LOGINEvelynI walk from the bathroom to my dresser in my usual state of undress. This time, I have my recent shower to blame.Emma worked me hard when we trained this morning. She kept teasing me that I’m getting soft spending so much time in her brother’s bed instead of on the mat.I pointed out that it
EvelynI couldn’t say how many days it’s been. All I know is that my wound is healed, and I got the sign off from Dr. Zorinski to be more active.Alexander and I have certainly been taking advantage of that.I wake up like I have been every morning: Alexander and I snuggling, one of us hard, the oth
EvelynI wake up in the hospital wing attached to an IV. My stab wound is bandaged back up. My stomach sinks at the sight of both as I put it all together.Alexander was fine. I’m clearly not. It was some sort of false alarm.I’m still dying.“Hey, sweetie.” I turn toward the sound of Alexander’s vo
EvelynI wake up to a sliver of light cracking through the curtains like I’ve slept all night and into the next day. Part of me is sad to have slept away so much of my last remaining hours, but I also know there’s nothing to be done about it now.I stretch out my arms, sitting up and rolling my shou
Alexander grips my shoulders tightly, less with affection and more with the fear of losing me. I grip his jacket just as steadfastly.I really need to get back to bed. I hate that my days outside are over—because I know now that they are. I’d like to squeeze every second out of this last ever outing
EvelynAlexander looks out over the water as the river carries us back the way he rowed, slowly drifting past the dock where we started off. He looks out at the people walking by on shore. He gazes down at our intertwined hands, kissing mine over the gloves.He doesn’t look me in the eye.“Do you no
EvelynOn the day I’m supposed to meet my dad, one week after Alpha Jackson’s visit where he secretly passed me the note, Emma joins breakfast with me and Alexander, uninvited and interrupting our flirtation. She pouts about not getting any time with me and complains that Alexander is being selfish
EvelynI confided in Emma after Alexander left to investigate the guards who were killed. It’s too dangerous with the rebel werewolves targeting me to use Alexander’s absence to escape, so I was stuck sitting in his room, worrying for his safety.Emma assured me he would be okay, but I could tell sh
AlexanderMarcel is terrified.I do my best to block out his thoughts, though it’s nearly as taxing to actively not pay attention to his thoughts as it is to have them swirling in my brain. My sword is already drawn as my Beta and I step between the bodies of my fallen guards.Or at least what’s lef
Marcel walks in to a pouting Evelyn while I button her pants, still shirtless myself. Marcel’s gaze dips to the tent in my pants before avoiding that general area very obviously.I’m the King. Evelyn’s my shikra. My Beta can deal.“Marcel,” I greet him as I stride over to my desk. “I have a letter I







