MasukMaeveI slept for three hours.Apparently becoming an accidental Queen, throwing fifteen wolves through the air, surviving a drive by family reunion, and attending a blood debt feast still wasn't enough to convince my body to sleep longer. Rude.By the time Ronan and I reached the lower cells, Cassian was already waiting outside Mara's interrogation room with coffee. The stone corridor smelled faintly of damp and old iron, the kind of smell that clung to the walls no matter how many torches burned. He held one cup out to me. I stared at it."For me?""You look terrible.""That's incredibly sweet.""You're welcome."Ronan took the cup from my hand, smelled it, then handed it back. I looked at him."Did you just check my coffee for poison?""Yes."Cassian tipped his head back toward the ceiling. "We're doing this now?"Ronan opened the door. "We're doing this forever."Unfortunately, I believed him.Mara was already seated inside a new truth circle that Elowen had put in last night.No
RonanIt took Caine approximately twelve minutes to pretend an invading royal army had not interrupted dinner. I loved my pack. I also suspected every one of them was insane.Tables had been righted. Food reheated. Children reclaimed whatever seats they had abandoned when the horns sounded. Someone had restarted the music. The night air still smelled faintly of smoke and crushed grass where the fighting had been, but the fire pit blazed on as though nothing had ever tried to put it out.Gemma stood behind one of the serving tables threatening bodily harm against a warrior who had apparently taken three servings before everyone else had eaten. Normal. Almost.Maeve sat beside me with a plate she had barely touched. I looked at it. Then at her."Eat."Her eyes narrowed. "Don't start.""You haven't eaten.""I've had a busy evening."I pushed the plate closer. She stabbed a potato with unnecessary aggression. Satisfied, I looked away.The empty chair remained at the end of the central tab
MaeveFor several seconds after the last Silver Crown wolf disappeared beyond the western markers, nobody moved. Not them. Not us. Not me. The clearing had gone so quiet that I could hear my own breathing.Then I turned around. And realized every person behind me was still on their knees.Cassian. Torin. Theron. Tyson. Corina. Lyra. Caine warriors. Trackers. Even Soren had one hand braced against the ground as if she had tried to fight whatever I had done and lost.Only Ronan remained standing. My stomach dropped."Oh."Cassian slowly lifted his head. His expression was flat. "Excellent observation, Luna.""Shut up.""I would love to." He glanced pointedly at his knees. "Unfortunately, I'm apparently awaiting royal permission."Fuck. I immediately reached for whatever part of me had pressed them down. The power was still there. Huge. Cold. Waiting. I pulled it back."Get up."The pressure vanished. Everyone moved at once. Some stood quickly. Others staggered. Theron rolled one shoulde
MaeveI stared at my mother, words gathering inside me that I knew better than to voice. None of them would have been polite. Behind me, Ronan’s anger pressed against our bond, hot and immediate, but I hardly noticed it anymore. Exhaustion had settled into my bones, a deep and bitter fatigue from years of others telling me what I thought, what I felt, and why I made the choices I did.My mother shifted her attention to Ronan, perhaps realizing she would get nowhere with me and hoping for a different outcome with him instead.“Alpha Caine,” she addressed him.Ronan’s expression became unreadable. “I would not,” he replied.“This does not have to end in blood,” she tried.“You crossed my border with an armed force,” he reminded her.“We came for our Queen.”“You found her,” he said, his voice growing cold. “She said no.”I felt something warm flicker inside me at that. He never claimed me. He never said I belonged to him. Just that I had said no.Isolde studied him carefully. “If you tr
MaeveThe words hung between us, heavy and foul, as if something rotten had been placed in the space that separated me from my mother.Ronan remained motionless, and so did I, but the tension behind me was palpable. Every Caine wolf could feel his anger, and so could the Silver Crown. My mother looked at Ronan with a wary, simmering hatred, as if he were some threat she had spent years preparing herself to despise.I shifted, stepping into her direct line of sight. “Stop looking at him,” I told her.
MaeveThey came for their queen.Those words echoed in my mind as I walked across the western grounds, each step drawing me closer to the unknown. I had no idea what the words meant, nor was I sure I wanted to know. Ronan kept close, silent and steady beside me. Ahead, Cassian and Torin led the way with warriors fanning out through the thick brush. Theron, Tyson, Corina, and Lyra followed behind us, their presence a quiet reassurance.Not a single person spoke. The horns had gone silent, and somehow, that was more unsettling than their call.The trees thinned, branches falling away like a curtain opening, and I stopped in my tracks. My heart stuttered.The clearing beyond the Caine markers was filled with wolves... so many that I lost count. Not ten. Not twenty. Nearly a hundred, all standing in ordered ranks, some in wolf form, others shaped as humans, every one of them armed. Black and silver banners rose behind them, barely shifting in the night breeze, each one emblazoned with a c







