LOGINLilaIt’s strange how the smallest sound, like the brush of quill to parchment, can fill a room with thoughts.The palace beyond our chambers is silent now, its pulse softened to the rhythm of domestic life. I can hear faint laughter drifting through the open balcony doors: the twins chasing each ot
DamonSomewhere below, laughter spills faintly through the gardens: high, bright, unguarded. The twins again, playing well-past their bedtime but I don’t have the heart to call them inside.I walk the long hall that leads from the council chamber to our private suite, the torches low, their flames s
Every tree leans toward the wind, every leaf trembles like it recognizes us.Ruby hums beneath my ribs, her joy is an endless echo. Faster, she urges. The world will wait for us to slow down later.So we run.Zane’s golden form stays just ahead, his stride long and sure, the light from the moon catc
LilaI could feel it in the stone beneath my bare feet, in the calm rhythm of the sentries’ hearts beyond the gates: the kingdom was in a time of peace.I slipped through the eastern corridor, skirts gathered in one hand, the cool floor pressing against my soles. When I reached the stables, I found
The crowd quieted instantly as she lifted her hands over the flame. The moon above flared brighter, its light spilling across her skin like liquid light.This was her kingdom. Our kingdom. I realized it had never really been mine alone.LilaThe fire crackled, alive and breathing. Its gold bled into
DamonThe air burned cold and clean beneath the full moon.From the dais, I could see the courtyard stretch endlessly below; lanterns hanging from the ramparts, petals scattered across stone, banners of every Pack rippling in the silver wind.Wolves, healers, and warriors stood shoulder to shoulder.
I hadn’t seen him since the day in the square. I’d spent the hours that followed convincing myself I’d imagined it, that grief and fear could conjure illusions just as easily as magic could. But Ruby would never lied to me. “He’s watching,” she murmured now, her voice a low hum at the back of my
Asher I loved the Council Chamber. It was full of the scent of old wood and the faint tang of nervous sweat under the stink of authority. Yes, I’d always liked this room. The King’s chair sat empty at the head of the long table, its shadow stretching toward me in a way that I took as an invitati
And still, I stayed for days. The village had a rhythm, and I began to move with it; repairing fences, hauling wood, escorting the females who gathered herbs near the tree line. They were wary at first. Wolves always are. But fear dulls fast when hunger and weather are the greater threat. I fo
Asher The storm outside the palace hadn’t stopped for days. Rain lashed against the tall windows, each gust of wind rattling the panes as though the world itself was impatient for change. I stood at the head of the long oak table, watching the council gather one by one. The elders, the pack Alph







