MasukSylviaI woke up in the middle of the night from a dream I’d already forgotten, and couldn’t manage to fall back asleep, try as I might. Beside me, Azrael’s familiar profile in the dark slept easily, his breathing deep. I listened to him for a while, before I finally gave up on sleep for the moment
Sylvia“Hey,” Azrael said softly in a break in Mika’s excited babble about her upcoming junior internship with me, “I’m really proud of you, cub. It’s great that you’re doing this. Both of you,” he added, smiling up at me.His praise clearly thrilled Mika to her core. She rushed forward and wrapped
Sylvia“All right, I have an idea,” I told Mika, leaning forward to meet her eyes very seriously over the table. “Hear me out on this, okay?”Mika hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”I took a deep breath, resolving not to waver even at the thought of how badly my little plan could backfire. I was as sur
Mika blinked at me, clearly surprised at this straightforwardness. “Oh. Yes. I…that’s true.” She clenched her folded hands together a bit more tightly. “You’re not acting mad at me. Why not?”“Do you want me to be mad at you?” I asked, genuinely curious.Mika shrugged. “I guess not. But if you’re no
SylviaAzrael glanced guiltily down at his sister, and then equally guiltily over at me. Then it was as if I could see an idea strike him in real time. Though he spoke mostly to Mika, he caught my eyes with his as he said, “You know, Mika…there are a lot of things Sylvia and I need to handle today f
Mixed in with my father’s words was the memory of the Clan of the Spirit elder’s encouragement to live with an open heart. As much as I could without ruining things with Azrael, I realised, I did want to do that.So as I arrived at Nightwhisper House, I steeled myself. I would tell Azrael the news a
Sylvia's POVThe hallway to the VIP lounge was carpeted thick. The sound of the auction died after the second corner. By the time I reached the door, I could hear only the slow tick of an antique clock and my own pulse in my ears.The paddle was still in my hand. I set it on the small table by the d
Sylvia's POVAfter the engagement banquet, I returned to my pack. I locked the door, pulled a notebook from the drawer, and sat down at the desk.I wrote everything I could remember. I drew a single line under all of it and wrote what mattered.I needed proof. Hard, undeniable proof that Damian and
Sylvia's POVThe red wine hit his white shirt like a bloodstain.Damian stared at the dark red spreading across his chest, then at me. The wine glass rolled off the table and shattered on the marble floor.The hall went quiet. Then it went whispering, all at once. Nobody knew where to look."Sylvia.
Sylvia's POVThe night I died, my husband was inside my stepmother.I had been his Luna for three years. I helped him become the Alpha King. I never imagined that the whole time, he was just waiting for the right moment to put me in the ground."Which one of us does it better, darling?" she gasped,







