LOGINI 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, resplendent in his ceremonial attire, his crown catching light as he watched me begin my approach. Beside him, High Priest Edmundson waited in his traditional purple robes, his ancient face solemn with t
We were halfway through tearing apart the second rogue camp when I caught her scent on the wind—copper, cinnamon and fury. Athena, moving toward us with purpose, with Nico's smaller wolf following behind. Ares faltered mid-lunge, momentarily confused by the approach of his mate. I had one rogue by the throat, blood coating my muzzle, while my guard wolves handled the others. Three were already dead, their bodies cooling on the forest floor. Two more were fighting back with the desperation of the cornered, though the outcome was never in doubt. Until she arrived.Athena burst through the treeline like vengeance incarnate, massive copper form gleaming in the moonlight, emerald eyes finding mine instantly across the blood-soaked clearing. The growl that escaped her would have sent lesser wolves to their bellies—a sound of such commanding fury that even my royal guards hesitated, their jaws loosening on their prey.I didn't release my rogue. Ares refused, his golden pr
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 followed, all shifted. Never seen anything like it." I stopped dead, Athena immediately alert within me, her copper presence surging with concern. Lukas had gone hunting, and in his current state, there was no telling what damage he might do—to the rogues, to himself, to the fragile political balance we'd been maintaining.'Stupid male,' Athena growled within my mind, her frustration mirroring my own. 'Always thinking with teeth, not brain.'I felt her reaching through our bond, copper warmth extending toward the golden presence that was Ares. I could feel him distantly—rage and protective fury burning like a wildfire—before he growled and the connection slammed shut, cutting
I stormed from the dungeon with Ares clawing at my insides, his presence pushing so hard against my skin that I could feel my claws extending and retracting with each pulse of rage. My mate was being threatened. Again. And she wanted to keep the threat alive, to study it like some curious artifact rather than eliminate it. Servants flattened themselves against walls as I passed, the wiser ones averting their eyes from their King’s fury. They knew what the red rimming my vision meant—Ares was riding me hard, and he would not be denied much longer.The palace corridors blurred around me, marble and stone bleeding together as I moved with inhuman speed toward the nearest exit. Guards bowed hastily, scrambling out of my path. One foolish young wolf attempted to ask if I required assistance and found himself pinned against a wall, my hand around his throat before he'd finished speaking."My King," Dominic's voice cut through the red haze. He stood several paces away, ha
Athena's frustration mirrored my own, her copper presence restless with the need to take action, to find concrete threats we could face. 'Waste of time,' she growled within my mind. 'Can't get straight answers from broken wolf.'We spent the next hour questioning the rogue from every angle, trying different approaches to break through whatever conditioning held him. We asked about the wolfsbane, about Elder Nora's murder, about Lysander's connection to the Voice. Each line of questioning yielded the same vague, circular responses or complete silence.The only clear information we gleaned was the continued pattern of referring to the Voice as "she" when discussing organisation, recruitment, and planning, and "he" when referring to combat, training, or military aspects.Finally, Lukas straightened, his patience visibly exhausted. "This is getting us nowhere," he said, his voice tight with controlled rage. "We should end him and focus on finding the source."
The dungeons beneath the Royal Palace were as cold as death. I descended the narrow stone staircase with Lukas at my side, the dried blood on my formal clothes cracking with each movement. Athena paced restlessly within me, her copper presence still burning with the satisfaction of our executions, yet uneasy about what waited below. The wolfsbane's ghost lingered in my veins, a dull ache that sharpened with each step, but I ignored it. Physical pain was nothing compared to the threat still hanging over us—this mysterious Voice who had orchestrated attacks against me, against us, and somehow controlled wolves like puppets on invisible strings."You're certain you're up for this?" Lukas asked, his voice low enough that only I could hear it. His hand rested at the small of my back, a point of warmth in the dungeon's chill.I nodded, not bothering to hide my grimace as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "I need answers, Lukas. We both do."The cells stretche
I watched Amelia rise from her throne with regal grace, her spine straight, her chin lifted in that way that still took my breath away after all these months. There was nothing of the servant girl left in her now—only the Queen, the Alpha female, the mate who had fought through poison and treachery to claim what was hers by right. Ares stilled within me, his golden presence shifting from rage to something closer to reverence as we both recognised the transformation taking place. Her eyes had darkened to forest green, Athena's influence evident in the predatory stillness that settled over her as she stepped down from the dais to address the kneeling rogues.I followed, taking my place beside her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. The wolfsbane might still linger in her system, but it had done nothing to diminish the power that emanated from her in waves. If anything, surviving the poisoning had only reinforced what I'd known since the moment I'd claimed







