LOGINWaiting was the part I'd never learned, so I didn't. I forwarded Alarick's sworn statement to Hayley instead.She called back inside ten minutes, and she didn't bother with hello."I've read it twice," she said, "and I need you to hold still while I'm angry, because there's a lot and it's load-bearing.""Hayley—""Failing wolf. Yes. I documented that. Exhaustion, weight loss, disrupted sleep, bond deterioration, panic episodes, every word of it's in my records because I wrote my records properly." Her breath came short down the line. "Now find me the page where I wrote that your judgment was impaired. Find the line where any healer, anywhere, ever, wrote that Meredith Benic couldn't understand a decision put in front of her. It doesn't exist, Mer. A sick body is not an incompetent mind, and he's welded the two together and sworn to it in front of a King.""He had the messages I sent him. The healer's notes I forwarded—""Which makes him a man with a folder, not a doctor." She bit eac
MeredithThe bond felt different when I woke.Usually Kieran bled through it whether he meant to or not, his temper, his worry, the low hum of him moving somewhere in the house. This morning it sat quiet and even, like a room with the door pulled shut, and when I reached for it I found only calm laid over the top of something I couldn't get under.After yesterday, I actually understood why. He'd promised to fight this beside me instead of around me, so now he was holding the wolf back, keeping all that fear pressed down where it couldn't lean on my choices. It cost him. I could feel that much through the seams.I lay there a moment longer than I needed to, oddly grateful for it.Then I got up, because we had five days, and I'd already decided how I was spending the first one. The crown was sitting in the capital deciding which version of that letter to believe, and I wasn't going to wait at my own window while strangers voted on my marriage. If two letters existed, one of them had
KieranThe crown hadn't laid a finger on us yet, and Silverthorn was already bleeding by morning.The ultimatum had gone through the coalition channels overnight, quietly, the way that kind of thing always travels, and by the time the sun was up our partners had started pulling their arms in close. Silas brought it to me before I'd finished dressing."The Harrow medicine run's been held," he said. "Not cancelled. Held. Their steward sends regret and says the roads are 'uncertain' this week.""The roads are fine.""The roads are coalition-controlled, Alpha, and that's the point he's making without making it." He didn't look up from his tablet. "And Ostmark's put a line in writing. If the Luna refuses the crown, they won't risk their standing keeping our route open. They'd sooner lose our trade than lose the King's good opinion."So it began without a single sanction signed. A shipment we needed sitting on someone else's dock, a road that might close, partners who'd smiled at me a week
MeredithI turned on him before the word had finished leaving his mouth.I'd been drawing breath to answer the summons myself, and he'd said it over the top of me, the way a man does when fear has got to his tongue ahead of his sense."No to what," I said, low, mindful of the room. "The hearing, or the part about me?""You don't walk into the capital without Silverthorn at your back." His voice stayed level, but the bond carried what his face wouldn't, the wolf pushing right up under it, restless and afraid. "Not when they've written down plainly that they mean to cut you off from every wolf who'd stand for you."Castien didn't step in. He watched us, and I understood why. How Kieran handled me telling him no was worth more to the crown than anything I'd say in an interview.So I took the phone out of Kieran's hand and read the conditions for myself.Then I looked at Castien. "How long would I be under this protection?""Until the inquiry closes.""And if I wanted to leave the capital
KieranI stood a stride from the closed door and did not move.Silas waited near me, saying nothing, watching the royal guards the way I was watching the door.I wouldn't pace. I wouldn't give the King's men the pleasure of seeing the Rogue Alpha wear a track in his own floor while his wife answered questions he wasn't allowed in the room to hear.My side pulled under the bandage each time my weight shifted, so I stopped shifting it.The door was heavy, and it gave me nothing. A chair moving. Low voices, hers and his, the shapes of words without the words. I stood in it and breathed slow and let my wolf press up under my skin without letting it any further.A woman standing beside her husband will always say what keeps the peace at her own table.That was the line I kept coming back to. It sat wrong in me, because whatever else Meredith was, she had never once opened her mouth to keep a peace. Not for Alarick. Not for her father. Not for me, who'd had the sharp end of her tongue more
AlarickThe word came just after midday, and I read it twice to be sure I had it right.The crown had opened an inquiry into Silverthorn. Officially. An envoy already sent, already through Croft's gate and asking questions under the King's own seal.I set the phone down and breathed out for what felt like the first time in a week. Finally. Somebody with the weight to do it was looking at the thing I'd been shouting into empty air about, and Croft was going to have to stand there and answer for it.I poured myself a drink and let a hard little smile sit on my face while I did it.Clover called before I'd finished it."You've heard," she said. Not a question."I've heard." I couldn't keep it out of my voice. "It's about time one of them—""Don't celebrate yet." She was clipped, talking fast. “The envoy will sit with her, and you know Meredith. She'll look him dead in the eye and swear all of it was her own idea, the marriage, the mark, every bit, and he'll believe her, because she's goo
MeredithKieran’s words hung in the air like a sentence already passed.We leave for Silverthorn at dawn.The arrangement wasn’t just ink and blood and arguments anymore. I was actually going to leave with him. The reality of it settled over the room like weight pressing down on everyone standing t
Meredith Kieran Croft. The name wouldn’t stop repeating in my head. Stories came with it, the kind whispered across territories when people thought no one important was listening. The Rogue Alpha. The leader of Silverthorn who’d been accused of betraying the coalition. The man other packs avoi
MeredithSix days had passed since I agreed to the arrangement, and I still didn't know the Alpha's name.I'd spent those days imagining every possible kind of man my father could have hidden from me. Old and desperate for an heir. Cruel and looking for someone he could control. Politically dangero
MeredithThe Benic estate looked exactly the way I remembered it. Grand iron gates, sprawling gardens that someone else maintained, and the main house rising three stories high with windows that caught the late afternoon sun. I'd grown up here, spent eighteen years learning how to be the perfect da







