MasukIris’ POV
He is close to me now, so close that I feel the tension sizzling in the air. His words make no sense. I know what shifting means because I have read about it before. But as fiction. This…It can’t be.
“My body does not call out to yours,” I say calmly, even if no part of my inside is calm. Darian’s presence fills every bit of me. So dark. So alluring.
His gaze lingers on that spot in my neck again, but this time, he allows his fingers to graze it slowly. When I touch it, I feel pain, but when Darian does, the feeling is different, like I am floating and can trust him to catch me if anything goes wrong.
My eyes flutter close as a lone finger traces the edge of the mark, as my body quivers under his touch, aching for more.
"Your lips say one thing," he whispers, his warm breath shooting straight into my ears. "But your body says another. What more proof do you want?"
I pull myself away from his arms, even though every inch of me wants to return to them. Instead, I walk over to the window, pressing myself against the glass to keep my feet from crossing to the other side of the room, where he stands, watching me with an unreadable expression.
“You’ve had a harsh night. You should rest more. I’ll leave you to it.”
“I don’t want to rest,” I shoot back. “I need to understand. If you’re a Lycan, then this mark…you bit me?”
“I marked you,” he asserts.
“What?”
“It was an accident.”
“Oh! Wow! What an explanation. So, what? Your teeth slipped and fell on my skin?”
The unreadable expression on his face is gone in a second. Instead, staring back at me is a mask of steel. "Don't push it, Iris," he warns coldly. "You called for me. You were in pain. I had to do something. You should be thankful you're not dead."
“I never asked for any of this. All I wanted was a nice anniversary dinner with my boyfriend. But now, I am marked by some Lycan, which is the most confusing shit I have heard in all twenty-two years of my life. And you don't even say sorry. Instead, you…"
“I don’t do apologies…” he interrupts.
I am on the other side of the room before I realize the reason I pressed myself against the glass in the first place. "Then what do you do, Darian? Mark accidentally? Hide girls up in your house?"
That’s all it takes for him to snap, for that cold wall to fall apart, revealing the fierceness within. Before I can blink, he’s standing in front of me, breathing the same air.
"Do not think I am harmless, Iris." His voice is reduced to a purr. A scary one. "You just got introduced to my world. You have no idea who I am, what I am holding back."
His words should send me out of this room. Instead, I find myself inching closer. I hate how much I want him right now.
"What are you holding back?" I whisper, fitting myself perfectly into his frame. It feels like something else has taken over, like I am having an out-of-body experience. "Show me."
The mark on my neck burns as Darian cups the side of my face. He brings his thumb to my bottom lip, just as he leans in. I can feel his breath hovering above my mouth.
“Darian…”
His other hand ensnares my waist, leaving me with nowhere else to go. Yet, I don’t feel trapped. A tiny whimper fall from my lips. It feels natural, like an extension of my body.
Darian's eyes darken as he moves impossibly closer, and just then…
Bang! Bang!
He pushes away from me abruptly, his entire body going rigid just as my hand flies to the mark, shielding it away from view.
The door pushes open, and another familiar face walks in. Darian’s brother. Zeus. They have almost the same reputation.
"You sent for me," he murmurs, barely moving his lips, an amused expression dancing in his eyes. "Although I don't think you need me right now, considering…"
“Shut up, and send for her best friend. Ask the soldiers to see them out of the haven.”
And without a second glance in my direction, Darian walks out of the room. Zeus doesn't give me the attention of the day, too, stalking off after his older brother, and leaving me in the silence.
Huffing, I plop onto one of the stylish couches, burying my head in my hands. I am still trying to wrap my head around everything that has happened in the last twelve hours when the door pushes open again.
My heart picks up when I think it is Darian, but Daisy's voice follows a second later.
"Oh my God!" she squeals, even though it comes out as a whisper. "I can't believe I just saw Zeus McAlister in flesh. The moon goddess sure took her time making him, because that is one fine specimen. But that's by the way. Iris, what the hell are you doing in the Lycans’ Haven?”
I have gotten so used to the quiet in this place that Daisy's arrival in all her rainbow colors burns my ears out.
I stare at her blankly. I only got to know that this place was called that less than an hour ago.
“Did you know that only those personally invited by the Lycan family get to see these walls?" she continues in her excited tone. "I have never even been in here before. No one at the school has. Yet, on the first day you shift, you magically find yourself here! Girl!"
"That is not all." I allow my hand to fall from the mark on my neck, and this time, Daisy screams for real.
“What in the name of twilight is this?”
“Darian said he marked me. Accidentally.”
“Of course, I know what a mark is when I see one,” she goes off, fanning herself with her hand dramatically. “But how did you end up getting marked by the Lycan prince?”
IRISI grip the wooden staff tighter, feeling it thrum with every movement I make. Grandfather watches me from across the training yard, arms folded, his eyes sharp as ever. “Again,” he says. “Faster. Strike with purpose, not hesitation.”I pivot, swing, and jab. My muscles scream, but I push through. The staff clicks against his own with a precision that makes my teeth grit. “Better,” he nods. “Your footwork is clean, Iris. Again.”We move in a rhythm now, attack and counter, a loop that makes sweat sting my eyes. I’m improving fast and I even notice it. Grandfather’s brow lifts slightly each time I anticipate his strike. “You’ve got talent,” he says, and for a split second, pride warms my chest. “Better than I expected.”I smirk. “Told you I wasn’t useless.”He chuckles low. “You’re far from useless. But talent without control is dangerous.” His voice is calm, steady, like it always is, but there’s that edge underneath, the one I’ve felt my entire life. “Ten more rounds. Make me see
ADRIANThe dining hall still smells like wine and tension.Everyone’s pretending the spill didn’t happen. The servants are scrubbing at the stain like it’s a sin they can erase, but the red only spreads deeper, darker. My brother’s laughter still echoes faintly in my ears, sharp, strained, nothing like him.I watch Zeus storm out before dessert even hits the table, shoulders tight, jaw locked like he’s holding back something dangerous.Something’s wrong.I feel it in my bones.I give it a minute before I follow, rising from my seat. “Excuse me,” I mutter, ignoring Father’s questioning look. The moment I’m outside, the air hits cold against my face. I spot Zeus’s silhouette already halfway down the corridor, moving like a shadow with purpose.“Zeus!” I call out.He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down.“Zeus!” I try again, louder. “You’re not gonna pretend that didn’t just happen, are you?”He keeps walking. The bastard’s acting like I’m air.Something in me snaps. I quicken my pace,
ZEUSThe night breathes in silence. The Haven always does before blood is spilled.I move through the marble corridors like a ghost, every footstep measured, my heartbeat steady. The servants pass me, heads bowed. None of them look twice. They know better. In my jacket pocket sits a tiny glass vial.Vallora.Odorless. Tasteless. The quietest of killers. Conan said five drops were enough to stop a heart, but I brought seven because I’ve seen the King’s strength, the stubborn pulse of his Lycan blood. He will not die easily.The vial feels warm between my fingers as I pull it out in the kitchens.A single candle burns in the corner, throwing amber light over the copper pots and clean silverware. The cooks have already finished the evening meal. I made sure of it. I told them I wanted to “serve my father personally” to show respect.They looked thrilled. The dutiful son, stepping up at last.Idiots.The kitchen smells of roasted meat and herbs. There’s a jug of wine waiting, half full.
ZEUSI walk into the high vaulted foyer of the Haven, with my boots thudding softly against the polished stone floor. My mind is a spiral of purposeful thoughts, each one sharpened like a dagger aimed at the heart of the throne room. I tell myself Daisy doesn’t mean anything. I tell myself she’s done. I tell myself that the flicker of something I felt when she screamed at me, when I kissed her was just the residue of a game. She was a pawn and I’m done with her now. I need to move on. The world will bend beneath me soon.Darian is out of town. The conglomerate packs had trouble, the usual rogues, raiding, chaos. Perfect. He’s away and our father, the Lycan King, is off consulting outlying territories. He’s trusting. Relaxed. Thinking his heir will never lift a finger. He’s wrong. By the time Darian returns, the throne will be mine. All mine. This is the next phase. The plan Adira and I have crafted. Calculated, precise. A whisper, then a collapse.I pause at a corridor intersection
DAISYI stomp away from Adrian without a backward glance, my boots pounding hard against the cracked pavement outside the school. His voice trails behind me, light and teasing, but I’m beyond caring. His words bounce off me like water off stone, but the ache inside won’t let me forget the bombshell he just dropped. Adira. Zeus. Together. After everything.My fists clench and unclench, fingers scraping the rough fabric of my jacket, trying to hold myself together. But the tension in my chest tightens, a coil snapping inside my ribs. I round the corner near the bleachers, searching for a quiet spot, somewhere to catch my breath.The world spins, and I lean against the cold brick wall. My vision blurs as the tears break through—soft sobs, barely audible, trembling with betrayal and confusion. I’m alone. Iris isn’t at school today, and the chaos inside me needs somewhere to go. I can’t call her. I don’t know who else to turn to.A shadow falls over me.“Daisy.”I flinch but don’t look up.
DAISYThe sun is way too bright for someone like me, whose morning started with three hours of homework, a burnt piece of toast, and a caffeine crash halfway to school. I drag myself into the courtyard, my bag slung over one shoulder, clutching a book that definitely isn’t for class.Of course, Adrian McAlister is exactly where I expect him, sprawled out on the stone ledge near the fountains, looking like he walked straight out of a YA fantasy novel. Lazy smirk, perfectly messy hair, and a phone in his hand like it’s his lifeline.“Look who finally decided to show up,” he says, barely glancing up. “I was starting to think you’d joined some cult or something.”“I did,” I say, dropping my bag with a thud. “We worship books and drink iced coffee instead of Kool-Aid.”He raises an eyebrow. “I think I’ve read that book.”“Probably didn’t finish it.”“You wound me.”I sit down beside him, careful not to get too close, and hold up the book for him to see; A Court of Fang and Foolish Decision







