LOGINCallum’s POVI didn’t expect to lose that race.I knew that sounded arrogant, maybe, but it was just the truth. I had been into racing since I was seventeen, and I hadn’t lost a race in over a year. Coming in second tonight, to the same person I had lost to on the street a few nights before, wasn’t
I was scanning the crowd when I caught sight of someone near the far edge of the pit area. Tall, dark hair, broad shoulders. Something about the way he stood made my stomach do a small, stupid flip that was all too familiar.Callum?I squinted. The distance was too much to make out his features. Bef
Liora’s POVBy the fifth night of sneaking out, I’d stopped counting how close I came to getting caught.Marcus had nearly spotted me on the third night, forcing me to duck behind a hedge for ten minutes in the cold while he did his rounds. Zane had thought that was hilarious when I told him. I did
Liora’s POVI wasted no time changing into something dark and sneaking out. The palace was mostly quiet at that hour aside from the guards, but I knew their patrol schedules like the back of my hand, and all of the best routes to slip out without being noticed. By the time I made it out the back gat
“Mother.” I came to stand a few feet away, waiting for her to acknowledge me.My mother jerked her head up and gasped. She waved the servant away with one hand, then tried to stand, but quickly fell back into her chair with a small cry. I rushed over, placing my hand under her elbow to steady her, a
Liora’s POVThe palace was surrounded by a thick layer of snow that blanketed everything, burying the sprawling gardens beneath a shimmering sea of white. It made the tall, white marble walls and columns almost appear to glitter under the morning sun as they reflected the brightness of the snow, and
“No death,” he said lightly. “Just curious why you look like you’re trying to figure out the meaning of life over there.” He tilted his head to read the titles scattered around me. “‘Lycan bloodlines, Werewolf physiology, The Wolfless Paradox’…” His grin widened. “Wow. Someone’s desperate to get the
Liora They were smiling at me. All of them.Dozens of faces I hadn’t been allowed to look in the eye a month ago were now turned toward me with something like admiration. Or awe. Or relief.“Congratulations.”“You showed them.”“You give the rest of us hope!”Each of them, wolfless from around the
Bianca Do you know what’s worse than a broken heel during your entrance?A royal trumpet blaring when your life is clearly not ready for it.The second I stepped out of the bathroom—glowing, refreshed, a literal goddess in gold chiffon—I heard it. That cursed brass screech.The Alpha King.My stoma
Callum I knew what she was doing the moment she stopped in front of us.It was in the way she looked at me, like I was the last loose end in an otherwise flawless battle plan. Her expression wasn’t cruel. It was certain. That was somehow worse.I wanted to stop her. Just, reach out and say somethin







