LOGINThe shadows in Kael's chamber had stopped feeling like enemies. Now they felt like witnesses. Liana sat on the edge of his bed, knees drawn to her chest, the recording stone cold against her palm. She had not played it again. She did not need to. Every word the Queen Mother had spoken was branded into her skull. Your mother drank many things. She trusted easily. That was her mistake. Liana's wolf whimpered inside her chest. Not with grief. With rage so cold it burned. The door opened. She did not look up. Kael's footsteps were unmistakable heavy, hesitant, nothing like the commanding stride he used with everyone else. "You have not eaten," he said. "I am not hungry." He sat in the chair across from her, close enough to touch, far enough to feel like an ocean separated them. The firelight carved shadows under his eyes. He looked as sleepless as she felt. "My mother," he started, then stopped. His jaw worked. "I did not know. About your mother. About any of it." "Would it have chan
The summons arrived at dawn. Liana had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw two faces - Riven at the window, Kael rising from that chair with murder in his gaze. Now a servant waited at the door. "The Queen Mother requests your presence at breakfast." Liana's blood went cold. She had met Kael's mother once before the rejection. A graceful woman with eyes that saw too much. The morning room overlooked the eastern gardens. Queen Elara sat at the head, smile already in place. She rose when Liana entered, taking her hands. "My dear girl. You look exhausted." "I do not sleep well in unfamiliar places." Elara laughed softly. "This palace was your home once. It could be again." She gestured to the table. "Sit. Eat. You are too thin." Liana sat. The Queen Mother poured tea with hands that never trembled."I wanted to speak with you privately," Elara said. "Without Kael's intensity clouding the air. I was sorry when he rejected you. A fated mate with your bloodline" She stoppe
Sleep would not come. Liana lay on Kael's bed, staring at the canopy above, every nerve alive with awareness of the man breathing softly in the chair by the door. The mate bond hummed between them, persistent as a fever. She hated how familiar his scent had become again. Hated how her wolf had stopped pacing and started waiting.The window rattled.She sat up slowly, heart slamming against her ribs. Kael did not stir, his breathing remained deep, even. The fire had burned down to embers, casting the room in shadows and blood-orange light.The window rattled again.Liana rose on silent feet, crossing the cold stone floor. Her fingers found the latch. She hesitated. This was the third floor. No balcony. No ledge.She opened it anyway.Riven's face appeared in the gap, pale and sharp and so desperately familiar that her breath caught in her throat. His hand shot through the opening, gripping the frame, and then he pulled himself up and over the sill with a silence that spoke of practice
The fire had burned low, casting long shadows across Kael's chamber. Liana sat on the edge of his bed, his bed curling her fingers into the fur blanket until her knuckles went white. She refused to look at him. Refused to acknowledge how natural he looked standing beside that window, moonlight carving the hard lines of his face. "You should sleep," he said quietly. "I am not sleeping in your bed." "Then I will take the floor."She laughed, sharp and hollow. "You think that makes this better? You dragged me here in chains of courtesy instead of iron. I am still a prisoner."Kael turned from the window. His eyes found hers, and something raw flickered across his features. "You are alive. Every wolf in that rogue territory would have been slaughtered by morning if I had not brought you out. Including him."Riven's name hung between them like a blade. "You left him there," she whispered. "I left him breathing. There is a difference."She stood, unable to stay still any longer. The room p
The attack came at dawn. Liana woke to the sound of howling not the friendly calls of rogue sentries, but war cries. Kael's war cries. Riven burst through the cabin door before she could rise. "We have to move. Now."She grabbed his arm. "What's happening?""He came. Just like he said he would." Riven's face was carved from stone, but his hands shook as he pulled her toward the back exit. "His soldiers are already at the eastern ridge. We have minutes."They ran. Cold air burned her lungs. Branches tore at her clothes. Behind them, the forest erupted with snarls and crashing bodies. Wolves fighting wolves. Blood on the morning frost.Riven led her toward a hidden passage he had shown her only once narrow ravine that cut through the mountain's western face. If they reached it before Kael's forces encircled them, she might survive.Might.They were halfway there when the ground in front of them exploded with soldiers. Black armor. Golden insignias. The king's personal guard.Liana skidd
Kael did not remember the ride back to the palace. His wolf had taken over somewhere between the rogue border and the eastern gate, instinct driving him through moonlight and shadow. The scent still burned in his nostrils. Riven's mouth on her neck. Riven's claim on what should have been his.The guards jumped aside when he stormed through the great hall. Servants pressed themselves against walls. No one spoke. No one dared."Summon the war council," Kael roared. "Now."His voice echoed off stone ceilings. Boots scattered in every direction. Within minutes, his generals filed into the throne room, faces pale, eyes fixed anywhere but on their king.Kael stood at the head of the table, hands braced against dark wood, chest still heaving. His knuckles had gone white."Your Majesty," General Vorn began carefully, "the border reports have been quiet. There is no immediate threat from""There is a threat." Kael's head snapped up, eyes still burning gold. "The rogue territory west of the Bla







