로그인The private dining room felt too small this morning, though nothing had changed since yesterday—same polished wood table, same silver candelabras, same view of the gardens through tall windows. I stirred my coffee without tasting it, watching the cream swirl into patterns that reminded me of blood splattered across stone floors. Lily sat across from me, her amber eyes missing nothing as she methodically worked through a plate of pastries, her health improving visibly with each passing day. Ne
I woke to cold sheets and the particular silence of an empty room. My hand found the space beside me before my eyes opened, palm pressing into the mattress where Amelia should have been, and for one terrible moment the fear was back, cold and certain. Then I remembered: she was awake. She was healing. She was mine.She stood by the wardrobe, already dressed in trousers and a loose sweater that swallowed her frame, running a brush through her copper hair with hands that still trembled slightly. The morning light caught the angles of her face, hollows where there should have been curves, and something in my chest twisted at the sight.“You’re supposed to be in bed,” I said, pushing myself upright. My voice came out rougher than I’d intended.Amelia didn’t look at me. “We won’t find Sera if I’m stuck in bed, Lukas.”I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, feeling every hour of missed sleep in the stiffness of my shoulders. “Elara said—”“I know what Elara said.” She set the brush
I kept my arm around Amelia’s waist as we walked back to our bedroom, feeling the particular lightness of her body against mine with a protectiveness that bordered on possessiveness. Five days in a medical bed had left her thinner than she should have been, the curves I’d memorised with my hands reduced to angles that made something in my chest ache. She leaned into me more than she normally would, her steps careful but steady, and I matched my pace to hers without comment.The corridors of the palace were quieter than they should have been at this hour, most of the staff still confined to quarters after the Voice’s attack. The few guards we passed snapped to attention, their expressions carefully neutral though I caught the relief in their eyes at the sight of their queen walking under her own power. News traveled fast. By now, everyone would know Amelia was awake, was recovering, was—against all odds—still herself.
I woke to the sound of Lukas’s voice, low and controlled in the way that meant he was keeping a leash on his temper. My eyes stayed closed out of habit more than necessity—years of servant life had taught me the value of listening before being seen—and the medical wing resolved around me through sound alone: the steady beeping of monitors, the soft rustle of fabric, Dominic’s gravel voice answering Lukas with the particular precision of a man delivering bad news.“The rogue isn’t talking to me or Nico,” Dominic was saying, each word clipped with frustration. “Whatever Sera did to him, it left enough of him intact to recognise an enforcer when he sees one. He clams up the moment either of us enters the room.”Lukas made a sound that wasn’t quite a growl. “We need answers, Dominic. The blood moon…”“I’m aware of the timeline, my King.”I opened my eyes and stretched my neck, feeling the pop of vertebrae tha
The water hit my back like a physical blow, too hot by any reasonable standard but exactly what my exhausted body needed. I braced my forearms against the shower wall and let my head hang between my shoulders, water sluicing down my spine in sheets that turned the bathroom into a steam-filled cavern. Four days without proper sleep had left me running on something beyond exhaustion, a hollow, buzzing alertness that made every sensation too sharp and every thought too slow.I’d been standing there for—minutes? longer?—when Lily’s presence brushed against my mind. Not words. Just images, pushed through our tenuous connection with the particular lack of finesse that was pure Lily: Amelia, awake, propped against her pillows with one wrist still cuffed to the bed rail but the other free, a glass of water balanced carefully in her freed hand. She was rolling her eyes at something I couldn’t see, her copper hair falling around a face that had colou
Sleep pulled at me like a tide, dragging me under then releasing just enough to let me taste the surface before dragging me down again. My body felt wrong, heavy in a way that had nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with the poison still working its way out of my system. Each time I surfaced, the world resolved a little more sharply, the beeping of the heart monitor a constant I’d learned to track through the fog.The last time I’d woken, Lukas had been there. Now the chair beside my bed was empty, but the imprint of his weight remained in the cushions, the scent of him clinging to the air like a promise.I reached for Athena without opening my eyes, testing the bond between us the way I might test a bruise. For days—or had it been weeks?—the connection had been thin, frayed at the edges, the familiar copper warmth of her presence reduced to the barest flicker. But this time, when I reached, something solid met me.She was there, coiled in the depths of our shared consc
The drugs held me beneath the surface, a current I couldn’t fight no matter how hard I kicked. Sera’s poison lingered in my veins like winter frost, numbing everything from the inside out. I could feel Lukas’s hand on mine – warm, solid, real – but reaching him meant swimming through layers of something thick and cold that pressed against my consciousness from all sides. My body existed somewhere distant, separate from the part of me that was still trying to surface. Voices drifted through the haze, none of them clear enough to catch. The steady beeping of machines, the rustle of fabric, a low murmur that might have been Lukas speaking. I tried to focus on his voice, to use it as an anchor, but the drugs kept pulling me under. Sera’s presence had left stains on my mind, cold fingerprints I couldn’t scrub away no matter how hard I tried. In the deepest part of my consciousness, where the human mind met wolf instinct, Athena paced. Her copper form was dim
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
The palace halls echoed with our footsteps as we made our way to our chambers, the celebration turned bloodbath still clinging to our skin. I could feel dried blood cracking in the creases of my palms, beneath my fingernails, in the hollow of my throat. The copper scent followed us like a ghost—b
The evening progressed in a whirl of conversations, ceremonial toasts, and traditional dances performed by the royal entertainers. I found myself constantly watching the sky, anticipating the moment when the moon would rise fully above the trees, calling to the wolf within me.At eleven,
I stepped through the massive doors into the throne room, feeling hundreds of eyes turn toward me. The space stretched before me like a midnight river—obsidian floors reflecting silver banners, crystal chandeliers casting prismatic light across ancient stone walls. At the far end stood Lukas, res







