로그인There were three arms of the council, each with their designated role in the governing of Silver Crest. The Executive held the most power, making the crucial decisions that shaped our world. The Legislature came second, tasked with writing the laws that supposedly bound us all. The Judiciary interpreted those laws, serving as judges and arbiters when disputes arose.
In reality, they meant nothing to me. The truth was that none of them had any real power. Kieran, Asher, and I were the oneDominicThe hotel went quiet beneath my voice, not silent, never silent in a place this alive, but quiet in the way a room goes quiet when something important is about to be said.“Ladies and gentlemen. Werewolves, demons, witches, and every other creature of the dark currently enjoying my hospitality.” I let my voice carry the particular weight I reserved for moments that mattered. “I am Prince Dominic of Black Crest.”I felt the attention of the entire building shift toward me at once, every floor, every table, every cage and corridor and private room, all of it turning in the direction of my voice the way iron filings turn toward a magnet. Lord B
Dominic“You may be the Alpha,” Lord Baron said, leaning back in my chair with the relaxed insolence of a man who had badly miscalculated his own importance, “but in here, you are just another debtor.”I showed nothing on my face.There was an art to that, to letting a man talk himself further into the grave he was digging, to giving him just enough rope and just enough silence that he mistook my patience for uncertainty. Lord Baron had never been intelligent enough to recognize the difference between a predator that hesitates and a predator that waits.He was a low-ranking Beta, noble by birth and a failure by every measure that had ever mattered to me. He had been born into privilege he had done nothing to earn and had spent his life since compensating for the fact that he had never once proven himself capable of holding power through anything other than money. The result sat in front of me now, overweight in the particular way of men who substitute appetite for ambition, his chin f
Dominic.I watched with interest as a demon was brought out of its glass cage and made to kneel before Circe. My specialist nodded to me respectfully and left.Demons were like rodents in Silver Crests. They were many, deceitful and mischievous. They had human features but what gave them away was their ears which was pointed and fangs on their upper teeth.They came in all colors. Red skinned, green skinned or even normal human skin. They were also magical creatures which means that they had magical origins. What demons knew how to do best was grant wishes.This is one in my prison was captured by me because he failed to grant me one wish after he tasted of my blood.Demons were addicted to Alpha blood due to the powerful essence it held. Like Aurora, they fed on energy but theirs was through blood and not sex.“Prince Dominic,” the demon purred and smiled desperately. “It has been a while since I have laid eyes on you." "Trickster,” I replied. “As of this moment, you are no long
SageHe stumbled away without speaking.I watched him go. The crowd did not fill the silence the way crowds usually fill silences, with noise, with movement, with the instinctive covering-over that groups do when something uncomfortable has happened in their midst. Instead they stayed where they were and stayed quiet, and the quiet had a texture to it. The weight of people recalibrating.They had felt it. All of them within range had felt the magic, and the feeling of it was written across their faces in different combinations of the same essential ingredients, unease, fascination, the particular wariness of people who have just encountered something they do not have a category for.A werewolf with magic.I understood the reaction. I had spent long enough being the thing people didn’t have a category for to recognize it on sight.“Perhaps Lady Sage would prefer somewhere private.”Argos materialized at my right side with the timing of someone who had been watching carefully and had ch
SageI wanted to leave.The desire had moved past wanting and into something more physical, a pressure behind my sternum, an itch beneath my skin, the specific restlessness of a body that has absorbed too much and is now quietly insisting on an exit. I had told myself I was prepared for whatever Dominic wanted to show me. I had believed it, the way you believe things when you are trying to be brave and haven’t yet encountered the specific thing that will prove you wrong.I had not been prepared.I could not stop seeing Dominic’s face when Circe walked in. That flicker of recognition, immediate and unguarded, the kind that surfaces before a person has time to decide whether they want it to show. He knew her. Not casually. Not the way you know someone whose name you once heard in a room you were passing through. He knew her the way people know each other when something significant has passed between them, when the history is layered and textured and probably not simple.It pissed me off
The walk back to my room felt strange in a way I couldn’t name for the first few minutes then I named it: it felt normal. Ordinary. The hallway was the hallway it had always been. Pack members moved through it on their way to breakfast, to training, to wherever their ordinary mornings were taking them. Some nodded. Some smiled. One of the younger women asked me how I’d slept.I told her fine.They didn’t know yet. The rumors were probably already moving through the pack the way rumors always did, fast and shapeless, picking up detail and distortion in equal measure as they traveled from mouth to mouth. But they hadn’t reached everyone. The morning was still new enough that I could walk through it without the knowledge of what I
Asher.She was a beautiful and mature hunt dog. My eyes roamed all over her body and stopped at her big bosoms. She was a piece of sweet and diabetic induci
What I saw made my blood run cold.Heavily armed men were moving through the crowd like wolves through sheep. I recognized them immediately, High Guards of the Council, their black unifor
SAGEThe wretched and broken stayed here. That’s what everyone said about Mountain Back, and they weren’t wrong. This place was home to the lowliest of the low, the forgotten ones, the castoffs, the wolves who didn’t fit into Silver Crest’s pristine vision of itself. Here, crime rates were high eno
“How many incidents this week?” I asked Dominic as we walked to the area of emergency.“We stopped counting,” Dominic said with a grim expression on his face. “After three years we lost count.”We were led to a briefing room with different screens showing all the areas the attack had taken place.“







