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.
AsherThe front doors to my estate shut behind me with a hollow, echoing thud. I didn’t wait for the housekeeper’s greeting. Just brushed past the staff and shrugged off my cloak with a sharp flick, letting it fall to the entry bench instead of placing it on the hook like I normally would.“Shall I
“And yet,” he said, shifting closer, “you’re still standing.”That undid something in me. I stood, slowly, and faced him fully. The moonlight painted him silver: his cheekbones, his lashes, the edge of his jaw. The faintest shadow of stubble framed his mouth.His expression wasn’t commanding. It was
AsherThe moment I stepped through the doors of my private estate quarters, I slammed them shut so hard the frame rattled.Silence followed, thick and echoing. It pressed in on me like a second skin. I stood there for a long moment, unmoving, fingers curled into fists at my sides.He marked her. Aga
DamonThe ballroom shimmered with gold and candlelight; every surface polished to gleam and reflect power. Crystal chandeliers swayed faintly with the movement of the crowd, their light bending off silk coats and jewel-studded collars.I hated these events.I stood near the dais, half-listening to a







