登入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 a sickenly 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 person he
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
With Calani’s help, I managed to stand on my own two feet, though every small breath felt like a tug against the tight thread holding my skin together. The royal robes hid the bulk of the thick linen wraps, falling over my frame in long, sweeping folds of deep velvet.Calani picked up Lysander, while I carefully lifted Amias into my arms, holding him close against my chest to offset the strain on my stomach.The doors swept open. Eilis was waiting right outside, his eyes scanning me from head to toe with razor-sharp worry. Without a word, he stepped up to my side, slipping a warm hand around my waist to secretly take most of my weight as we began the slow trek toward the Great Hall."If it hurts too much, tell me," Eilis said under his breath, his eyes fixed straight ahead. "I don't care about the tradition. I will pick you up and bring you back.""I'll make it," I gritted out, leaning into his shoulder just enough to stay upright.The corridors were lined with guards, their heads b
The door creaked open, and Eilis stepped into the room.The exhaustion etched into his face melted away the second his eyes landed on me sitting up in bed, both babies cradled securely against my chest. He closed the distance between us in long, hurried strides, dropping heavily onto the edge of the mattress."You're awake," he rasped out, his broad hand immediately reaching out to cup the back of my neck. He leaned down, pressing a firm, desperate kiss against my forehead, holding it there as if reassuring himself I was truly alive. "How do you feel? Is the stomach hurting?""It's sore, but I'm fine," I whispered, leaning into his touch. I looked down at the two bundles in my arms. "They need names, Eilis."Eilis’s gaze softened as he looked down at the babies. He extended a broad finger, letting the dark-haired baby grip it tightly with his surprisingly strong fist."The strong one," Eilis murmured, a faint, proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "He's fierce like the pack's
RAVENThe fog in my mind cleared slowly, piece by piece.When my eyes finally fluttered open, the dim light of the bedchamber stung my sight. My body felt stiff and completely drained of energy. A dull ache throbbed across my abdomen, trapped under layers of tight linen bandages, but the agonizing pain of the incision was gone.I turned my head slowly on the pillow. Eilis wasn't in the room. The space beside me on the mattress was cold, the sheets rumpled where he had been sitting.Then I heard it.A soft, snuffling sound coming from the wooden cradle pulled up right against the edge of the mattress.My heart hammered against my ribs, a desperate surge of instinct washing over my fatigue. I forced myself to sit up, wincing as the muscles in my stomach pulled against the stitches, but I didn't care. I leaned over the side of the bed, my hands reaching into the furs.There they were.The firstborn was sleeping soundly, wrapped tightly in a thick wool blanket, a tuft of thick black hair
EILISThe bond burned.Not like fire though, this was a constant, pulsing pressure beneath my skin, it was a low ache that tightened every time I tried to ignore it.I braced both hands against the cold stone wall of the training chamber and bowed my head. Sweat slid down my spine, my scars pulling
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







