MasukRAVEN“Help me open it,” Mirabel whispered, her voice tight as she tried to pry open the box.“What has this got to do with my mother?” I asked, not moving to help. Mirabel let out a huff of frustration, her fingers slipping against the lid. She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting the flickering light. “Everything, Raven,” she hissed, finally finding a notch in the side of the box. “You think Father is going to keep a useless old box in a place like this for no reason?”I felt a cold prickle at the back of my neck. I stepped forward, my slippers silent, and placed my hands over hers. The wood felt unnaturally cold, as if it had been stored in ice. With a sharp tug, the lock—already weakened by time—gave way with a dry snap.Mirabel opened the lid, and a gasp escaped her. Resting inside was a single, heavy pendant on a thick silver chain. The metal was dark, almost black, shaped into the likeness of a wolf’s head, but its eyes were two piercing emeralds that seemed to glow in the dim
Mirabel turned the brush over in her hand, her thumb tracing the wolf-head engraving. "Homage," she repeated, her voice gentle. "Is that what they call it now? Sending the puppy back to the kennel to remind the breeder who owns it?" "It’s a tradition," I insisted, though the word felt brittle in my mouth. "The Prince wanted to honor my family." "Father doesn’t deserve honor, and we both know the Prince didn't send you here to be kind. He sent you with an attendant who looks like he’s ready to slit a throat for breathing too loud." She set the brush down with a soft clack. "You’re hiding, Raven. You’ve always been a terrible liar, now the question is why?” I shifted in the chair. "I’m not hiding.” "Is that why you're in Danica's room?" Mirabel stepped closer. "Father is terrified. He’s displaced his favorite daughter for you, and he’s keeping me in the passages like a shameful secret. He’s betting everything on the hope that you can keep playing the bride as long as it takes." “W
My father began to lead the way, we reached the base of the grand staircase.Danica walked ahead of us, her footsteps sharp and frantic. When we reached the end of the hall, she stopped before the double doors of her own suite. She turned to look at me, and for a second, the mask of the "dutiful sister" slipped. Her eyes were red-rimmed and burning with hatred so pure it made me flinch. She had been displaced from her sanctuary for the sibling she despised.Danica’s jaw trembled. She looked like she wanted to scream, to point at me and roar the truth to the rafters, but she looked at Denis—who was currently leaning against the wall—and she swallowed her rage. She turned and vanished into the shadows of the servant’s stairwell without a word."Enter," my father said, gesturing to the room.The suite was beautiful, filled with heavy velvet drapes and polished mahogany, but it felt cold, just like Danica. Denis walked in first. He moved through the space like a predator checking a ne
The carriage jolted as we hit a deep rut in the road. Outside, the landscape shifted from the dense, pine-scented forests of the wolf kingdom to the flat, manicured greenery of the human territories. I leaned my head against the glass. The closer we got to my father’s estate, the more the dread tightened in my stomach. It wasn't just my father’s cruelty I was worried about. I looked down at my lap, smoothing the fabric of my clothes. At the palace, I was protected. Here, I would be under the eyes of people who had known me my whole life. The ruse was getting harder to maintain every day. Did Denis know? Or should I be scared that my father or siblings might blurt out the truth? "You're thinking too loud, Raven." I jumped. Denis was sitting across from me, arms crossed. "I'm just worried about the arrival," I said, my voice thin. "My father... he's not an easy man." "It’s more than that." Denis looked at me, his pale gold eyes steady. "If you're worried about him, don't be. I k
Aria’s warnings about being the easiest target had been haunting enough, but the sting of Eilis actually trying to send me away back to my family felt like a second betrayal. I paced the small patch of rug that wasn't occupied by the princes, my eyes hot with unshed tears. Eilis stood by the window, his back to me, looking out at the kingdom he was so desperate to protect me from. “You think you’re being noble,” I said, my voice trembling. “You think you’re saving me by throwing me back to the people who sold me to you in the first place.” “Raven, it’s not about nobility,” he rasped, still not turning around. “It’s about survival. If the Council moves against me, they won't go for my throat first. They’ll go for yours. They’ll use you to make me crawl.” “Then let them try!” I shouted. Osric let out a sharp huff from the corner, his head popping up at my volume. Eilis finally turned, and for a moment, the Logical Prince was gone. There was only a man who looked like he was mournin
The King’s footsteps faded into the stone corridors, leaving a heavy, curdled silence behind. One by one, the Council members retreated. Their robes hissed against the floor like snakes in the grass as they hurried away. I stood there, chest tight, waiting for Eilis to look at me.He didn’t.He stayed on the floor, hands buried in the matted fur of Osric and Elian. He whispered to them in a guttural sound that wasn't quite human. I took a step forward, reaching out, but he didn't notice. He was completely focused on his brothers.Slowly, the three of them stood up. They moved as one, with Eilis leading the way toward the doors. His shoulder brushed past mine as he walked out, but his eyes remained fixed ahead. I stayed frozen in the center of the empty hall. His silence felt worse than any threat the King could have made."Raven."I looked back to see Aria wiping her tears. She stood beside me, watching the door where the three brothers had disappeared. She looked at the empty thron
The transition was a violent, wet sound of shifting bone. Within seconds, the heavy weight of the wolf’s fur was gone, replaced by the slick, hot skin of a man.I breathed a sigh of relief, but then held my breath when he looked up and smiled. A sudden flash of the night he claimed me came to mind.
I was standing beside the pack. They were frantic, pulling at their clothes in excitement for the hunt. How many of them wanted me dead? How many didn't care if I survived or not?I hit my lip when I saw Eilis held down beside the king. His wolf was just as ferocious as it had been at the wedding.I
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







