The Thornwood Forest was darker than I expected, the canopy so thick that sunlight barely penetrated. Ancient trees twisted overhead, their branches gnarled and reaching like skeletal hands.Ares moved through the undergrowth with practiced ease, his steps silent despite the terrain. I followed, trying to match his pace, hyperaware of every sound in the oppressive quiet.We'd been walking for three hours since leaving the castle, and he hadn't spoken a word. Just led us deeper into the forest, checking the map periodically and adjusting our course."How much farther to the Ravencrest settlement?" I finally asked, breaking the silence."Half a day if we keep this pace." He didn't look back, just kept moving forward. "We'll stop there for the night. It's abandoned now, but the structures are still sound.""Why is it abandoned?""Because everyone who lived there is dead." His tone was flat, matter-of-fact. "Rogue attack five years ago. They didn't leave survivors."The casualness with wh
"Fair enough." Something that might have been respect flickered in his eyes. "But at least don't take any more risks tonight. Julius will be watching you closely now."We descended the tower in silence, the weight of unspoken words heavy between us. When we reached the main floor, the celebration had indeed devolved into chaos—guests huddled in nervous groups, guards stationed at every entrance."Your Majesty!" A young wolf rushed forward. "Should we end the celebration? Send everyone to their rooms?""No." Ares's voice carried across the hall, commanding attention. "We will not cower before cowards. Music! Wine! We celebrate our alliances tonight, arrow or no arrow."Slowly, tentatively, the celebration resumed. But the joy had gone out of it, replaced by nervous energy and too-bright laughter.Ares kept me close, his hand never leaving my waist as we moved through the crowd. To any observer, we looked like what we were supposed to be—a king with his marked mate, possessive and prote
Before I could answer, footsteps thundered up the tower stairs. Julius burst onto the platform, his expression perfectly calibrated—shock, concern, and anger all in equal measure."Your Majesty!" He rushed forward, and I noticed he was slightly out of breath, his boots marked with forest debris. "Are you hurt? I was checking the perimeter when I heard the commotion—"His eyes found the arrow embedded in the wall, and his face went pale. Perfect acting, I thought bitterly. Anyone watching would believe his shock was genuine."If I hadn't bent to tie my boot," Julius said, his voice shaking just enough to sell the lie, "I would have been in the forest line when that arrow was fired. I might have been able to stop—" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Thank the gods you moved when you did."More guards arrived, flooding the platform. Ares barked orders—secure the perimeter, search the forest, find the assassin. But his hand never left my wrist, his grip a silent accusation.Julius cau
Before I could answer, footsteps thundered up the tower stairs. Julius burst onto the platform, his expression perfectly calibrated—shock, concern, and anger all in equal measure."Your Majesty!" He rushed forward, and I noticed he was slightly out of breath, his boots marked with forest debris. "Are you hurt? I was checking the perimeter when I heard the commotion—"His eyes found the arrow embedded in the wall, and his face went pale. Perfect acting, I thought bitterly. Anyone watching would believe his shock was genuine."If I hadn't bent to tie my boot," Julius said, his voice shaking just enough to sell the lie, "I would have been in the forest line when that arrow was fired. I might have been able to stop—" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Thank the gods you moved when you did."More guards arrived, flooding the platform. Ares barked orders—secure the perimeter, search the forest, find the assassin. But his hand never left my wrist, his grip a silent accusation.Julius cau
The hour crawled by like a death sentence.I moved through the celebration on autopilot, smiling when expected, accepting congratulations on my "match" with the king like it was something to celebrate rather than a brand marking my servitude. Every moment felt surreal, like I was watching myself from a distance.Through the bond, I tracked Ares across the room. He was entertaining the northern alphas, discussing trade routes and territory disputes with the kind of casual dominance that made even hardened warriors defer to him. But I felt his attention on me, constant and unwavering, even when his eyes were elsewhere.He knew something was coming. He just didn't know what.My hands shook as I accepted another glass of wine I wouldn't drink. The blessed blade from my father was hidden somewhere in this castle, waiting for the Blood Moon. But tonight wasn't about that blade. Tonight was about proving my loyalty to Julius, about an arrow that wouldn't kill but would maim. Would put Ares d
He led me onto the dance floor as the music shifted to something slower, more intimate. His hand settled on my waist, burning through the thin silk. My hand rested on his shoulder, fingers grazing the nape of his neck.We moved together with an ease that should have been impossible. The bond might be muted, but our bodies knew each other, recognized each other."You're different tonight," Ares murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "The wolfsbane is still blocking the bond, but something's changed. You're... calmer. More focused.""Maybe I'm finally thinking clearly.""Or maybe you're finally committed to whatever plan Julius has cooked up." His grip tightened fractionally on my waist. "Which is it, Leah?""Maybe I'm just nervous," I whispered back. "Being paraded around like your whore tends to have that effect."His hand tightened on my waist, and through the bond, I felt his control slip for just a moment. Rage and hurt and possessiveness all tangled together."If you're just a