MasukI watched Amelia dress for the council meeting with equal parts pride and concern. Less than twenty-four hours had passed since she'd snapped Lysander's neck in the arena, yet here she was, insisting on returning to royal duties as if yesterday had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The bruises from the challenge had already faded to yellow shadows on her skin, but I knew the wolfsbane's poison had taken a toll her body was still recovering from. When I suggested she rest another d
I paced the length of Lukas’s office, markers clutched in my white-knuckled grip, the whiteboard behind me covered in theories, locations, and question marks. A week. We had exactly one week before the second blood moon, and the Voice remained as elusive as shadow. My head throbbed with lack of sleep, with the constant presence of Sera’s whispers at the edges of my consciousness. Despite everything we’d tried, every search party, every interrogation, every threat, Sam and Sera Redwood remained hidden, their followers multiplying while we stood still.My jaw ached from clenching it, my shoulders tight with tension no amount of pacing could release. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, frustration bubbling beneath my skin like poison.“I literally have no idea where else to look,” I said, turning to face the men who’d watched my increasingly desperate performance for the past hour. Lukas sat in his chair, posture perfectly controlled though I caught the tightness around his eyes,
Amelia froze beside me, her hand in mine suddenly cold as ice, her breathing shallow and quick. The rogues’ words hung in the air between us, Sera’s message echoing off the stone walls of the throne room. ‘You are Amala Luna Velasco, and your hands will be stained with the blood of the King.’ The same words that had haunted Amelia since Sera first invaded her mind, now spoken in perfect unison by eight drugged followers of the Voice. I squeezed her hand, hoping to anchor her to reality, to remind her she wasn’t alone in this battle.“It’s not real,” I whispered, my voice pitched low enough that only she could hear. “They’re just mouths for Sera’s voice, nothing more.”She nodded, the movement barely perceptible, but I felt the slight tension in her shoulders ease. Her eyes remained fixed on the rogues, emerald green and full of a determination that never failed to
I woke with a jolt, heart hammering against my ribs, the phantom echo of Sera’s voice still slithering through my thoughts. ‘You are Amala Luna Velasco, and your hands will be stained with the blood of the King.’ The words had followed me into sleep, twisted my dreams into nightmares, and now greeted me in the grey light of dawn. My sheets were damp with sweat, Lukas’s side of the bed already empty. I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to push away the lingering horror of Sera’s message. It didn’t matter what she said. It didn’t matter what the Voice wanted. I would not become their weapon.My body still ached from yesterday’s confrontation, muscles protesting as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I needed to move, to act, to do something rather than wait for Sera’s next assault on my mind. Athena stirred beneath my skin, her copper presence warming as she pushed forw
I should have been offended, or at the very least surprised, but the absurdity of it, of Lily daring to strike the Alpha Queen and immediately announcing her exclusive rights to do so, broke something loose in my chest. A laugh escaped, dry and brittle and somehow turning into a sob halfway through. I buried my face against her shoulder, my body shaking with the force of emotions I’d been holding back since Sera first appeared in my mind.“They’re trying to make me kill Lukas,” I gasped between sobs, the words tearing my throat raw. “They’re trying to make me kill my mate, Lily. They’re in my head, showing me things, making me see things that aren’t real, and I can’t make them stop.”Lily’s arms tightened around me, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head with surprising gentleness after her earlier assault. “They won’t win,” she said, her voice fierce with certainty. “Th
I sat on the stone balcony of our bedroom, my arms wrapped around my knees, watching dusk bleed into night across the palace grounds. The crown was gone, set aside on the bedside table, its weight a reminder I couldn’t bear right now. My mind still felt raw, scraped clean by Sera’s intrusion, her voice and her visions leaving ghost images behind my eyelids every time I blinked.The elders had left quickly after the incident, their faces drawn with concern, promises to research more effective protections against the Voice’s mental invasion trailing in their wake. But I’d seen the truth in their eyes—they had no answers, no magic solution for what was happening to me. Whatever protection I’d built when I’d slammed the door in Sera’s face, it hadn’t been enough to keep her out permanently.My fingers still tingled with the phantom sensation of that silver dagger’s hilt, the one from Sera’s vision now made f
Amelia‘s hands suddenly slapped over her temples, her fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin. The room went silent as her head dropped forward, copper hair falling across her face like a curtain. A sound escaped her, somewhere between a whimper and a gasp, her lips forming words too soft for me to catch at first. Then her voice rose, desperate and shaking. “No, no, no, no. I won’t do it, Sera.” My breath froze in my lungs as her eyes squeezed shut, pain evident in every line of her body.I moved without thinking, pushing back from the table so quickly my chair nearly toppled. I pulled her against my chest, one arm around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head. Her body was rigid with tension, muscles locked as if fighting against invisible restraints.“Amelia,” I murmured against her hair. “I’m here. You’re safe.”But she couldn’t hear me, or if she could, the words weren’t getting through. Her voice continued, broken phrases tumbling from her lips. “
I woke before the alarm, my body tensed as if for battle though the fight wasn't mine to wage. The darkness pressed against our chamber windows, stars still sharp in the sky hours before dawn. Beside me, the bed was empty, sheets cool to my touch. Amelia was already up, a slender silhouette pacin
My muscles burned with familiar pain as I circled Nico in the gym, sweat trickling down my spine despite the cool air. Twenty-four hours. That's all that remained before I would face Lysander in the arena. Twenty-four hours to prepare my body, my mind, my wolf for a fight that would determine not j
I watched, every muscle in my body coiled tight as a spring, as Nico suddenly moved toward Amelia. Three days of knowing she was training with my best fighters had done nothing to ease the knot in my gut. Ares paced within my mind, his golden presence radiating protective fury. 'Stop them,' he ur
Athena snarled within my mind, her presence surging forward with protective fury. 'Kill threat,' she growled, golden warmth flooding my veins with aggression. 'Tear apart. Protect mate. Protect position.' I kept my face carefully neutral. The parchment felt impossibly heavy in my hand, its formal







