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In the cover of the night
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The Mate Games The identity of the black wolf
ALTHEATheo’s voice is calm, but I can feel the tension underneath.My heart is still racing from everything Asher’s mother just told me, but I force my face into something neutral. Steady. My hands feel cold.“I just came to check on her,” I say, slipping the words out carefully, like a note passed through locked doors. “She looked unsettled yesterday. I wanted to make sure she was all right.”He raises an eyebrow, glancing between me and the room behind me. “You sure she didn’t unsettle you?”I manage a light laugh. “It’s hard not to be, around her.”Behind me, I hear her voice shift—thin and frayed, climbing back into the cage she’s lived in for years.“She speaks to the stars, you know,” the Queen says loudly, her voice carrying into the corridor. “They sing to her when the lights go out. Poor girl. Poor little thing. She’s going to be the end of us all.”I glance back once and she’s already turned away from the window, rocking slightly in her chair, muttering something under her
The Mate Games Memory loss
ASHERThe light fades again.Not all at once, but slowly, like someone pulling a curtain over my mind, dragging me back under. I fight it. I try to hold on to the sound of her voice, to the warmth of her hand on my skin, but it slips through my fingers like smoke, and I fall. And suddenly, I’m not in that room anymore.I’m back in the woods.Again. It’s the same dream.The cold is sharp in the air, and the trees tower over me, unmoving and ancient. My paws press into the earth, the forest floor soft beneath me. I hear footsteps—no, pawsteps, beside mine. Cale. He’s running next to me, just like before, his black fur a blur in the corner of my vision. He barks once, that same wild, laughing sound, and I want to bark back. I want to believe in this moment again.But I know what’s coming.I always do.The woods give way to the clearing, and just like before, we hear her. The song. That voice. The girl.And just like last time, we follow it.I don’t want to.I don’t want to see it again.
The Mate Games An old forgotten story
ALTHEAI don’t move at first. Her voice is steady now, no trace of madness or fear. Only a sharp edge, honed by years of silence. A voice I think I would have liked, once. Trusted. But now, it’s something I can barely understand.I walk forward slowly, watching her face for cracks, waiting for the shift—the return of trembling hands or broken speech. But it doesn’t come.She’s still in her nightgown, but it hangs off her frame differently now. Not like it swallows her, but like it fits. Like she chose it. Her eyes meet mine, clear, focused, cold.I sit.She watches me for a long breath, then leans back slightly in her chair, one hand resting on the window sill. Outside, the early morning is painting the sky in gold and gray.“You want the truth,” she says. “Then you have to understand where it all began.”I nod, but she doesn’t look at me again. Her gaze stays outside, like she’s watching something only she can see.“There was a time,” she begins, “when this court was whole. When the
The Mate Games Finally, the truth
ALTHEAShe’s been pretending this whole time.My breath catches again, but this time for an entirely different reason.I stare down at the book in my hands—still turned the way it fell, still wrong on the outside but right on the inside. The edges are soft, the spine worn. The pages smell faintly of lavender and something older, something like dust and memory.I don’t know how long I sit like this.My fingers frozen around the cover. My heart hammering.She’s not mad. Not broken. Not lost.She’s hiding.But hiding from who? From what?Her voice echoes in my mind now—not the wild, trembling one from moments ago, but the one that slipped through, sharp as glass.“She tricked him. Told him he was cursed. But it was all her. HER.”Who? Who was she talking about?The king?The fake queen?Or someone else?I rise slowly, the book still pressed to my chest. My legs feel shaky, like they’ve been asked to hold more weight than they can bear. I place the book back on the table, trying not to le
The Mate Games She’s been pretending
ALTHEAMy breath catches.I don’t move, not right away. His words still echo in my head, and I can’t shake them off.“She has the answers.”Asher’s grip had gone slack the moment he said it. His hand dropped from my wrist like all the strength in his body had fled at once, and just like that, he was unconscious again. Pale. Still.But not gone.I stand by his bedside a little longer, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the way a faint line creases his brow even in sleep. He looks… younger like this. Less haunted.It doesn’t help the way my chest twists.I should go.I finally take a step back, my feet dragging as I leave the room and close the door quietly behind me. The corridor is colder than I remember. The air stings. My thoughts are all jumbled, pulling in too many directions at once.He killed my mother.But he’s not the monster I wanted him to be.And now I can’t decide what hurts more, that I believed he was. Or that he might not be.My steps echo down the hallway as
The Mate Games She’ll tell you everything
ASHERDarkness drags me under.It’s heavy and sticky, like oil clinging to my skin, my thoughts, my lungs. I can’t breathe right, can’t move. And I don’t know where I am, only that I’m not alone.The dream doesn’t feel like a dream. It’s more like being pulled through a memory I didn’t ask to remember. One I didn’t even know I had.I see trees first. Tall and endless, the kind that stretch up so far the light barely breaks through. I’m running through them, my paws brushing across dried leaves, my breath fogging the cold air. There’s a laugh beside me—sharp and wild, full of joy. I know that voice.“Come on, Ash!”It’s Cale.My cousin. My… brother in everything but blood. I haven’t thought about him in years, and now here he is, racing beside me in the shape of a jet-black wolf, our paws thudding in sync.I forgot how close we used to be.The scene shifts.We’re younger now. Human. Small limbs, big grins, both of us sitting on the kitchen counter while Martha huffs and mutters under h
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