Mag-log inEvelynAs Alexander and I finally take one step after another down the hallway toward our Luna Ceremony, I’m overcome with emotion.This isn’t my first Luna Ceremony. That one was interrupted by Lucas leaving me for my best friend who he believed at the time was carrying his pup. That day ended with
“What?” he asks.I glance over my shoulder at my mom and Emma. They nod me on encouragingly.“We had an idea,” I tell him.He cocks his head playfully. “I thought it was David’s idea.”I smile. “Not the werewolf residence in the Royal City,” I clarify. Alexander responded quite neutrally to the conc
Evelyn“I think it’s a marvelous idea,” I say, only half-examining myself in the mirror. Mostly, I’m watching Emma’s face as she applies my makeup.“It’s a bold one,” she concedes.“I like it, too,” Mom says from behind me where she’s putting wildflowers in my braided hair.“Really?” Emma and I say
Evelyn“I want to talk about something embarrassing and traumatic,” I say when I find David in the archives.He doesn’t look up from his book. “Your sense of humor?” he teases.His joke does its job, and I smile. He looks up then, making sure his words had their intended effect. Our gazes meet, and
EvelynWhen I wake up the next morning, I want to cry at the sight of Alexander sleeping peacefully next to me. Any amount of time spent thinking I might never see him again is too much, and I’m still just so relieved I didn’t die falling off that cliff.That Lucas didn’t kill me for trying to escap
“A brace!” I cheer enthusiastically. “That’s so much better than the cast.”I turn toward Alexander, grinning. He looks equally as happy for me. Then his look turns reverent.“This is what we do,” he tells me. “Our mate bond heals us, and I know it will heal our kingdom, too. That’s why we should ha
“Even information?” she asks.She has been exiled from the palace for a month. Of course, I didn’t understand how dangerous that exile might be for a lycan in this current political climate.But maybe she discovered information that might be important to me about the rebel werewolves.I remain silen
I force another smile. “I know, but I forgot to tell Emma, and she already made the alterations. I promised I would at least show it to you.”I reach for my fork. Dinner, then sleep.“Are your hands shaking?” Alexander asks with concern.Dinner, then sleep. I just need to get through dinner, then th
I backhand him playfully on the shoulder as he passes, and he feigns being in pain.I think I’ll enjoy working with him.The archives is down a staircase similar to the dungeons but on the clear other side of the palace. It’s a lot like the Royal Library but five times as big and ten times as dusty.
EvelynI head down the hallway after Dr. Zorinski’s exam. It hasn’t been too hard to lie to Alexander about feeling ill while I’m mourning. Grief is its own kind of illness.Still, I was worried Dr. Zorinski would see right through it. I think I’ve convinced her that I might be sick, but nothing tha







