LOGINMy head swam with the weight of Silver Lake's sins. After hours of methodically cataloging every infraction, every cruelty inflicted by those I'd once called family, exhaustion pulled at me like gravity. Each transgression we'd documented had been a fresh cut across old scars. Marcus's calculated rejection, Elena's deliberate cruelty, Alexander's self-serving betrayal. Yet beneath the pain lurked a savage satisfaction. Tomorrow, they would answer for it all. Justice, after so many years of su
The door opened with a soft click at precisely 4am, Elara’s tall figure silhouetted against the hallway light before she slipped inside. She moved with the quiet efficiency that had made her the palace’s head physician for decades, checking Amelia’s vital signs with practiced movements before making notes on her chart. I hadn’t moved from my position beside the bed, eight hours of vigil leaving my muscles stiff and my eyes gritty with exhaustion. Outside the window, the sky had begun to lighten from black to deep blue, the first hint of dawn still hours away. Another night without my mate conscious beside me. Another night of wondering if each breath might be her last.“Any change?” Elara asked, her voice deliberately neutral though I caught the concern in her eyes.I shook my head. “She’s still... gone. But Athena reached me through our bond.”That got her attention. She looked up from her notes, amber eyes sharp with interest. “The Queen’s wolf? What did she say?”
I sat at Amelia’s bedside as the palace settled into night around us.The medical wing was quiet now, most patients discharged or moved to recovery rooms, leaving only the soft beep of monitors and the occasional shuffle of staff in the hallway. Elara had dimmed the lights at my request, leaving just enough illumination to check Amelia’s vital signs without disturbing what little rest she might manage. The restraints around her wrists seemed to grow more visible with each passing hour, metal and leather against her pale skin, a physical reminder of the threat hanging over us all.Two hours came and went with no change in her condition. Elara checked on us regularly, her amber eyes growing increasingly concerned despite her professional demeanor. “Her vitals remain stable,” she assured me during one such visit, adjusting the flow of Amelia’s IV with practiced movements. “The drug is being processed, just more slowly than we’d like given the concentration.”“She should hav
I caught Amelia as she slumped forward, her body suddenly limp against my side. For one terrible moment, I thought she was having another seizure, her eyes had rolled back, her muscles tensing strangely, but she went still almost immediately, her breathing shallow but even.“Amelia?” I said, cradling her face between my hands. “Amelia, can you hear me?” No response, not even a flicker of recognition. My heart hammered against my ribs as Ares surged forward, his golden presence filling me with panic and protective fury. ‘Mate,’ he growled, the word carrying all our shared terror. ‘Help mate.’I checked her pulse at her wrist, steady but too fast, then gently lowered her to the ground, making sure her head was supported. She didn’t respond to touch, to sound, to the sound of her name. Just lay there, unnaturally still, her copper hair spread around her head like a halo against the forest floor.“Guards!” I shouted, the command carrying through the mind link to the tea
I walked beside Lukas through the forest, our shoulders nearly touching as we followed the narrow path toward the river. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, dappling the forest floor with patches of gold that shifted with each breath of wind. The air smelled of pine and earth and the sharp, clean scent of running water. It should have been peaceful, was peaceful… but the weight of what we’d learned in the dungeons pressed against my chest like a physical burden. The Voice had reached into my mind while I was drugged, had planted seeds of doubt and prophecy that were already taking root.“You’re sure this is where you want to be?” Lukas asked, his voice carefully neutral though I could feel the tension radiating from him. “We could go back to the palace instead.”I shook my head, not looking at him. “This place is sacred. I need... I need clarity.”He nodded, accepting my decision without further argument. We walked in silence, the forest opening before us as
The door closed behind Nico and his unconscious burden, leaving the interrogation room in sudden silence. I struggled to maintain my composure, Ares raging within me like a black storm. The temperature around me had dropped so low that frost rimmed the edges of the table, but I barely noticed. All I could focus on was Amelia beside me, her face pale, her emerald eyes haunted by words that had been planted in her mind against her will. Someone had violated my mate, had reached into her thoughts and left poison there, and someone would pay for that with their life. But first, I needed to clear the room of all witnesses to her vulnerability.“You can go, Dominic,” I said, my voice carrying the edge of command that brooked no argument. “We’re done here.”To my surprise, he hesitated. His scarred face remained impassive, but his eyes flickered briefly to Amelia, then back to me. Something like concern, or was it wariness, crossed his features.“Are you sure that’s wise, my Ki
The interrogation room was small and stark, stone walls, a heavy wooden table bolted to the floor, and four chairs. No windows, just torches casting long shadows that danced across the walls. I sat beside Lukas, our shoulders nearly touching, the warmth of him a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in my bones. Across from us, two empty chairs waited. Athena prowled beneath my skin, anxious and alert, as the minutes stretched like hours. Finally, the door scraped open, and Nico entered with Owen Hawthorne, the young groundskeeper looking small and confused between two guards.He was younger than I’d remembered, perhaps twenty-six, with dirt permanently embedded beneath his fingernails despite efforts to clean them. His chestnut hair fell into his eyes, which darted nervously around the room before settling on me with something like relief.“Please, sit,” I said, gesturing to the chair across from us.Owen slid into it, his hands trembling slightly as he placed th
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
I savoured the silence of our private chambers, a rare reprieve from the constant vigilance required since the rogue attacks. Amelia sat across from me, copper curls loose around her shoulders, the candlelight casting golden highlights across her skin. This, these private moments behind closed do
I hit the training mat hard enough to knock the air from my lungs, a familiar pain after three days of Nico throwing me around the royal gym. Sweat plastered my copper hair to my forehead and neck, my muscles screaming in protest as I forced myself to stand again. Athena growled her approval with
I stretched languidly in our bed, the morning sun filtering through the gauzy curtains and painting golden patterns across the silk sheets. Three months had passed since the wolf moon attack - three months of heightened security, interrogations, and an uneasy peace that felt more like the stillness







