LOGINCELLAThe messenger arrives at midday, dressed in Ardentis colors I haven't seen this close in weeks, and something in my chest goes cold and still the moment Simon comes to fetch me from the corridor outside Aeden's room."He's asking for you by name." Simon's voice carries the particular carefulness of a man delivering news he suspects won't be welcome. "Says he comes from your father's court. Darian's granted him audience in the main hall, but he wanted you told first, in case you'd rather not attend.""I'll attend." I say it before I've fully decided it, though the moment the words leave me I know I mean them. Whatever my father wants, I would rather hear it directly than have it filtered through someone else's account of my own life.The man waiting in the main hall is older than I expect, silver-templed, dressed in the kind of understated finery that marks a senior courtier rather than a common envoy, and he inclines his head with exactly the correct depth of respect the moment
DARIANThe council hall empties slowly, elders trading low words as they file out, and I stay rooted at the head of the table until the last of them is gone and the only sound left is the fire settling in the hearth behind me. I should be doing something useful with the silence. Drafting a response to Fennick. Deciding who among the ranked officers even deserves consideration for second. Instead I find myself walking the length of the hall toward the east corridor, the one that leads nowhere I need to be, and I don't let myself examine why my feet have chosen that direction until I'm already standing outside her door.Crystal's door.No one has touched this room since she died. I told the staff to leave it, some order I gave without thinking too hard about what it meant, and now I stand in the doorway looking at a chamber that still smells faintly of the oil she used in her hair, a hairbrush left on the vanity as though she meant to come back for it. I don't go in. I never go in. I st
CELLABy the third day, Aeden still has not eaten.I have tried everything Mira suggested, broth cooled to lukewarm, bread torn small enough to require no real effort, even the dried meat Simon swears every wolf in this pack craves after a hard fight, and every offering meets the same result, Aeden turning his face away or, worse, flinching so violently at the sight of my outstretched hand that the bowl nearly ends up on the floor between us."Just a little." I keep my voice low, the same careful, steady tone I have used since that first terrible night, kneeling now at a distance I have learned, through trial and painful error, is close enough to offer and far enough not to trigger whatever raw nerve still governs his reactions to anything approaching too fast. "You don't have to eat much. Just enough to keep your strength up."He watches the bowl the way a cornered animal watches a threat, not hunger, not even curiosity, only wariness, and when I set it down on the floor within his r
CELLANight falls slow over the estate, the kind of slow that makes every hour feel stretched thin, and by the time the last of the guards has finished their rounds and Mira has quietly closed the antechamber door behind her, leaving only the two of us and the single lamp burning low on the table between our chairs, I understand for the first time just how long a night can be when you are afraid to close your eyes.Aeden has not moved from the cot in hours. He lies curled on his side, wrists still bound though Mira loosened the rope enough that it no longer bites into his skin, his eyes open and fixed on some middle distance that has nothing to do with the room around him. I have watched him breathe for so long now that I have started counting without meaning to, the rise and fall of his chest the only proof I have left that whatever came back through that seam with me is still, in some fundamental way, alive."You don't have to stay awake all night." I say it quietly, more to fill th
CELLAThe east wing smells of dust and old cedar, rooms clearly unused for longer than anyone bothered to explain to me, and I stand in the doorway of the chamber Simon has chosen while he and the other guard finish securing the shutters, watching them work with a growing unease I cannot fully name yet."This won't do." I say it before I have finished deciding I mean it, though the moment the words leave me I know they are true. "Iron bars on the windows. A single door with a lock on the outside. This is a cell, Simon, whatever anyone wants to call it."Simon straightens from the shutter latch, his face carefully neutral in the way of a man who has been given orders he does not necessarily agree with but has learned not to question aloud. "Alpha's instructions were isolated and secure, Lady Cella. This room has held difficult recoveries before. It's the safest option available on short notice.""Safest for who." I step further into the room, taking in the bare stone walls, the single
CELLAThe snarl that comes out of him does not sound like anything I have ever heard from Aeden before, not in anger, not in grief, not even in the worst of the nights when his control frayed thin around the edges of whatever the demon king's presence cost him. It comes from somewhere lower than his throat, something old and animal and entirely without the calculation that has defined every version of him I have known, and when I do not pull my hand back fast enough he lunges.I hit the scorched ground hard enough to drive the breath from my lungs, his weight pinning my shoulder for one terrible half second before Darian's arms close around him from behind and haul him backward with a strength that costs him visibly, both of them going down together in a tangle of limbs that has nothing gentle left in it."Aeden." Darian's voice is strained, urgent, pitched low the way you might speak to a cornered animal rather than a man. "Aeden, stand down. It's me. It's Darian."Aeden does not sta
CELLA'S POV"I am answering it. By surviving." He started walking, and I had no choice but to follow or be left behind. "I'm someone who knows how to stay alive. If you want the same, you'll come with me. If not..." He shrugged. "The forest is that way."I stood frozen, watching him walk away.He's
CELLA'S POVOmega.The word echoed in my skull like a death knell.I stared at the stranger, my mate, as he bowed and scraped before the armored guards, his voice taking on a pathetic, stumbling quality that made my stomach turn."A simpleton?" one of the guards sneered, circling him like a predato
CELLA'S POV"Don't let go," the voice came out again, but this time it was strained.“My eyes flew open. I couldn’t see who it was. Only a hand stretched out, keeping me from slipping.”I looked down, and all I saw was darkness beneath, and my heart sank as I swallowed hard.My fingers slipped, jus
CELLA’S POVThe moment my feet touched the muddy ground, I ran.Mud splashed up my legs as I moved, but I didn’t slow down. My heart raced, loud in my chest, and it felt like the nightmare again, except this time nothing was chasing me.This time, I was running because I chose to.After a few steps







