LOGINGianna stood at the edge of the crowd of guards and watched Pietra sob over Cyrus's stretcher. For a moment nobody moved. The flowers still lay scattered across the road, and the cheering had faded into a strange, uneasy hush."He saved my life," Gianna said quietly. "He took an arrow meant for me. He's been like this since yesterday."Pietra looked up at her with red, swollen eyes. She seemed to be waiting for anger, or for an order to leave. It didn't come."Let her walk beside him," Gianna told the guards. "She can come to the palace."Nolan glanced at her, one eyebrow raised, but he said nothing. He only shifted Luna's blanket higher on his shoulder and kept moving.Gianna didn't fully understand her own choice. She had spent months hating this woman, or at least resenting her. She remembered the lies, the rallies outside the gates, and the way Pietra had let her carry the guilt of a lost child that had never really been lost. Yet watching her cry now, hunched over a man she had o
Nolan stared down at Cyrus's still, unconscious form for a long moment, uncertain what exactly he felt as he watched the man's chest rise and fall in slow, shallow breaths. Their history stretched back through years of bitterness and betrayal, through humiliation and jealousy that had nearly cost Gianna her happiness more than once. And yet, twice now, this same man had thrown himself between danger and the people Nolan loved most in the world, taking wounds meant for Gianna without a moment's hesitation either time.He didn't know how to reconcile the two versions of Cyrus that existed in his mind, the cruel, arrogant Alpha who had once treated Gianna so poorly, and the desperate, wounded man now lying unconscious before him, having sacrificed his own safety twice over for a woman he'd once nearly destroyed."We move now," Nolan said finally, pushing aside the complicated tangle of emotion in favor of practical urgency. "Fenna needs proper facilities to treat him. We can't manage thi
The journey home felt lighter than the one that had carried them into Vaelthorn's cold, gray borders, though exhaustion pressed heavily on every member of the group, wounds still tender, nerves still raw from everything they'd survived. The freed children stayed pressed close to Gianna and Nolan the entire way, flinching at unexpected sounds, refusing to stray more than a few feet from the adults who had pulled them free of that terrible dungeon.They stopped to rest at a shallow river crossing as the second day of travel wore on, horses drinking gratefully while the group settled along the muddy bank to eat what little food remained in their packs. Gianna sat with Luna cradled against her chest, watching the freed children splash tentatively at the water's edge, their laughter tentative and unfamiliar, as though they'd forgotten how such a sound was meant to feel.One of the smallest boys, no older than three, wandered away from the others and settled quietly beside her instead, watc
Chapter 256The King's TruthGianna moved before she'd even consciously decided to, her body responding to instincts that seemed to have awakened fully alongside the surge of power now coursing through her veins. The nearest guard lunged toward her, blade flashing, and she sidestepped him with an ease that felt almost effortless, her hand catching his wrist and twisting sharply enough to send his weapon clattering uselessly to the stone floor before he could even register what had happened."Nolan," she said, her voice carrying a new steadiness, "stay close to me."He didn't question her, moving instantly to fight alongside her rather than in front of her, the two of them falling into a rhythm that felt almost choreographed despite having never fought together in quite this way before. Where Nolan struck with brute strength and years of trained combat experience, Gianna moved with something entirely different, a fluid, instinctive grace that let her anticipate each attack a heartbeat
Gianna moved before she'd even consciously decided to, her body responding to instincts that seemed to have awakened fully alongside the surge of power now coursing through her veins. The nearest guard lunged toward her, blade flashing, and she sidestepped him with an ease that felt almost effortless, her hand catching his wrist and twisting sharply enough to send his weapon clattering uselessly to the stone floor before he could even register what had happened."Nolan," she said, her voice carrying a new steadiness, "stay close to me."He didn't question her, moving instantly to fight alongside her rather than in front of her, the two of them falling into a rhythm that felt almost choreographed despite having never fought together in quite this way before. Where Nolan struck with brute strength and years of trained combat experience, Gianna moved with something entirely different, a fluid, instinctive grace that let her anticipate each attack a heartbeat before it came, her reflexes
Gianna stared at the glowing pearls in disbelief, her heart pounding with a strange mixture of hope and confusion. She had expected, if anything happened at all, to hear Iris's familiar voice threading through her mind. Instead, when the voice finally came, it carried an unfamiliar warmth, softer than Iris's had been, but no less steady. "You are not who I expected to answer," the voice said, gentle amusement coloring the words. "But I suppose that matters little now." "Who are you?" Gianna asked aloud, glancing around instinctively to make sure none of the nearby soldiers had noticed her speaking alone into the darkness. "My name is Wren," the voice said. "I was a friend of Iris, long ago, before either of us passed from the world of the living. She spoke of you often, near the end. I did not expect to ever make use of this connection myself, but circumstances have clearly changed." Gianna felt tears prick unexpectedly at the corners of her eyes at the mention of Iris, grief and
Chapter FourCyrus and Pietra said goodbye at the door for four full minutes.Gianna watched from inside the carriage through the small window, arms crossed, expression blank.Pietra had both of Cyrus's hands in hers. She was looking up at him saying something – Gianna couldn't hear it and honestl
Chapter ThreeGetting out of bed took longer than it should have.Evelyn hovered the entire time – hands half-raised, ready to catch her – while Gianna moved carefully, testing each step like she was walking on ice. The lump on her skull had softened slightly overnight but the unpleasant headache
Chapter TwoShe was having the best dream of her life.She didn't know what it was about – just that it was warm, and she was laughing, and nothing hurt.Then she felt eyes on her.Gianna's eyes snapped open.A man was sitting in the chair right beside her bed, close enough that she could see the i
Chapter OneThe gates swung open at dusk. Gianna heard the patrol return before she saw it – boots on gravel, wolves shifting back to skin, the familiar chaos of Valemont's warriors coming home.She was standing on the upper terrace with a glass of wine when she saw Cyrus walk through the main ga







