LOGINMISSYI fastened the necklace at my throat and watched Silver Crest repair itself beneath my window.Warriors crossed the courtyard with bandaged arms. Servants carried linens, water, and crates of supplies. Someone had begun rebuilding the eastern wall, though the hammering sounded distant enough to ignore.The pack was recovering.So was I.Before the coup, people had sought my opinion. Invitations arrived before I needed to ask. Women saved me a place at their tables. Warriors treated me with respect because they believed I might one day stand beside Nikolai.Now, every conversation circled back to Anaiyah.The abused Crescent Omega had become the woman everyone wanted to see, praise, or protect. She stood beside Nikolai during crises. She helped wounded warriors. She listened to grieving families.She had not even tried to claim the space.She had simply occupied it.My fingers tightened around the necklace.The coup changed everything, but it had exposed something useful: frighte
NIKOLAII shut the chamber door behind me, and the corridor noise finally stopped.Anaiyah stood beside the window. She didn’t speak when I approached. She looked at my hands first, then my shoulders, then my face. She saw more than most people did without demanding permission.“That bad?” she murmured.“Worse. They came prepared to defend themselves, not to find the person responsible.”She held out her hand.I crossed the room and took it.Her fingers closed around mine. The simple contact loosened something I had carried through the entire council meeting.“You look exhausted,” she murmured.“I have survived worse than a room full of suspicious Alphas.”“I didn’t say you wouldn’t survive it.”The answer stopped me.I looked down at our joined hands. “The attack exposed weaknesses I should have seen.”“Recognizing a weakness isn’t the same as failing.”“It is when people were hurt before I recognized it.”“You can grieve that without deciding it makes you incapable.”Her thumb moved
ORIONThe archives smelled like dust, old leather, and every problem nobody wanted to solve.I dropped the battlefield inventory onto the records keeper’s desk. Pages slid across the wood, creating a small cloud of dust across the inkwell.“Good evening,” I greeted. “I’m hoping these books cooperate better than the Alphas.”The records keeper, an older man named Pell, looked up from a ledger. His eyes were tired, but his hands stayed steady. “I heard the council meeting ended poorly.”“Poorly is generous. Roderick nearly started a war over crossbow bolts.”“That sounds familiar.”“It’s why I’m here.”I spread the inventory across his desk. Three bundles of recovered weapons had been brought in after the coup: eastern blades, Westmere crossbow components, and Red Vale ammunition. Each carried a different territory’s mark. Each had been found among the attackers.“Original supply records,” I instructed. “Not the summaries Nikolai’s council reviewed.”Pell studied the pages. “You think t
NIKOLAIThe council chamber smelled of old wood, ink, and people trying not to look guilty.I entered without greeting anyone.Maps covered the long table. Security reports sat in uneven stacks beside casualty lists. Three allied Alphas occupied the seats along the right side, while their representatives lined the opposite wall. Every face held the proper expression—concern, outrage, regret.None of it mattered while Cassian remained free.I took the chair at the head of the table.“Who supplied the attackers?”No one answered.Alpha Roderick broke first. He sat forward, scarred hands braced against the polished wood. “Your patrol changes were compromised. An outside force could not have known the eastern opening without help from inside Silver Crest.”“That is a possibility,” I replied.“A possibility?” Roderick’s voice sharpened. “They entered through a route only your guards use.”Representative Elara of Westmere folded her hands. “The eastern territories requested records of Silve
ANAIYAHThe silence after the coup felt wrong.Only hours earlier, alarms, claws, and weapons had filled Silver Crest. Now broken blades lay across the courtyard, blood darkened the stone, and smoke drifted through gaps in the damaged walls.Healers carried wounded warriors toward the infirmary. A woman searched between the bodies, calling for her brother until two guards caught her shoulders and guided her away. Exhausted sentries leaned against the walls, their clothes torn and their faces gray with fatigue.Nobody celebrated.Silver Crest had survived, but survival didn’t feel like victory.I stepped around a fallen spear and noticed a warrior sitting against the west wall. Someone wrapped his arm with a strip of torn cloth while he clenched his teeth against the pain. His eyes followed every person who passed, searching for a familiar face.A few feet away, another guard knelt beside a dead wolf and pressed his forehead against the warrior’s shoulder.I looked away only when my ch
NIKOLAIAfter the unknown warrior disappeared into the trees, I sent Anaiyah toward the inner compound with two trusted guards. She hated leaving me, but silver-gold light still trembled beneath her skin, and wounded wolves needed help.“I’m not helpless,” she snapped.“I know. You’re exhausted.”“That isn’t the same thing.”“No. It’s the reason I’m asking you to go.”Her eyes narrowed, but she glanced toward the injured warriors being carried through the gates. Concern won.“Come back,” she warned.“I will.”She left with the guards. I remained outside with Orion, finishing the retreat of Cassian’s coalition forces.For several minutes, the battlefield settled into uneasy silence. Then Draven snarled.‘Inside.’The first alarm rose from the outer territory. A second answered from within Silver Crest.I stopped near the broken eastern gate. Cassian wasn’t attacking in one direction. He was making my walls turn against me.Shouting erupted from the compound. A guard sprinted through th







