LOGINKainGarrick's wild scream filled the air. "Who?" His hands shook as he reached for the cloth. "Who did this?" Astoria sobbed. "Masked men broke into the nursery. They said it was payment for what you did to the girl. An eye for an eye! I warned you, Garrick! Now because of you, our son is dead!” The chamber erupted again, but this time in horror rather than shock.Thor did this. I knew it without being told. He'd killed an infant.And somewhere in the part of my brain that was still functioning, I understood why. If Tova died, Thor would have lost his only family. His sister, who he'd protected his whole life.So he'd taken Garrick's family in return.Good. Jax was laughing.The sound was wrong, tinged with something that might have been hysteria. Everyone turned to stare at him."Jax," Alpha Francis hissed. "Stop."But Jax couldn't seem to stop. He laughed until tears ran down his face, until his whole body shook with it."What is wrong with you?" one of the Alphas demanded."D
KAINThe summons came at dawn.A formal scroll delivered by council guards. The Council of Alphas requires your immediate presence. All three heirs of Wild Fangs must attend. This is not optional.I stood in my study, still wearing yesterday's clothes. I hadn't slept nor eaten. I spent the night coordinating search parties that kept coming back empty.Lira was still missing."What do you think it is?" Jax asked from the doorway. He looked worse than I felt—eyes bloodshot, knuckles split and scabbed, his shirt stained with what might have been blood or dirt or both."I don't know." I set the scroll down.Riven appeared behind Jax, pale and drawn. Since the interrupted coronation, we'd become pariahs. The visiting Alphas who'd come to witness our triumph were now witnesses to our disgrace. "We should go," Riven said. "Whatever it is, we need to face it."The council chamber was in the oldest part of Wild Fangs territory, a massive stone building that predated even my grandfather's ti
DESMOND’S POVI stood in my quarters at the guest house, looking out the window at Wild Fangs territory spread below, and allowed myself a small smile.I'd sent my warriors as cover to maintain appearances. But I'd given them clear instructions to search just thoroughly enough to look legitimate, but not so thoroughly that they might actually stumble onto something useful.They'd followed orders perfectly.It was almost too easy.I turned from the window and poured myself a drink. Good whiskey. I was so close now. So close to everything I deserved.The concerned friend and cousin act had worked beautifully. Kain trusted me completely. He'd given me access to everything.The fool had made it so easy.A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts."Enter."One of my men stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind him."My Lord. Everything's arranged. The council meeting is confirmed for three days from now.""Good. The photos?""Distributed to all key members. Along with documentat
Lira I stopped counting the hours.Time meant nothing in this concrete tomb. Day and night weren't any different. All that existed was the mark's glow and the certainty of death approaching.I lay on the cold floor, not bothering to cover myself anymore. What was the point? They'd already seen everything. Already taken photos to distribute to the council, to the brothers, to anyone who needed proof that I was exactly what the prophecy warned about.A curse wrapped in human skin.The mark blazed against my chest. Three interlocking crescents pulsing in rhythm with my failing heartbeat.Let it glow. Let everyone see. I was done pretending.Guards came periodically. Opened the door, checked that I was still alive, and left without a word. Their faces showed disgust. Fear. Sometimes a detachment that was worse than hatred.None of them brought food.None of them brought water.I was being left to die slowly. Or maybe they just didn't care whether I lived or died before the execution.My
Lira Footsteps returned. Lighter this time. Astoria entered alone."You could have just done what Garrick wanted," she said quietly. "Could have spied for him and given him information. It wouldn't have been this hard."I didn't respond.Astoria sighed. "Not that you had much choice. They're not the type to listen when you say no." She gestured at the food the woman had left. "Eat something. You'll need your strength."For what? I wanted to ask. For dying?She left without another word.I didn't touch the food.The fever worsened.I felt my body temperature spike. Dropping and climbing in waves that left me shaking. The mark burned hotter than ever.I looked down and saw it clearly now, glowing through my dress fabric.No hiding it anymore.The moonshade was completely gone from my system. Whatever suppression I'd been maintaining through sheer will had failed. And with it came other changes.I could feel something happening to my body. My eyes felt strange. My scalp tingled. Even
LIRAA rough, jarring motion sent pain shooting through my body with every bump and sway.I tried to open my eyes. Couldn't at first. My eyelids felt glued shut. I forced them open and immediately regretted it.Darkness. The air was stale. I was in some kind of enclosed space. A moving van.I tried to sit up and discovered my hands were bound again. Not with silver chains this time—just rope. Tight enough to cut into my wrists but not tight enough to prevent all movement.My ankles were bound too. I was lying on my side on a hard metal floor. Every time the van hit a bump, my body lifted slightly and crashed back down.The pain was everywhere. The silver burns from before had scabbed over but still hurt with every breath. My face still throbbed where someone had struck me.The mark burned like someone had pressed hot coals against my skin.I looked down, squinting in the darkness. Even without light, I could see it. A faint silver glow emanating from beneath my dress. The three inte







