เข้าสู่ระบบMinaI took the back stairs. The stone was damp, the air smelling of old earth and the wet moss that grew in the crevices where the sunlight never reached. I moved fast, my boots making a dull clack-clack-clack against the masonry. I bypassed the main courtyards, weaving through the narrow servant tunnels that ran like veins through the keep's lower levels.I reached the small iron door near the laundry chutes and slipped outside.The air was sharp. It bit at my face, the freezing mountain wind cutting through my tunic. I stayed in the shadows of the outer wall, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I pulled the phone from my pocket. My thumb hovered over the glass.I hit the contact.It rang once. Twice."Hey," he said.The sound of his voice hit me like a physical blow to the stomach. It wasn't the boy from the border market. It was a man. The rasp was heavier now, a slow, textured rumble that I felt in the soles of my feet."Jace," I whispered. My throat felt like it
Mina"You're taking the whole slab of cured venison, Mina? The head cook is going to have your head if the count is short for the midday stew."Marta was standing by the large wooden prep table, her arms dusted in flour up to her elbows. She didn't stop kneading the dough, but her eyes were pinned to my hands. I was currently shoving three large links of sausage and a heavy wedge of sharp yellow cheese into a piece of greased parchment."Marta, I haven't eaten since yesterday. I’m starving," I said. My voice came out too fast. I didn't stop packing. I reached for a handful of dried apples, my fingers fumbling with the wooden bowl."Starving? You ate enough for three men at the feast last night. I saw you with that flagon of ale. You were practically wearing it." Marta stopped kneading. She wiped a smudge of flour from her nose with the back of her hand. "Who are you taking all that to? Is there a guard you’ve finally decided to feed? Or is it for the Luna?"I gripped the edge of the t
Mina"Nothing."I looked at my reflection in the mirror. A single tear had run down my cheek, carving a path through the faint smudge of charcoal on my skin. I picked up a jar of powder and a puff. I began to dab at my face."You can't leave this room knowing you're pregnant," I said. I didn't look at her. I focused on the mirror. "We are certain now. If you walk out that door, any high-ranking wolf is going to pick up the scent of the fetus. Usually, that’s a thing of joy. People would greet you with congratulations."I paused, the powder puff hovering near my eye. I shook my head slowly."Not for you," I said.I turned my head to look at her. Sera was watching me, her breathing shallow."They will immediately believe you’ve been cheating on the Alpha," I continued. "And at that point, Fenris won't even be the one to make the decision. The council handles infidelity. The penalty for a cheating she-wolf is death. It is a permanent rule. And it is worse for a Luna. They believe every w
MinaThe heat in the kitchen usually stayed trapped near the ceiling, thick with the smell of rendered animal fat and the sharp, stinging quality of curing salt. The head chef had been berating a runner for dropping a tray of flatbread, his voice a harsh bark that echoed off the stone walls. He didn't turn his head when I walked in. He didn't have to. Every wolf in this room knew my scent.I had picked up a wooden spoon and stirred the large iron pot of stew. The steam hit my face, damp and heavy. The chef moved toward me. His posture shifted, the aggression in his shoulders melting into a mask of careful, practiced politeness. He tasted a drop of the broth I’d been working on."Perfect," he said. His voice was a level, forced drone. "You have a natural touch with the seasonings, Mina. The balance is exquisite."I watched his eyes. He was lying. I knew the salt was too heavy. I’d been distracted when I poured it in. But he wouldn't scold me. He wouldn't risk his tongue over an ego tri
Sera“What? What are you apologizing for?”Mina backed away. Her boots scuffed against the rug. I watched her swallow, her throat working hard under the pale skin of her neck. She started shaking her head. It was a rhythmic, frantic motion. None of this made any sense to her. She came low again, crouching so our eyes were level, and she let out a nervous, jagged laugh that died the second it hit the air.“You’re hallucinating, Sera.” Mina’s voice was a forced whisper. She shook her head again, slower this time. “Elder Kael is not dead. I saw him. He was at the main halls today. He walked past the kitchens. He complained about the stew. What do you mean he’s dead?”I swallowed. My mouth tasted of iron and salt. My heart pounded against my ribs, a heavy, dull vibration that I could experience in the tips of my fingers. Dread sat at the bottom of my stomach like a cold stone. I shook my head, my jaw tight.“He is dead, Mina. I was there.”Mina scoffed. She moved closer, her eyes darting
Sera"I'm sorry, Mina.""No, no, no," Mina interrupted. Her voice was soft, but the edge remained. "Don't cry. Oh, please don't do that now."She came low again, watching me closely, as if I were a new creature she needed to understand. She pushed a stray strand of hair away from my forehead, her touch light but lacking any warmth."Growing up," Mina started, her voice taking on a rhythmic, storytelling quality, "the only time I ever saw blood or physical violence was on my mother." She laughed. "Sera, it wasn't a good sight. I spent my nights seeing her in that state. Every night, she was covered in it. And the one thing I always thought about—weirdly—was how I never imagined one person could produce that much blood."Mina shook her head, her dark hair casting long shadows over her shoulders. "I never wanted to see anything like that again. Blood became the one thing I wanted to avoid." She scoffed, her lip curling. "But thanks to you, I got to watch an entire scenario where your mot
LyraShe ignored me. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. She shoved her fingers inside the fabric, gripping my hips tight. With one sharp pull, she dragged the pants and my underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicking my boots off in the
Sera“What just happened?”"Forced healing takes fuel," Yvara explained. She paced in front of me. "It pulls energy directly from your reserves. It burns calories at a massive rate. In a battle of attrition, this will keep you alive, but it will also kill you if you aren't careful. You just got the
FenrisThe leather bag was old. It was cracked in several places, leaking thin streams of sand onto the stone floor every time I hit it. The heavy chains groaned, a high-pitched metallic scrape that echoed in the small, windowless space. This was the belly of the mountain, a place the torches barel
SeraNight fell fast, and with it, the temperature plummeted. We had three fires going, but the heat didn't seem to travel more than six inches past the flames. I sat on a log by the middle fire, pulling the wagon fur around my shoulders, shivering so hard my teeth were literally clicking together.







