LOGINOlivia's POVWe were almost at the side exit when Vanessa decided silence wasn't safe anymore.I felt her coming before I turned. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble. Her green gown rustled. A cold, familiar presence closed in—the same one that had once stood outside a silver cave and wished me dead. Dorian's arm tensed under my fingers. Cassian, a few steps behind us, went still and alert. This corridor was narrower than the ballroom, lined with tall mirrors and dim sconces. A few guests had wandered out for air. Nothing here would stay private.Vanessa stopped close enough to be heard, far enough to keep up appearances. Up close, the cracks showed. Her careful smile had thinned. Her eyes flicked between my face and Dorian's, calculating, furious, and faintly afraid."So the rumors weren't exaggerated after all," she said. Her tone was smooth, almost pleasant. Only someone who'd heard her laugh while I bled would catch the venom underneath. "Olivia. Or should I still call yo
Olivia's POVThe royal ball came on a clear, cold night, and nothing about it felt like chance.I hadn't thought I would stand under the ballroom's crystal lights so soon. The smaller party three nights before had only been a first step — enough to plant the truth of my return in the court's mind, enough to set the eastern lands buzzing with questions. This night was bigger. Every pack leader, every noble with ambition, every pair of watching eyes would be here. Cassian called it a chance worth taking. Dorian called it a risk we had to take. I called it the night the woman who left me for dead would finally have to look at me.My gown wasn't the silver-and-black one from before. This one turned from near-black at the hem to bright silver at the top, like moonlight poured over a shadow. I left my hair loose, save for a thin braid that circled my head like a quiet crown. I wore no jewels — I didn't need them. The faint glow under my skin, the one my gift refused to hide, was enough. Let
Olivia’s POVCassian showed up at sunset with a garment bag and the look of a brother who knew I wouldn’t protest.I spent the day getting ready quietly—checking updates on Vanessa’s growing unrest and practicing control over the Celestial power until the silver glow answered without spilling over. The rumors we spread kept moving, slow and toxic, through the outer areas of the capital and beyond. But tonight was no longer about whispers. Tonight, the court would gather formally for the first time since our return, and Cassian decided the Celestial Wolf wouldn’t stay hidden any longer.He hung the bag on the screen near the closet and stepped back."Father agreed," he said. "You’ll make a limited appearance. No full title announcement. No speaking required. But you will be seen. The right people will spread the truth faster than any rumor we could spread."I went to the screen and unzipped the bag.The dress inside was like moonlight on deep water—silver shifting to midnight at the he
Dorian’s POVThe dream always began the same wayI tasted metal and something sweet. Vanessa sat across from me with the soft smile she used when she pretended the child inside her was mine. Then the poison spread through my body, bringing a deep cold with it. That was when I understood the truth: the woman I had called my wife had chosen my brother and decided I was more useful dead than aliveI woke with a scream burning in my throatThe room was dark, except for the moonlight shining through the half-open curtains. My heart beat hard against the scar on my chest, as if it wanted to tear the old wound open. Sweat cooled on my skin, and for a few seconds, I did not know where I was. All I could remember was dirt falling over a body the world had already decided to buryThen the present returned—the royal palace, the rooms beside each other, the contract, and OliviaI wiped my face and forced myself to breathe slowly. Years of practice had taught me how to hide the worst memories behi
Olivia’s POVThe moon was high and full above the private training yard when Dorian decided I had rested long enoughI had spent the day inside the royal wing, listening to the rumors spread and hearing Cassian’s reports about Vanessa growing nervous, but by nightfall, the walls felt too close. The Celestial power inside me would no longer stay quiet. It pushed against my ribs with a restless heat, and when Dorian appeared at my door and said, “Come,” I did not argueHe led me through a side passage I barely remembered, down a short flight of stone steps, and into the private yard used by the royal family. High walls surrounded it, keeping out both noise and watching eyes. Moonlight covered the hard ground and the wooden posts used for training, while the quiet night held only the two of us“You have been holding it back too tightly,” Dorian said as he removed his cloak and placed it over one of the posts. His dark shirt showed the strength of his body and the pale scar across his che
Olivia’s POVThe first rumor was like one drop of ink falling into clear water.Three days after we arrived, I stood by the tall window in my room and watched the capital wake beneath the pale autumn sky. Below, the courtyards were already busy with messengers, nobles, and servants moving through the palace as if nothing had ever gone wrong. None of them knew that the Celestial Wolf they had once whispered about was alive and watching from above.That was about to change.Dorian entered without knocking. He had started doing that in the mornings, always pausing for a moment first, as if giving me time to decide whether I wanted the door between us closed. Today, I had left it open. He carried a folded piece of paper and wore the calm look of a man who had already thought through every possible result.“It is ready,” he said.I took the paper from him. The message was short and written to sound like simple gossip:*They say the Luna of Black Dynasty did not die in the silver cave. They







