Masuk"Wake up, little queen."
The words do not belong to me.
They do not belong to Adriel or Mitchell.
They are heavy, scraping hooks dragging me out of the pitch-black void.
My eyes snap open.
A blinding spike of white light punches through my skull.
The sound comes a millisecond later. It is a deafening, concrete-splitting roar that rattles the fillings in my teeth.
I bolt upright.
Betty POV"Get out of my way," I snap, shoving past a breathless maid in the corridor.The palace is in chaos. Everyone is running around like mindless servants, dropping linens and tripping over their own boots as they prepare for the upcoming banquet. I do not have time for their panic. My boots click sharply against the marble floor as I round the corner toward the royal wing.The heavy oak doors to Novalee’s chambers swing open. The king steps out into the hallway. His hands are empty. The massive garment bag containing her gown is gone, left inside.He stops dead when he catches sight of me. His jaw goes slack, his eyes widening in sudden shock.I do not give him the satisfaction of an explanation. I keep my chin high, offer a cold, rigid nod, and brush right past his shoulder. The tension between us is thick enough to cut, but I have a different target.I turn down the north corridor and push open the
Mitchell POV"We are going in circles, Mitchell. The mountain is fighting us."Ian stops dead on the narrow dirt track. He rubs his face, his palms leaving streaks of mud across his forehead. The air up here is thick, sour, and heavy with a dozen overlapping scents that lead absolutely nowhere. Every trail smells exactly like the last one. We have passed the same lightning-scarred pine tree four times in the last hour."I know," I say. My voice is a low rumble in my chest. "The track is looping. Something is bleeding into the air to mess with our noses."Ian leans his back against a massive boulder. His breathing is ragged. "Can we be trapped in a vortex? A witch loop?""That would explain why the summit keeps getting further away every time we climb," I say. I scan the dense treeline. The shadows between the trunks look too dark, too deliberate. "We are missing something right in front of us.""I will ask Treasure," Ian say
Novalee POV"Open the door, Novalee."My dad, the man I called my father for my entire life, stands outside the bedroom door. Only he is not my father. The man standing three inches from me is a random guard. The real king of the lycans is downstairs. And according to him, I am his daughter. I am the princess of the very pack that hunted my kind for centuries."I cannot open it yet," I say. My voice cracks against the heavy wood of the door. "Give me five minutes.""The king is already waiting in the Great Hall," Luka says from behind me. His large hand hooks around my waist, his palm burning hot through my thin cotton top. He pulls my back against his chest. I can hear the rapid thud of his heart. He is a lycan, and he can smell the sheer terror leaking out of my pores. "He is getting impatient, Novalee. The whole pack is waiting.""Let them wait," I whisper. I turn around in his arms, my fingers gripping the rough material of his collar. "Luka, y
Betty POV"Open the moon kingdom crate first," Novalee says, her fingers twitching against her faded skirts."The children are getting restless," Nina adds. She shifts a toddler from one hip to the other, her eyes darting toward the heavy oak door of the great hall. "If we do not give them something to look at, they will tear the tapestries down.""Let them try," Treasure says, leaning back against a stone pillar. She cracks her knuckles, one by one. "The guards need the exercise anyway."I do not look at the stack of velvet box linings or the mountains of gold silk ribbons piling up on the rug. My focus is entirely on the glowing white sphere resting in the palm of my hand. The moon stone is massive, easily the size of a grapefruit, and the moment my skin contacts the surface, a bright pulse of silver light shoots through my veins. It does not burn. It feels like ice water pouring into an open wound."You can store power inside it," Novalee whispe
Betty POV"The rogue lycans are lining up at the castle gates, Queen Betty."Leonardo' father hit the stone floor on both knees. His head stayed down. The heavy oak doors of the dining hall were still swinging behind him, clicking rhythmically against the frame.Adriel did not stop chewing his toast. He just watched the old man grovel."Get up," I said. My voice sounded thin. I had been asleep for forty-eight hours, and my throat felt like sandpaper. "Why are they at the gates? Is someone bleeding? Are the silver burns back?""No one is bleeding," Adriel said. He set his fork down with a sharp clink against the porcelain. He wiped his mouth with a linen napkin, his eyes fixed on me. "I put him in charge of the perimeter while you were out cold. The rogues you healed two days ago? They did not run back to the woods."I stared at him. The kids were sitting right next to me, their small hands gripping their silver spoons."They want to s
Mitchell POV"If she pleases you, your majesty. You are welcome to take her as your chosen one."The older woman's voice didn't waver.That was the sickening part.I didn't move. Didn't look at the woman standing in the tent entrance. I kept my eyes on the teenage girl trembling across from me, the food tray rattling in her grip hard enough that broth sloshed over the rim and hit the dirt floor in fat drops.She was going to drop it.I crossed the tent in four steps and caught the tray before it went.The girl flinched so hard she bit her own lip."Sit," I said.She didn't move."I am not asking you to do anything. Sit down before your legs give out."She sat on the edge of the nearest crate. Her knuckles were bone-white. Her eyes were fixed on a point somewhere near my boots, and she was breathing in short, shallow pulls that weren't getting her enough air.Fifteen. Maybe younger.
Betty’s POV"You are nothing but a broken genetic mistake, Betty, and you will not embarrass this family at the royal ball tonight."My father slammed both of his heavy fists onto the wooden kitchen table. The wood groaned under the impact, rattling the ceramic coffee mugs and sending a splash of d
Betty’s POV"You are going to frighten the locals if you keep projecting your scent like a weapon," I said.The stranger did not flinch. He stood by the rusted flank of the pack jeep, his frame blocking the driver-side door. His eyes were the sharp, smoked-gray of a non-royal Lycan, completely devo
Betty’s POV"Get on your knees, wolfless freak, or I will break your legs myself."Madeline’s voice sliced through the damp, heavy air of the Blue Claw storage pavilion. She was balanced on the balls of her patent-leather heels, her pink lips curved into a cruel, perfect line. In her manicured hand
Betty POV"Wake up and look at me," a voice commands from the darkness.The sound does not come from my ears. It vibrates deep inside the marrow of my bones. I am floating in a black, empty void. There is no floor. There is no ceiling. There is only a heavy, suffocating







