MasukJULIANThe blast of the Great Horn freezes the blood in my veins.No. The word forms in my mind before I can stop it, instinctive and useless. Not yet. Not now.My head snaps toward the window. My heart is doing something irregular and violent in my chest. I was expecting… I don’t really know what, but something to indicate that Avara had been rescued. A siren, sounds of alarm, chaos, anything of that sort before the sound of the Great Horn.I’ve been leaning against the window, pressing my ears against the wall. And yet, nothing. All I’ve met has been silence.But Kaeden is here, has been here for a while in a bid to get Avara.Why hasn’t he gotten to her yet? Or has he tried to do so and failed?The heavy oak doors swing open with a violent crash.My father stands there, silhouetted by the flickering torchlight of the corridor. He looks pristine, his silver coat sharp, his expression unreadable. Behind him, four high-ranking guards stand like statues."The moon is at its peak, Julia
SILASThe vibration of the Great Horn shudders through the floorboards of my office, a deep, mournful lowing that signals the start of the seventh night. At the sound of it, my fingers tighten around the rim of my glass.I turn toward the tall arched window, jaw set, and watch the darkness beyond the glass as the distant chorus rises and multiplies, wolves answering wolves across the grounds, across the treeline, the entire pack being drawn into the sacred call like iron shavings to a lodestone.Shit.I exhale slowly through my nose and allow myself a single moment of pure, private irritation.I had been certain. Absolutely, architecturally certain, that he was back at the pack, looking for Avara. I was certain that he would somehow, figure out that she was in my chambers with me. I prepared for it.I invited it.My gaze moves slowly across the room.The traps are still there. Still perfect. Still waiting and with them, the demons, Hollow Walkers, Lamashtus all set in place to make a
KAEDEN"Which means we need the move." Torin looks at me. "Now."I stand at the shadows of the clearing, looking up at the mansion, my mind resolved. As much as I desperately wish to play the saviour, I have to wait."We wait," I say.Torin's head comes up. "For?""We wait until they bring her out for the ceremony."Myra frowns. “But how does that make sense? You’re talking about going up to face a battalion, when we can choose a subtler approach. I mean, we might have a troop, but it’s barely enough to upend a battallion of werewolves on a full moon.”"Exactly,” Torin agrees. “He has her, Kaeden. Right now. If we storm the office, we end the head of the snake before it can bite.""And you don’t think that he has guessed that we might form that plan? The most obvious step to take? The easiest one? You think he hasn’t worked with the hopes that we might do so and fall straight into his trap?”I look at Myra, who is watching me with that strange expression she has borne ever since my in
KAEDENI move through the outer corridors like smoke, every step measured, every breath controlled, every sense stretched to its fullest reach, trying to make sure that I am not seen, a task that is proving to be very challenging.There are too many guards. Which means that he knows I am coming. Silas is a lot of things, but foolish is not one of them.The patrol rotations have been doubled, guards are littered across the lining, many of them already transformed into their wolf forms, ready for attack.I’d bet that many of them do not even know what they are lined up for. Which is what I can use to my advantage. Although my recent stunts in trying to retrieve Avara from her imprisonment might work against me in this respect. I should have just used magic.I press into the cold stone of the wall as two warriors cross the corridor ahead, their voices clipped and low. Perhaps it is not enough to just stay hidden, and my stunts may be ineffective this time around.I let a thread of magic
SILASI stand in my office, listening to the drums that started beating a few minutes ago, in commemoration of the Howling that will be commencing this evening.I adjust the clasp of my ceremonial coat and regard my reflection in the obsidian mirror mounted on the office wall. The coat is black silk, and threaded with dark silver sigils. In the lamplight the sigils shimmer faintly, shifting as I move, the way living things shift.I look exactly as I should tonight. Unquestionable. Immovable. The embodiment of an authority so complete and so long-established that challenging it should feel, to any rational mind, like challenging the ground beneath one's feet. I should feel this authority, should, in fact, feel somewhat triumphant at what I have planned to happen tonight.Instead, there is a cold, prickling sensation at the nape of my neck.Kaeden.He is here. Not in this room, not yet, but the air vibrates with his intent. He didn’t just storm out after our confrontation; he vanished w
JULIANThe silk of the unusually heavy ceremonial tunic feels like a funeral shroud.My attendants move around me with practiced, silent efficiency, smoothing the silver-threaded fabric over my shoulders,fingers moving across clasps and fastenings with the focused reverence of people who believe they are dressing a groom for the most sacred night of the pack's ceremonial calendar. One adjusts the collar against my throat. Another smooths the long sleeves down my forearmsOutside, the pack grounds are alive with the sounds of preparation. I can hear it even through the stone walls, the low, resonant pulse of the ceremonial drums beginning their first rhythms, in preparation for the Howling. Most of them have no idea yet, that there would be a non-mate claim between the daughter of the Alpha and the son of the Beta, even though the rumour is slowly spreading.Founder's Week. The final night.My wedding night.My stomach turns over with a slow, methodical revulsion that has been building
AVARA"The guards found him in the north corridor last night, behaving like an absolute madman," Julian scoffs. "Talking to the walls, chanting nonsense, screaming at shadows. They say he nearly collapsed before reaching his room. It seems that wherever he spent the past fifteen years have broken h
KAEDENThe air in the Silvermoon pack in tense and brittle as walk down the gravel path. I see them before they see me, groups of pack members lingering near the fountain, mothers watching their children, young warriors sparring in the distance. I deliberately keep my posture relaxed, my hands visi
KAEDENI stand by the window, trying to clear my head, which is still pounding as an aftermath of the battle I had with the demons. I take a deep breath, and turn again to Elias Kore, who still has the amused expression on his face that irritates me. There’s absolutely nothing funny about the state
AVARAFriends.I let out a sharp, jagged breath that is halfway to a scoff. The audacity of that man. Kaeden Vane returns from the dead after fifteen years of silence, stalks me, steals something from me, and then has the nerve to suggest we play at being "long-lost siblings."“Seems the both of yo







