เข้าสู่ระบบThe cold night air hit my face as I stumbled out of the tunnel and into the thick trees at the base of the keep. The damp scent of pine and moss filled my nose, but there was no time to catch my breath. I didn't stop to look around. I shifted Amias higher against my chest, wrapped my cloak tighter around his tiny body to keep him from crying out, and started running straight into the woods.Behind me, high up on the ridge, a long, piercing howl tore through the night.My heart dropped straight into my stomach. It was an Alpha’s hunt call. Eilis had found the empty room, and he was calling the pack to hunt us down.Panic surged through my veins, hot and sharp. I pushed my legs faster, slipping on wet leaves, tripping over hidden roots, and dodging low branches that whipped across my face. The forest was dark, but the pale moonlight cutting through the canopy gave me just enough sight to keep moving forward. Amias squirmed against my ribs, letting out a small, muffled whimper, and I
My legs gave out, and I sat hard on the floor. My hands shook against my knees as I tried to pull in a full breath, but my throat felt tight and dry.Everything was spinning, but the piece that stuck in my head was Eilis. The wolf had told me before that he was real, that he wasn't just some curse inside Eilis's mind. He was right. The split had just been magic holding two halves of the same person apart. When I used that heat in my hand I had fused them together.Now the wild, violent side and the calm Alpha were the exact same person.I knew what Eilis did to people he hated. I had seen how he treated anyone even connected to a witch, let alone the son of Matilda. He didn't care about the bond anymore. He didn't care about the last few months. To him, I was just the enemy living in his bed. He was going to kill me. He made that clear in his eyes before he locked the door.From down the hallway, the sound of Eilis shouting at the guards echoed through the thick door. His voice was
"You think I want to be a witch?" I snapped back, suddenly fed up. "You think I like any of this? Why would I lie about something like this, Eilis? Why would I ever want to hurt you? Every time you hold me, every time you tell me you love me, I'm choked with guilt because of the secrets I've been keeping from you. “I’ve known my mother was Matilda for months! Almost every night I wake up from a nightmare where you kill me because of what I am. I’m so tired of being scared, Eilis." I sniffed, wiping futilely at the hot tears dropping down my face. "I'm so tired of lying to you." For a long moment, Eilis fell completely quiet. He just stared at me, his face unreadable, and that dead silence terrified me far more than his shouting. "What else did you hide from me?" he asked. His voice was unnaturally soft. I stared back at him, a faint flick of hope rising in my chest. Did he finally accept the truth? Were we going to be okay? My questions were answered instantly when his hand sho
He didn't move. He didn't even blink. Eilis turned around slowly. Every drop of color had drained from his face, leaving his skin sickly pale. The dark, erratic edge in his eyes died out, replaced by a quiet, dead emptiness that terrified me a thousand times more than his shouting ever could. "What did you just say?" he asked. His voice wasn't loud. It was barely a whisper, dragging out of his throat like rusted metal. My heart hammered so hard against my ribs I thought it would snap them. I pressed my back flat against the door, my entire body shaking so violently I could barely stay upright. Tears spilled over my eyelashes in hot, blinding streams, blurring his rigid silhouette. "Marilyn... Marilyn is innocent," I choked out, the words coming in desperate gasps. "She didn't do anything to me, Eilis. Please... please just listen to me. My mother was Matilda. I'm her son. I'm the witch." He stared at me. He just stood there, looking at me like I was a stranger, like the perso
That night, the exhaustion finally caught up with me. My eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. I fell into a sleep so deep it felt like drowning. In the dark of my mind, I wasn't lying in the bedchamber. I stood in a vast, silent space filled with thick grey mist. The air felt weightless, smelling faintly of crushed herbs and fresh rain. Down around my waist, the velvet robes and tight linen wraps were gone. I looked down. Across my lower abdomen, the rough line of the incision stood out sharp against my skin, the black thread holding the sliced flesh together. Slowly, without thinking, I lifted my hand and placed my palm flat over the center of the cut. My skin felt warm, so hot it almost stung. A faint, golden-white light began to bleed out from between my fingers, creeping into the dark line of the wound. The dull ache beneath my palm dissolved into a soothing, cool wave that washed straight through my muscle and bone. In the dream, I smoothed my thumb over the cut, tracing th
Two days passed, mostly spent in bed resting and taking care of the boys. The tight wraps around my waist kept my stomach stable, and by the time the morning of my twentieth birthday arrived, I could walk around the room without needing Eilis to hold me up.The whole castle was preparing for the day. Because it was my twentieth birthday, and because of the newborn princes, King Nicholas had ordered a full day of celebration throughout the territory. Banners were hung along the walls, music echoed from the lower courtyards, and servants moved back and forth through the halls bringing food and wine for the feast set for that evening.In our room, things were quiet.Lysander was asleep in the wooden cradle, while I sat on the edge of the mattress holding Amias. Eilis walked back from the window, carrying a small tray with breakfast, and set it on the table near the bed.He sat beside me, reaching out to adjust the blanket over Amias's shoulder."Happy twentieth birthday, Raven," Eilis
My gaze took in the suffocating opulence of the hall. Gold leaf clung to every surface, reflecting the harsh glare of a thousand candles until the room felt like a polished fever dream.The air was heavy with the cloying scent of lilies and the rhythmic, predatory pulse of the orchestra. Between the
I awoke to a stinging pain on my lower back, I winced as I tried to sit up; my vision swimming for a moment. Gods, what had he done to me? No one told me this was what it felt like, even my neck hurt from the claiming bite. My back went rigid when something moved. Slowly turning to look, I flinche
CW: Non consensual content and graphic violence. skip if you're uncomfortable. RAVEN I stumbled back in shock, my eyes widening in fear, how did he figure that out? What gave it away? My gears hit overdrive, the pain in my neck now so far beneath my worries. I optioned for denial. “I'm female
RAVEN I was doomed. It was the only thought that ran through my head as the wolf locked eyes with mine. Could it smell my fear? Could it smell that I was lying about my identity? He was huge, easily reaching almost five feet. It prowled towards me, gaze unmoving, I forced myself to move but my fo




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