Mag-log inI walked beside Amelia toward the throne room, watching the subtle shifts in her posture as we approached. Three days ago, she'd been uncertain in these halls, eyes darting to guards and servants as if still expecting to be ordered back to her cleaning duties. Now, her chin lifted with quiet confidence, shoulders squared beneath the emerald silk of her formal gown. The mark she'd left on my neck throbbed pleasantly, a constant reminder of our equality that I wore with pride. As we neared the
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
The following day, I kept vigil at Amelia’s bedside, my hand wrapped carefully around hers as she slept. Her breathing had steadied, the awful rattling quality gone from each inhalation, but she still hadn’t woken. Her skin had lost that terrifying, deathly pallor, the natural warmth of her body returning as the worst of the Voice’s poison worked its way through her system. But her eyes remained closed, her copper hair spread across the pillow in tangled strands, and my heart remained lodged firmly in my throat.Elara had been in and out all morning, checking vitals, adjusting medications, her expression carefully neutral though I caught the concern in her eyes. The Elders from the southern packs had come too, three of them with silver-streaked hair and eyes that held centuries of knowledge. They’d conferred with Elara in hushed tones, examined Amelia with careful hands, then left with quiet promises to return later. Whatever they’d seen, whateve
The drugs burned through our body like liquid fire, trapping me beneath layers of consciousness I couldn’t penetrate. I pushed against the barrier between us, my copper fur standing on end with frustration as Amelia remained beyond my reach. Something was happening to her—something terrible—and I couldn’t get to her through the chemical haze that separated us.‘AMELIA!’ I howled, the sound echoing through the empty space of our shared mind. ‘FIGHT!’But she couldn’t hear me. The door between us remained firmly shut, slammed by whatever poison the Voice had forced into our system. I paced the confines of my prison, a sleek copper wolf with emerald eyes that matched my human’s, my powerful body trembling with rage and helplessness.Through the thin membrane separating us, I could see fragments of what was happening to Amelia. She was dreaming—no, not dreaming, trapped in some vision the Voice had created. She ran through a twisted forest, trees reaching for
Eighteen hours after we’d found her, Amelia moved. It started small—just a twitch of her index finger, barely noticeable beneath the sheet—but it was enough to jerk me from the half-doze I’d fallen into. I leaned forward, my heart hammering against my ribs, hope surging through my chest for the first time since we’d brought her back to the palace. “Amelia?” I called, my voice rough with exhaustion. “Amelia, can you hear me?”She didn’t respond, didn’t even seem to hear me. But her hand moved again, fingers curling slowly into a fist, then relaxing, then clenching again with enough force to make the tendons stand out beneath her skin. Her breathing changed, shallow pants giving way to something deeper, more deliberate. The monitors beside her bed began to beep more rapidly, her heart rate climbing from the steady sixty I’d been watching for hours to seventy, then eighty, then ninety beats per minute.
I had barely reached the palace's ground floor when I heard the whispers. Two guards, heads bent together, voices hushed but not enough: "the King shifted right in the courtyard—tore off running into the forest like hellhounds were after him." The second guard nodded. "Five of the royal guard fol
I woke at 4am, my eyes snapping open in the darkness as if Athena had flipped a switch inside me. The wolfsbane's burn had receded to a dull throb, no longer spreading fire through my veins but leaving its bitter memory etched in every muscle. Beside me, Lukas slept fitfully, his face troubled ev
Cold shocked me awake, water cascading over my head and down my body in an icy deluge. I gasped, choking as some found its way into my lungs, my body convulsing with the sudden, violent awakening. Through streaming eyes, I made out the blurry figures of guards outside the cell, one still holding th
I sat behind my desk, blood still drying beneath my fingernails, the metallic scent clinging to my skin like perfume. The throne room executions replayed in my mind—mechanical, efficient, predictable—until that final moment when green eyes met mine and Ares howled a truth I'd never expected to face







