ANMELDENHe passed two steps away, whistling a short melody, and the sound dissolved outside.
I moved forward again, my fingers brushing the wood of the stalls to keep myself steady. A brown horse stretched out its muzzle, warm and damp, and I stroked its forehead in a quick gesture.
At the back, a smaller door stood half open, more yellowish light escaping from beneath it. I reached it by hiding behind the piles of straw, pressed my shoulder to it, and pushed slowly. The room had a long
The image of that day came before I could avoid it, and, for a second, I was back in that lake, swimming downward in search of her body. I clenched my jaw, looking away, walking a few steps to the side of the dome, where the light did not reach as strongly.I ran a hand over my chin, breathing deeply, putting it back into place. When I turned again, there was no trace of it left on my face.When I opened my mouth to answer, the door of the dome opened, letting in a rush of footsteps and voices that cut through the moment before it could resolve itself. The counselors came together, in a group, as they always did when something escaped the routine — and the simple fact that none of them wore a cloak said enough about the haste with which they had been called.Saulo came in front, adjusting the sleeves of his still-misaligned tunic, his quick gaze sweeping over the space before stopping on me. “Has something happened, Your Majesty?”I cleared my throat, straightening my posture almost b
The order spread with delay, as if it needed to cross an invisible resistance before being accepted. One by one, the barrels of the weapons began to lower. Some soldiers exchanged quick glances before obeying, others simply gave in, as if that were the only possible way out within a scene that had already slipped out of control.Behind me, the murmur returned. It was not full relief. Not yet. It was the beginning of it, mixed with the fear that everything could change again at any second.I did not move.My eyes remained fixed on the spot where Ravok had been, as if the space still held his presence, as if it had not truly ended. Because it had not.He had not gone back.He had only… allowed someone else to resolve it for him.And that was worse.The woman’s hand was still in mine, firm, warm, alive. I squeezed back, but my chest did not follow the gesture. The feeling was not victory.At some point during the week
Valassan stared at me from afar, his eyes narrowed, assessing, not hiding his discomfort, or perhaps the challenge.Rose appeared running right after, her breathing failing, her hurried steps echoing across the courtyard. “Melany, please!”For a second, no one moved.The soldiers exchanged quick glances among themselves, the formation still firm, but marked by obvious hesitation, tense fingers on their weapons, not knowing whether they could shoot or whether they should wait for a new order. Some adjusted their posture, others looked away for a second, seeking a confirmation that did not come, trapped between the command already given and the unexpected presence I represented there.Behind me, the humans’ silence was even heavier. I felt their eyes on my back, and it was not hard to imagine what they were thinking. I was a useless interruption, a weak attempt before something inevitable, someone who had placed herself in the wrong place
At some point, in the middle of crying, I fell asleep, my exhausted body giving in without me realizing it, my mind finally shutting off after insisting for so long on feeling.I woke to the sound of footsteps in the corridor, several of them, hurried, cutting through the silence of the early morning in a harsh, disorganized way, and for a second it took me a while to understand where I was, the blanket still heavy over me, my face damp, my breathing uneven.The door opened suddenly.I lifted my eyes, still confused, blinking against the light that invaded the room, until I recognized the figure standing there.Rose.She was at the door, her chest rising and falling far too quickly, her eyes shining with tears that threatened to fall, her hands close to her face, trembling, as if they did not know where to rest.“What happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse, still heavy with sleep and with everything I had cried before.“Oh, girl…”She closed the door behind her in a hurry and came to me,
The silence that followed was heavy, loaded with things unsaid, contained questions, something uncomfortable that insisted on remaining between us. Our gazes met through the mirror, held for a second that stretched beyond what was comfortable.Ravok opened his mouth, about to speak, but stopped. His expression changed for an instant, his jaw tightening before he retreated from his own intention. He closed his lips and looked away. “All right. Good night.”He turned toward the door with sudden decision, extending his hand to the handle.My body reacted before I could think.“Ravok.”I remembered what Rose had told me before, about not all wolves being bad, and the idea returned insistently, opening space between the certainties I had been sustaining until then. Maybe Ravok was not so bad. Maybe, if I gave him the chance to prove it, he could surprise me.He stopped with his hand on the handle. He did not turn around.
She nodded, but the movement was fragile, and it convinced neither me nor herself. “I am sorry, Melany,” she said, and now her voice came broken, scraping in her throat. “I also lost my daughter to powerful people. These wolves…” She turned her face toward the castle. “They take everything from people like us, less important people. I would love to be your mother, because that would mean my daughter is alive, but…”The air grew heavy between us, unbearable, and I felt that, if she finished that sentence, something inside me would not withstand it.“You are not my mother,” I completed, before she could say it. The words came out fast, and in the next instant they were already hurting me.She brought her hand to her mouth, her body bending slightly, and the crying that had been silent before broke completely, stronger, louder, impossible to contain.I did not move. I could not. I stayed there, st
Ravok’s POVThe water closed over us in a violent rush.The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, pressure slamming into my ears as darkness swallowed everything at
Victoria’s POVThe royal mantle rested heavy on my shoulders as I walked through the corridor, its embroidered fabric whispering softly with each step. The stone beneath my boots was polished to a dull sheen, refl
A sudden crash exploded from outside the room, loud enough to make the walls tremble. The sound cut her off mid-sentence, sharp and violent, stealing the words from her mouth as we both froze.A mechanical thud, like so
I had already rejected an alpha once. I wasn’t about to bow to the will of a murderous king.His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as his eyes raked over me. “You should thank me,” Ravok said. “I







