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.
LilaSnow clung to the edge of my breath.The world around me was hushed, buried beneath a blanket of white that glittered under the sharp light of stars. Each flake was perfect. Every tree was bare and watching.And I stood barefoot at the edge of a forest I didn’t recognize, the snow cold against
LilaI wasn’t supposed to be in this wing. The western corridor was quiet.I’d come this way on instinct more than intention, taking the long route back to my chambers after leaving the infirmary, trying to shake off the heaviness pressing behind my ribs.A sharp breath. A whisper of movement. I fro
DamonThe scent of sweat and oil hit me before I opened the door.The royal training hall was half-lit, the overhead lanterns casting long shadows across the stone floor. Weapons lined the walls—blunted swords, spears, and staff. The air was thick with the sharp metallic tang of old blood and the ra
DamonThe frost on my window caught the morning light, spidering silver veins across the glass. I stood motionless in front of it, hands clasped tight behind my back, watching the courtyard below like a man waiting for battle—or for something worse.My gaze locked onto her before I even knew I was l







