Mag-log inThe horse’s pounding hooves echoed like thunder against the hard earth, every heavy stride jarring through my body as we raced deeper into the dark forest. I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face flat against the rough fabric of Denis’s cloak, unable to loosen my grip on his waist. My other arm was clamped tight around Amias, holding him so flush against my chest I could feel his frantic little heart hammering against my ribs.Behind us, the furious howls of the pack slowly stretched further away, fading into the dense canopy until only the rush of the night wind and the horse's heavy breathing remained.Still, my body wouldn't stop shaking.Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Eilis. I saw those golden eyes, stripped of everything gentle, burning with that horrifying, cold hatred. I saw his massive jaws snapping at the air right beside us, missing my foot by mere inches. The memory of his voice from the bedchamber echoed over and over in my head—I am going to make you bleed
The 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
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 ti
RavenI woke up alone on the bed, my chest spiked for a moment before I heard the sound of water being poured and breathed out. He hadn't left me alone. Just as I was standing up from the bed Eilis appeared from the washroom door, already fully dressed in his riding leathers. “You're going out of
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 "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






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