ログインEilisTwo weeks.Two intolerable weeks, and the trail was still cold.Every morning I woke up with my wolf clawing at the inside of my ribs, furious, restless, and starving for blood. A traitor had walked into my palace, unlocked the silver anti-magic chains, and spirited away a high-value prisoner under the noses of my entire guard rotation. And despite locking down every gate, searching every cellar, and interrogating half the palace staff, we had found nothing.No scent. No tracks. No slip-ups.It was as if the witch had vanished into the air, leaving me with a palace full of anxious servants and useless guards.My anger hadn't dulled over the fortnight, it had only sharpened. The only thing keeping my rage from burning the castle to the ground was Raven. He was still pale, quiet, and delicate, spending most of his days resting in our quarters. The healer had insisted on absolute quiet for him, so I forced my anger down every time I stepped through our bedchamber doors. I held h
RavenThe darkness pulled at me, warm and heavy from the healer’s potion, but I couldn't stay under. The knot of fear in my stomach was too tight, dragging me back toward consciousness piece by piece.My eyelids felt weighted, but I managed to open them just enough to take in the dim firelight flickering across the bedchamber. Eilis was still right beside me. He hadn't shifted an inch. Every beat of my heart felt like a betrayal. Every quiet breath I drew under his watchful eye tasted like salt and ash.A soft knock rattled the outer chamber door.Eilis’s head snapped up instantly, his jaw tightening, his wolf scent flaring with sharp alertness. "Enter," he commanded, keeping his voice low so as not to startle me.The door creaked open, and Denis stepped into the room. He carried a silver tray with a fresh pitcher of water and a clean washcloth, his head bowed deferentially. He looked every bit the quiet, dutiful servant, his steps light and measured as he crossed the plush carpet.
RAVENThe doors burst open, and the royal healer rushed into the chamber, his leather satchel slung over his shoulder and two young assistants trailing frantically behind him."My Prince! Step back, please let me examine him," the healer urged, his voice tight with urgency as he set his kit down on the bedside table.Eilis didn't move away. He stayed on his knees, his massive frame sheltering me, his hand locked tightly around mine. His thumb stroked my knuckles over and over, his pulse hammering so hard against his skin that I could feel it radiating into my palms. Wolves could smell deceit. A direct lie would make my pulse spike in a way Eilis would catch in a second. I couldn't speak a single false word to him."What happened?" the healer asked rapidly, pressing his cool fingers against the side of my neck to feel my pulse, then gently resting his palms against my bare, rounded stomach. “Attendant, speak clearly. What were his symptoms?"Eilis turned his head, his dark, sharp eyes
EILISThe wind at the high execution arena was bitter and sharp, whipping my cloak around my boots as I stood on the raised wooden dais. Below me, the stone courtyard was already filling up with pack elders, high-ranking officers, and warriors.In the center of the arena, bound to a iron post, sat the witch. His head hung low, the silver anti-magic chains clanking softly whenever he shifted."Everything is set, my Prince," my chief executioner reported, bowing his head as he approached. "The crowd is gathered. We await your word to bring down the blade."I stared down at the witch, my jaw clenching. Every instinct in my wolf screamed for vengeance. This creature had crossed into our territory and violated our borders. Leaving him alive was a vulnerability we couldn't afford.I am doing this to protect us, I reminded myself, my hand resting briefly on the hilt of my blade. I am doing this to clean the path for our child. So they never have to fear the shadows.I stepped up to the fro
RAVENMy feet barely made a sound as I hurried back through the passage. My hands were shaking, pressing against the cold, rough wall to keep my balance as my mind raced through everything Denis had laid out.A fake illness. A fake emergency.It was a dangerous gamble, but I didn't have a choice.The room was quiet and warm, the fire in the hearth still crackling softly, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my chest.I quickly scrambled onto the bed, pulling the thick duvets over my legs, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Every shadow in the room felt like a threat.A few moments later, the chamber door opened softly. I tensed, my fingers knotting into the bedsheets, but it was just Denis, with Calani trailing behind him.Calani looked stiff, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her expression was cold and guarded, the lingering frost from our last confrontation still hanging between us."Raven," Denis whispered, stepping closer to the bed while keeping an eye on the do
The next morning, I woke to the soft sound of Eilis moving quietly around the bed. I kept my eyes closed, forcing my breathing to remain deep and steady, pretending to be fast asleep. "Sleep, Raven," Eilis muttered softly under his breath, his warm fingers brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. "It's better if you stay in your room today. You don't need to witness this." I heard the click of the chamber doors as he stepped out, heading off to prepare the execution arena. He wanted a grand, public display to send a message to the entire kingdom. The moment his footsteps faded down the hall, I threw off the covers and swung my legs out of bed. The cool air hit my skin, sending a shiver through me, but there was no time to hesitate. My heart hammered against my ribs as I slipped out of my chambers using the hidden passage behind the tapestries—breaking the promise I had made to my guards to stay put. I moved quickly through the secret corridors, my eyes scanning every grate and
The morning did not bring the soft, golden light of a new beginning. As I sat by the window in my chambers, the silk of my morning gown felt like a shroud. My body still ached—a dull, rhythmic thrumming in my lower back and the sharp, stinging memory of the bite on my neck.I had survived the ball,
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
I was navigating the edge of the dance floor, trying to reach a pillar where I could disappear for a moment, when it happened.A servant, darting through the crowd with a heavy silver tray of crystal flutes, misjudged the turn.We collided.It wasn't a hard hit, but my body was a map of raw nerves a
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







