登入RAVEN “Denis!” I screamed again, but the stone only swallowed my voice. My lungs burned as I scrambled through the crawlspace, the jagged stone ceiling scraping against my back. The gold silk of my sleeves was shredded, hanging in tatters around my wrists. Behind me, the sound of tearing leather and the sickening crack of shifting bone filled the tunnel. They weren't staying human anymore. The low, guttural growls were so close I could feel the vibration in the floor. I rounded a sharp corner and felt a sudden change in the air. It was thinner and fresher. I pressed my ear against the right-hand wall and heard the faint, distant clatter of silverware. I was behind the dining hall. "Denis!" I screamed, slamming my fists against the masonry. The stone was too thick, the sound muffled by layers of rock and insulation. "Denis! I'm here! Behind the wall!" I grabbed a loose stone from the floor and began to rhythmically hammer against the wall, my voice cracking as I shrieked his
RAVENI paced Danica’s bedchamber, my mind spinning. What was my father planning? What kind of questions would these "neighbors" ask? The fact that I couldn't refuse to see them made the walls feel like they were closing in.My father had been too specific about these visitors. He knew they would poke and prod, looking for any sign that the Beast of Northshore was as weak as the rumors suggested. Worse, I was terrified that if they pushed too hard, I might slip. If I spoke like a man, or failed to describe the "romantic" life of a bride, the lie would crumble.A soft click behind the wardrobe startled me. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. I expected Danica, finally coming to pay me a spiteful visit. Instead, the wood paneling slid back and Mirabel stepped out.“We can check it out again,” she whispered.I didn't hesitate. I followed her into the passages, using her candle as our only source of light. We moved quickly, the stone walls pressing in on us until we reached t
EILIS The pack was gathered. Everyone had left their positions and homes to prepare for the rite. A nervous energy filled the air, a thick scent of tension and anticipation. This was the moment they had all been waiting for, yet my mind was miles away. I stood on the balcony, looking out at the dark expanse of the Northshore woods. The Wolf inside me was pacing, his claws clicking against the floor of my consciousness. My chest ached—a hollow, pulling sensation that grew sharper with every hour Raven was away. The bond felt like a frayed rope whipping in a storm I couldn't see. I reached for it, desperate for even a flicker of his warmth, but there was only a cold, dead silence. I gripped the stone railing until my knuckles turned white. Denis was with him, and I knew Denis would die before letting anyone touch a hair on Raven’s head, but that didn't stop the rot of anxiety in my gut. Raven was in a house full of people who had spent nineteen years treating him like he didn
RAVENA few minutes after Mirabel left the room through the passage again, dinner was brought up by a servant who wouldn't even meet my eyes. Denis had stood beside him and made sure the man tasted the food first. He then waited for a few minutes, eyeing the servant as if expecting him to collapse.I couldn't blame him for being so cautious. After the way my father had looked at me, I wouldn’t have put it past them to try something. After all, Eilis might hold him accountable if anything happened to me."It’s clear," Denis had said, his voice flat as he gestured for the servant to leave. Once the door clicked shut, he turned to me. "Eat. I'll be right next door. If you hear so much as a floorboard creak that shouldn't, you shout. Understood?”I rolled my eyes but nodded. After I finished, I sat by the window until the moon climbed high enough to turn the gardens into silver. I climbed into the massive bed, pulling the velvet covers up to my chin. I tried to close my eyes, but the d
RAVEN“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
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







