LOGINVARULThe quill was heavy in my hand, the wet black ink leaving dark, jagged initials across the bottom of another trade shipment manifest.I dipped the feather back into the well, my knuckles already stiff from hours of mind-numbing paperwork. Wall. Timber, iron rivets, extra grain stores, and heavy canvas for the builders working at Linewatch.The rebuilding was coming along. Weeks after the wall collapsed, there still hadn't been a single report of another attack from the blue creatures. No strange tracks in the snow.So far, everything was peaceful—even after the little hiccup that was Lord Halvar’s sudden death.I leaned back in the carved oak chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I stared at the stack of parchment waiting on my desk. The council had unanimously marked his death as collateral. The death of an Alpha during a primal ritual like the High Hunt was hardly uncommon. When the blood moon rose, everyone became feral. Beasts took over and blood was spilled in the dark. I
SIGRUNA sudden, sharp click of the iron latch shattered my sleep.My eyes snapped open, my heart instantly leaping into my throat. The hearth fire had burned down to a mound of glowing crimson embers, casting long, shadowy fingers across the high stone walls. The room had grown cold. I had no idea how many hours had passed, but my eyes felt heavy, my tongue dry and thick.I must have fallen asleep waiting for him.Panic and instinct surged at once. I tried to sit up quickly, but as my body shifted, my bandaged right foot caught on the heavy fur coverlet. A sharp, searing bolt of pain shot straight up my ankle, ripping a jagged gasp from my throat."Ah—" I winced, sucking in a shuddering breath and clamping my teeth over my lower lip as I dragged myself upright against the pillows.The heavy oak door swung shut, sealing the midnight chill into the room.Varul stood in the entry, framed by the faint amber glow of the dying fire. He was dressed for the grand festival, clad entirely in h
SIGRUNMy skin pricked with nervous goosebumps, and my chest felt ridiculously tight.Darren, who had spent the last several hours standing motionless near the door, straightened his spine to full height as heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed up the winding stone stairs of the royal wing.The door opened.Varul filled the threshold, clad in his signature black tunic, smelling intensely of wild woods, winter rain, and blood. His massive shoulders practically spanned the frame. Dark mud crusted his riding boots, and his long hair was wild and damp.Darren immediately bowed his head in submission. "My Alpha," he grunted softly, his voice low and concise. "Orasmus attended to the Luna a while ago. He said it is She is to remain off it for two weeks." Then his voice turned even more sober. "My deepest apologies, Alpha, for not fulfilling my duty to watch over the Luna."Darren's words caused more heat to suffuse my cheeks. I couldn't help feeling like an errant child who'd caused the adults
SIGRUNElara dropped into the wooden chair beside my settee, her cheeks slightly flushed, though she hastily smoothed her silk skirts with suspicious intensity."That is Darren, Elara. The Alpha's Beta," I said, my invisible whiskers twitching with curiosity as I watched them both.Given the...tension, I felt some sort of introduction was necessary. I just realized that although Elara had visited the castle many times, she'd never seen Darren—come to think of it, I don't think she'd ever actually met Varul either.Darren said nothing to acknowledge my attempt at introduction, even though I was quite sure that he'd heard it."Right," Elara whispered frantically, taking a seat on the chair and grabbing my cup of chamomile tea to take a huge sip that I could only identify as an attempt at fortification."Ooh, this tastes nice," she added as an afterthought, peering into the cup like one would examine the nutritional content on the packet of a tasty snack. I found Elara's distracted, easy
SIGRUNThe stone walls of Pillak Towers had never felt so suffocating.I sat on the edge of a carved velvet settee in the royal wing’s private lounge, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, staring blankly at the roaring fire in the hearth.The room was warm, yet a bone-deep chill refused to leave my skin. My injured foot rested elevated on a plush velvet ottoman.The royal pack healer, a pleasant middle-aged man in wire-framed spectacles named Orasmus, who’d supposedly had to rush down from the Staging Camp to attend to me, had come and gone hours ago while the sky was still dark. He’d bounded my swollen, purple ankle in thick linen soaked in bitter willow salve—a procedure he’d explained to me while he worked.We’d both pretended to act like there hadn’t been an approximately six-foot-two Beta with a furious scowl standing watch by the door, silent disapproval oozing out of him in waves.Darren hadn't left his post for a single second. It was as though he thought I would try to sneak out
SIGRUN“Varul…” I sobbed out, my voice trembling against the freezing air. “Varul, you came—”I reached out a shaking, mud-stained hand toward him.The moment my fingers drifted toward his muzzle, Siren’s upper lip curled back, exposing massive, bone-white fangs, and he let out a low, terrifying snarl that vibrated straight through my ribs and down into my bones.I froze, the breath catching hard in my throat.Siren stepped closer, looming over me like a towering shadow of death. His amber eyes weren't soft. They were burning with a terrifying mixture of feral rage and possessive fury. Under the crimson glare of the blood moon, there was no man behind those eyes. The moon had stripped away Varul’s human mind, leaving only the wild, apex predator—just like he had warned me.God, I’d been so stupid.I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my back flat against the rough, freezing bark of the pine tree, prepared for the absolute worst... for my head to be snapped clean off my body. I deserved i
I stopped just inside the doorway.And stared.“Oh.”It was all I had.Because apparently the North had looked at the concept of subtlety and collectively decided against it.The entrance hall was enormous.I’m talking cathedral enormous.My entire apartment building back in Brooklyn could have fit
The distant thunder of hooves was what pulled me out of my thoughts. The sound built gradually, rolling in from somewhere beyond the high stone walls like approaching weather. Rhythmic. Heavy. A lot of it. Conny, who had been fussing with something in the wooden chest behind me, froze. Then she s
Affecting a posture of regret, I bowed briefly. “I'm sorry for running away. I will make sure that doesn't happen again…” I couldn't help but add, “In the foreseeable future…Mother.” The queen narrowed her eyes at me, but she seemed to be satisfied with my reply because she raised her chin and nod
I was out of the bath even before I knew it. Conny and Rita's surprised exclaims of “Yer Highness!” faded into the background. I didn't care about the watery mess I'd made or about the embarrassing state of my undress. I'd missed her so much, so very much. “Mom! Oh my God, Mom!” I cried. She gave







