ログインGREYSONInstead of answering me, the seer gestured toward the small table. And only then did I notice the tea. The same foul-smelling, murky liquid sat in two cups, steam curling lazily into the air, and my stomach churned at the scent, but I didn’t hesitate. I crossed the distance in two strides, grabbed the cup, and threw it back in one gulp. It slithered all the way down, slimy as hell. But I barely tasted it before falling into the chair opposite her, my chest still heaving.The seer sat down across from me with infuriating calm as she lifted her cup. “Yes,” she said at last. “And no.” My head snapped up. “What does that mean?” Her gaze dropped to her tea, and she dipped her finger into the cup and began to move it in lazy circles, as though stirring something invisible. “You are the reason your father died, well, partly,” she said, and my heart stuttered hard in my chest. “But it wasn't Olympia’s doing.”The words didn’t make sense. If it wasn’t Olympia, then who...? "Marcus,"
KATARINAEveryone stared at me after I finished speaking, and I hadn’t meant to raise my voice, but my chest heaved as if I had just run miles. Grief and anger had tangled together inside me until they spilled out without permission, and the silence that followed felt fragile.I swallowed and turned to Cyra, knowing she meant well. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I didn’t mean to—”“It’s okay,” she replied quickly, nodding. Her eyes were still glossy with tears. “I understand.” The elder cleared his throat gently, drawing our attention back to the reason we were here. His voice carried authority, but it was still threaded with sorrow. “It is time,” he said. “We will proceed with the receiving.” I didn’t know what was expected of us to do, as I had never attended such a thing, but Ines quickly whispered in my ear. We exited the cars, and several pack members stepped forward, each holding a woven basket. Inside lay dozens of deep crimson flowers called “flame petals,” the sacred bloom th
KATARINAA knock on the front door jolted me awake, as if a hand had yanked me from deep water. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, my body heavy and my mind foggy from finally falling asleep after staring at the ceiling all night.But then the knocking began again, louder this time. My eyes opened to find the room still dark, and I turned to the clock on the bedside table, which read 4:35 a.m. My eyebrow furrowed. Who might be knocking at this hour? Greyson wouldn't knock. He had his own access.A cold ripple ran through me, and I pushed myself up, sleep still stubbornly clinging to my limbs. I had spent the entire night replaying Greyson's abrupt departure and his expression when he answered the phone that summoned him away. I had been trying to figure out what could have been urgent enough to wake him up in the middle of the night. But I'd come up with nothing.Swinging my legs over the bed, I stood up, grabbing my robe and pulling it tight around me. I rubbed my eyes as I app
THIRD-PARTY VIEWPOINTGreyson approached the bed in three strides, calling out his father's name. How could this be? How could he have gone? He hadn't even felt him go. His hands hovered before eventually gripping his father's shoulders.The skin remained warm, but there was no response beneath it, nor any powerful aura pressing back. He shook his father's shoulders, refusing to believe that this was the end.“Father," he exclaimed, his voice breaking as he pressed his ear to his father's chest, hoping that the doctors had made a mistake, but he was met with unmistakable silence.“No," he said louder this time. “You do not get to do this. Not like this." He clutched his father's shirt, as if he could will life back into him.“Please, I need you. I need you, Father!" His voice broke as he said the final word, and his mind spun out of control as none of this made sense.How could his father be so healthy and yet have a heart attack? Someone must have done something to him, he reasoned,
KATARINAI didn't realize I'd stopped breathing until the silence suffocated me as Greyson's eyes bore into mine in the darkness. My heart raced faster and faster as dread churned in my stomach, not knowing what would happen next. My palms dampened against the sheets, and my wolf's voice warned me to close my eyes, but how could I? What if this offended him? I was about to tell her this when the suite's phone rang.The sharp sound broke the silence, and I jumped, startled, releasing a small gasp before I could stop it. I had no idea who was calling or why, but I was relieved Greyson's eyes had left mine. I briefly considered moving and answering the phone. Greyson, however, made the first move. He walked across the room in an instant and picked it up.There was a pause, followed by, “What?!" The word exploded from him, and I bolted upright in the bed, the shock in his voice sending a new wave of fear through me. My lips parted, nearly forming the question, “What's wrong?" But I cou
GREYSONIt took me several long minutes to lift my head from the steering wheel and force my hands to stop trembling as I pulled out into the night. But calming my body did nothing for my mind. The seer’s voice echoed relentlessly in my head as she told me that Olympia wasn’t resting. Swallowing hard, I pressed my foot harder against the accelerator, as if speed might outrun my mind. My thoughts then drifted to the last option the seer had implied, the one so vile my body had recoiled even sitting in that chair. My stomach clenched hard; it was unthinkable.Cyra was my everything, my strength, my refuge, and the only person who ever truly understood me. I’d die before I hurt her. Katarina’s terrified face flashed before my eyes, the way she had looked at me that night, the shock that had morphed into terror. And the memory hit differently now, before a suffocating sense of being trapped closed around my chest.I should never have agreed to marry her. I should have fought harder; may







