LOGINEILÍS
“Would you have me wed to a human?” I asked my father–the king. I wasn't one to show emotion but I was sure my face conveyed my disbelief.
“Not an ordinary human, a noble.” He explained, like that made it different.
“Why! For power?fear? For respect? You already have that.”
“For you, I intend to curb the rumours flying around about you, and with a human bride some of the rumours might seize.” He twirled the wine cup in his hand, gold eyes flashing in suppressed anger. “And it wouldn't hurt to see if she can cure you.”
“I thought you'd given up on finding a cure?” I asked in surprise.
He looked at me like I was stupid. “Why would I give up on helping you? You think I'm just going to give my crown to any of your wayward brothers?”
“Ah…, of course that's the only reason you keep me sane and locked up, sending every available woman you can find to me.” I spat.
“And now I'm giving you a wife, don't be a bore Eilís, Lord Dierna's daughters are a thing of beauty from what I've heard, so they'll be pleasing to the eye.”
“Would you have me ruin an innocent human's life to find out if she can cure me?”
“Stop nitpicking and just accept the decree, you will be wed by eve, we must delay the wedding no further for I fear what your actions might lead to.”
I bowed my head, knowing I had no say. “As you wish my king.”
RAVEN
As Calani tightened the corset, I could feel my soul leaving my body. My hands tightened on the dressing table as I tried to breath through the aches in my ribs.
“Perhaps you seem to be forgetting I'm a man, I assure you my waist won't cinch past this.”
Calani shushed me. “You look beautiful, like a goddess.”
I should hope so, considering the fact that underneath the dress, Calani had put in silk clothes to show the impression of breasts.
We arrived two hours ago and were escorted to a room. Calani was told to get me ready because the wedding date had been moved, I was to be wed on the eve. I wasn't even given a chance to rest or look around.
I turned to look at the mirror, my breath catching in my throat at the beauty that stood before me.
Lady Raven Dierna. A delicate beauty that bore my name, the gown I wore belonged to my mother, which my father was kind enough to grant me.
It was a gorgeous creation, a fitted kirtle of sapphire silk embraced my torso, flowing into a full skirt adorned with intricate geometric embroidery in silver thread. While the overdress, crafted from materials I couldn't name, draped around my shoulders with wide, bell shaped sleeves. Its low square neckline highlighted the porcelain pallor of my skin.
My hair was left unbound, cascading down my neck like a waterfall.
The artfully applied cosmetics only enhanced my feminine allure, dark red lips, blushed cheeks, and thick dark lashes framed my bright blue eyes.
The overall look gave me an angelic appearance that was both beautiful and unsettling. I was a doll, the very picture of noble grace, I couldn't help but imagine if this was what I'd still look like dying, I couldn't stop the sobs that escaped me at the thought.
EILÍS
The hall reeked of fresh paint and wilted flowers, the hastily arranged bouquets casting a sweet, clover-like scent that clashed with the musky tang of the stone walls.
The nobles, who had been given last minute invitations, chatted nervously, eyes lowered and head bowed, too scared to make eye contact.
Not that my towering height and huge build did anything to make them less scared.
I shifted my foot and watched with grim satisfaction as they collectively flinched.
They saw me as a ticking time bomb, one that could explode at any moment, believing I could go on a killing rampage if mistakenly triggered.
They weren't wrong, it was part of the perks of being feral.
The priest who was to officiate the wedding maintained a distance, but not so far that he could not be heard. I scoffed, like that would give him time to run.
The doors of the hall swung open, it was time.
My bride was brought into the hall with her attendants. Three veiled figures made their way up the aisle in quiet procession. I knew she was in the middle, the gown she wore was blinding in its brightness, it dragged across the grounds with each step, the fabric catching the light as it swayed in perfect harmony with her delicate movements.
She was led up the steps and placed before me. She hesitated a moment, her hands trembling beside her. My heart ached as I heard the soft, stifled sound coming from behind the veil. She was crying.
A flush of anger overtook me, she was afraid of me.
The priest cleared his throat pointedly, sending me a meaningful glance. It was time.
With anger in my heart I reached for the veil and lifted it slowly.
The shock was palpable, like a wave crashing down over the entire congregation, rippling from the front of the hall to the back where some civilians stood.
There was a sudden intake of breath, a collective gasp as the veil was lifted completely.
The king was the first to break the silence, his voice harsh and undignified as he let out a squeak of disbelief.
He had said she was pretty, but now that the moment had arrived, even he couldn't hide the shock that laced his voice.
She was absolutely, impossibly beautiful.
The priest however didn't seem to notice or care. As soon as I had lifted the veil and revealed the swollen tear streaked face, he resumed his recitation.
“We gather here today.” He intoned. “Under the watchful eyes of the celestial deities, the moon goddess, Luna, and the shadow god, Nyx…” I couldn't help the anger that continued to fill me at the sight of her still trembling body.
“And may the eternal flow of the moon river bless this union…” the priest droned on.
His voice suddenly sharpened.
“Prince Eilis Caravia, Feral wolf of levia. Do you take Lady Raven Dearna to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to protect, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” My voice was firm and clear.
“And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”
The silence was loud as she hesitated, mouth moving but no sound coming out, she gripped her dress, seeming to summon courage and then she squeaked out "I do", her voice barely audible.
“By the power vested in me, by the celestial deities, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
I watched as Raven stiffened, eyes slamming shut, hands tightening on her dress and body trembling as she waited for a kiss.
My chest stung, I had to fist my hand to keep from rubbing them. I hated the look of fear on her face. I bent slightly and placed a kiss on her cheek, completely avoiding her lips, I retracted and turned to the audience.
I was married to someone who didn't want me, and was petrified of me. My skin felt tight, my hands started to tremble, I knew it was a sign my wolf wanted out.
I took the steps in two, gliding past the congregation as they attempted to flee out of fear.
I could feel my clothes ripping, the shift already upon me.
I snarled at the people in my way as they hurried past me, trying to run in the opposite direction, but I was faster, my wolf bursting forth.
The evening shadows seemed to swirl around me, fueling my transformation. I threw my head back and let out a fierce howl, the sound sending shivers through the fleeing crowd.
I knew what I looked like in that moment– a beast unleashed, eyes glowing like embers, fur bristling with power. The crowd's fear was palpable, a heady scent that only fueled my wolf's ferocity.
I bared my teeth, a snarl twisting my muzzle, and took a step forward. The people pressed against each other, trapped between panic and fascination.
My nose twitched, I could smell something intriguing, earthy yet sweet. I sniffed the air, my wolf's instincts on high alert, and my gaze locked onto a figure standing frozen at the alter.
She was terrified yet she didn't move, her fear-scent mingling with the sweet notes of cedarwood and honeysuckle, creating a captivating aroma.
Her eyes met mine, and I could see the realization dawning on her. She was trapped with a monster.
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
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 mou
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
Eilis looked ready to snap her in half, his posture a jagged line of restrained violence. I felt like a bird pinned to a board, having no idea how to defend myself. Every word that formed in my throat felt like a trap. If I spoke to softly, I was weak, but if I spoke too firmly, my voice would betr







