INICIAR SESIÓNSelena's POV"Someone get help!" I heard Kael scream from his wheelchair. I didn't know how long they ran but I felt Nia carry me in her hands, running to the pack hospital.The ceiling moved above me in pieces. Corridor lights, then dark, then the outside air cold against my face for a moment, then lights again. Someone's arms under my back and knees, running, the rhythm of it jarring through my body.Kael's voice is somewhere behind us. Fast. Giving instructions I could not fully track.Then the hospital.Bright lights. Hands I didn't recognize taking me from Nia. A surface under my back, hard and narrow. A mask over my face and something sharp in my arm and then the voices became one voice and then even that went somewhere I couldn't follow.---I came back in pieces.First sound. Machines, low and steady, the particular rhythm of something monitoring something else. Then light through my eyelids, more than the corridor had been. Then the specific cold of a hospital room that is ne
Selena's POV"My lady." Nia's voice came sharp through the dark. "Wake up."I was already sitting up before my eyes were fully open. Something in her tone cut through sleep completely."What happened?" I asked."The tray woman," Nia said, stepping into the room with the candle throwing light up her face. "One of the kitchen staff found her near the food preparation station twenty minutes ago. The one where your morning tray is assembled." She paused. "She was not supposed to be there. Her shift does not start for another three hours."I was out of bed before Nia finished the sentence."Where is she now?" I asked, reaching for my robe."Dave's men have her in the east corridor," Nia said. "They are waiting for instruction."I crossed to the connecting door and knocked twice. Hard.The door opened faster than it should have if Kael had been sleeping."The tray woman," I said. "She was found near my food preparation station in the middle of the night. Dave's men have her."His jaw tighte
Selena's POV"No," he said. "We never were."The office was quiet around us. The folder sat open on the desk between us with the name on it and I kept looking at it the way you look at something that has rearranged everything you thought you understood about where the danger was coming from."How long do you think they have been in position?" I asked."Three years minimum," Kael said. "The compound was made three years ago. Whatever role they play in this palace, they have had that long to make themselves indispensable. To make sure nobody looks at them.""Which means they are good at it," I said. "Nobody has looked at them in three years.""Until now," he said."Until now," I agreed. I sat back. "We cannot move on them yet.""No," he said. "Not until the clinic confirms the sourcing. If we move too early and the evidence is not airtight they walk free and disappear and we never find them again.""So we watch," I said."We watch," he said."And in the meantime they are still in this p
Kael's POV"Dave was in my office at seven."You look terrible," he said, setting two cups of coffee on the desk and dropping into the chair across from me."The visitor records," I said, ignoring that. "Tell me you started last night.""I started last night," he said. "I also slept for three hours so whatever I look like, you look worse." He pulled a folder from under his arm and opened it on the desk between us. "Three years of palace visitor logs. Everyone who came through the main gate, the staff entrance, the supplier entrance, and the east wing private access. Cross-referenced against the clinic head's preliminary notes on who would have had the knowledge to prepare that compound.""How many names?" I asked."On the full list, forty-seven," Dave said. "People who visited this palace in the six months before the attack three years ago with enough access and enough time inside the walls to store something." He turned a page. "Cross-referenced against the clinic's notes on preparat
Kael's POVThe maids came in quietly, the way good staff moved through a room — present without being intrusive, efficient without being rushed. Two of them, working around me like I was furniture they had learned the position of, collecting plates and folding the small cloth that had been laid across the table.I sat and let them work.The candle had burned low enough to be nearly done. The window showed nothing but dark and the distant lights of the kingdom below, a scatter of them across the valley, the kind of view I had stopped seeing somewhere in the last three years and was only now noticing again."Will you need anything else, Alpha?" the older of the two maids asked, pausing at the door with the tray balanced on one arm."No," I said. "Thank you."She dipped her head and they were gone, the door pulling shut softly behind them, and the study was quiet in the way it only was late at night when the rest of the palace had found its own silence.I looked at the table. Empty now,
Selena's POV"My lady," Nia called, holding a bag in her hands as she walked in."What's the matter, what's in the bag?" I asked, sitting up from the bed I had been lying on."Alpha Kael requests your audience in an hour," she said, setting the bag carefully on the dresser and beginning to open it. "He sent this."Inside was a dress. Deep burgundy, simple cut, nothing ceremonial about it. The kind of thing you wore when the occasion was personal rather than political."Did he say why?" I asked."Dinner," Nia said. "Just dinner. His study."I looked at the dress.In the ten days since the council session, we had fallen into a rhythm that was functional and productive and almost comfortable — morning briefings with Dave, council appearances twice a week, evenings reviewing the reports that came in from the border territories. We worked well together. We worked in a way that felt natural, which was stranger than the working itself.But we had not had dinner. Not like this."Help me get r







