LOGINStilesShe didn't answer.I stood there with my hands on her arms and my whole stupid heart hanging open in the air between us, and I waited, and she didn't answer, and the silence went on long enough that the answer started to become the silence itself.I had held her before. That's the thing that broke me, standing there. This wasn't the first time I'd been this close. I'd had her against me on the porch that night, had felt her lean in, had kissed her over Brenna's grave with her hands in my hair. I knew what her body did when it wanted to be near mine. I knew the give of it, the way she softened.She wasn't soft now.She was stiff under my hands. Her weight was tipped back, away, some part of her already halfway to the door, and when I breathed her in, hoping for the thing I'd felt before, I got the opposite. She was repelling me. Not with words, not yet, but with the whole animal truth of her body, the small unconscious lean of a woman who wants to be somewhere else, and I have s
"We should pack."Stiles said it after I had looked away from the King for the third time and failed, again, to make it the last. He was watching my face and he did not like what he found there, and I could not blame him."It's late," he went on, rising, holding a hand down to me. "And we ride at first light, if we're really doing this. There's a lot to gather and it's warmer inside than out here. Come. I'll help you with your things."I took his hand and let him pull me up, and I did not miss the way he angled us away from the fire as we went, his body between me and Riven the whole way, herding me gently back toward my cabin and away from the pull I could not hide from him. I let him do it. It was easier than the truth. And some cowardly part of me was glad to be taken out of range of that scent before it finished dissolving what little resolve I had left.My cabin was cold and dark. Stiles built up the small fire while I began to gather what little I owned into the travel pack, and
LioraI did not think I would ever see the Lycan King sit on the ground.But there he was, that night, folded down onto a log by the big central fire like any other wolf, his furs thrown back off his shoulders, the flames throwing gold and shadow up the hard lines of his face. His soldiers sat around him, a dozen of them, and past them, slowly, carefully, the way you approach a wild thing you have decided to trust against your own better sense, the people of Whitewaters had begun to gather too.They had spent the whole day terrified of him. I had watched them go to their knees in the snow that morning, watched them beg for their lives with their faces in the frost. And now here they were, easing closer to his fire one by one, drawn to the very thing that had frightened them, because that is what he is. That is what he has always been. A thing you cannot look away from even when every sense you own is telling you to run.I sat apart. Across the fire, on the cold side, with Stiles at my
StilesMy fists were already clenched. I was ready for whatever the King’s men were going to bring on. In case he had forgotten, I was once one of his best soldiers. Ric and I. We both served as Vanguards.But as Liora stepped in-between us, I felt my fist loosen; I felt my entire body loosen. Was she stepping in for me? Standing for me?The King groaned, never taking his burning eyes off me, “Liora, please step aside. You do not understand what business this man and I have. You were not in the picture when…”“...And you were not in the picture when he saved my life multiple times,” she cut him off. “Neither are you in the picture to take his life. I don’t care what happened in the past. He lives, and you have no right to take his life.” Liora said, spreading her arms wide in front of me. I could not believe it. Maybe I did, but to the extent of standing in for me in front of the man who could do anything he pleases, I never thought Liora cared for me that much. I never thought she l
StilesHe knew me. He remembered me!!I watched it happen, watched the King's face move from grief to confusion to something that had no name, and I felt my own gut drop, because I knew that meant he'd caught my scent and matched it to a memory eleven years buried. There aren't many men alive who've stood in front of Riven and lived to be remembered. I'm one. I just never thought I'd have to find out whether he'd kept the file."You!!" he said again. Softer this time. Almost wondering. "The rebel. The one with the speeches. I gave you to the raven fields myself. You should not be alive" He took a step, slow, his head tilting like he still couldn't quite believe the evidence of his own nose. "You died. Five of you went in. I signed the order. I read the report." His eyes narrowed. "And here you stand. At my mate's shoulder. In a valley at the edge of the world.""Here I stand," I said, lifting my chin.My voice came out steadier than I had any right to. Everything in me knew exactly wh
“...I am begging you, Liora. Please. Please come home. I am so sorry. Please."I looked down at him.And Goddess help me, part of me broke. Part of me wanted to fall down into the snow with him and let the bond have what it wanted. He was kneeling. The most powerful creature alive was kneeling for me, and there was a girl inside me, the wolfless nothing everyone had thrown away, who had never once in her life had anyone kneel for her.But that girl had grown some teeth."Get up," I said.He lifted his head."Get up. Kneeling's easy. Kneeling costs you nothing." My voice came out steadier than I felt, and colder. "You want to know what it cost me? Everything. It cost me everything, Riven." My voice came out low and shaking. "I was already broken when they brought me to you. Sold like a sack of grain by the man who was supposed to love me, dragged to your fortress carrying a child, and I still, Goddess help me, I still let myself hope. Because you were gentle, once. For about a breath.
LioraI woke up in a bed.That sounds like the smallest, most unremarkable thing. But after three years of a husband who monitored my pillow count and two weeks on a clinic cot with straps on my wrists, the weight of a real mattress beneath me — thick and warm and clean — felt so foreign it trigger
KaelenThe jagged tracks of the carriage wheels were permanently gouged into the mud.I stood at the edge of the pack square, staring down at the deep ruts left behind by those demonic horses. The freezing wind bit at my face, but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel my fingers. All I could feel was
‘Mine.’The single word slammed into my chest like a physical blow.When Kaelen rejected me, just moments ago, the severing of our bond felt like a rusted blade dragging through my soul, leaving me hollowed out and dying. Typical werewolf reprisal to a severed bond. But this? This was a supernova.
My knees gave out on the second step.The guards didn't care. They didn't stop dragging me.My bare feet slapped against the freezing stone of the grand staircase, my toes leaving small, pathetic smears of blood where I dragged. The rough fabric of the hospital gown rode up my thighs, exposing the







