aria sat to my left, keeping a watchful eye on the crowd, while Calani fussed over the dishes nearby.Across the wide table sat Eilis.I stared down at the dark wine in my cup, watching the reflection of the torchlight ripple across the surface as the King began to speak.It was funny, really. The witches had incorporated so quickly, getting accepted with an ease that made it feel as if they had never been hunted down in the first place. They moved through the lower halls, spoke at the council tables, and shared bread at our feasts.Of course, it wasn't perfect. There were still wolves who had trouble looking past the magic
Three weeks.Three weeks of watching his door stay shut.I didn't go back to my own room. When Raven moved up to the eastern wing with the boys, I brought a chair into the hallway and set it up across from his door. My father gave up trying to pull me back into full council meetings after the first few days. I didn't care how it looked. I wasn't leaving.The latch clicked, and the door swung open.I stood up immediately.Raven walked out into the corridor. He froze when he saw me standing there."Raven," I said, my voice crackly from barely using it all day. I reached out toward the tub. "Give that to me. I’ll carry it down."Raven pulled the tub back against his hip. "I’ve got it.""It's heavy," I said, taking a step toward him. "Just let me take it down the stairs.""I said I’ve got it, Eilis," he replied flatly. He didn't sound angry. He just sounded tired.I stopped moving, my stomach knotting up. The total lack of heat in his voice was worse than him screaming at me."Raven, ple
The second morning was quieter than the first, the kind of heavy, suffocating silence that usually precedes a storm. I had spent the dawn hours standing in the center of my room, letting Calani adjust the binders until I could only take air in short, measured sips. My ribs ached with a dull, consta
The next morning, Denis didn't give me the luxury of a slow recovery. I could still feel the meat turning in my stomach.He arrived at my chambers while the mist was still thick against the glass, carrying a wooden practice stave. He didn't look like a playful attendant today, I didn't know Denis co
The "Blood Feast" was held in the smaller dining hall.I sat at the center of the long, dark table, surrounded by the Alphas of the Council. They didn't speak to me. They just watched, their eyes tracking the way my throat moved every time I swallowed a sip of water. I wore the most restrictive gown
The morning did not bring the soft, golden light of a new beginning. As I sat by the window in my chambers, the silk of my morning gown felt like a shroud. My body still ached—a dull, rhythmic thrumming in my lower back and the sharp, stinging memory of the bite on my neck.I had survived the ball,







