LUCIANI knew Evelara was scheming again the moment I caught her standing too long in the shadows of the east hall.Most people passed by with a purpose, servants rushing with trays, guards patrolling with steady steps. Evelara lingered, poised like a spider waiting for prey to stumble into her web. Her head tilted ever so slightly toward the corridor that led to the servants’ wing.I stopped at the far end of the hall, silent, watching her. She didn’t notice me at first. Her eyes were sharp and hungry, lips pursed in quiet satisfaction.The longer I stood there, the colder my blood ran.She wasn’t just watching. She was studying Amaya. Waiting for her.When Amaya finally appeared, carrying folded linens in her arms, Evelara’s posture shifted, shoulders straight, chin lifted, like a hawk spotting a rabbit in an open field.“Amaya,” she called softly, almost sweetly.Amaya froze mid-step, the slightest hesitation before she schooled her features and lowered her head. “My lady.”I clenc
AMAYAThe morning was already heavy with tension before Evelara even entered the chamber.I was on my knees, scrubbing the cold stone floor near the long table where the council usually gathered. The sound of my brush echoed in the otherwise quiet room, and each scrape seemed louder than it should. My thoughts spun restlessly, Lucian’s words, Darian’s silence, my own confusion. I couldn’t seem to quiet my mind anymore.That was when the door opened.I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Evelara carried her own atmosphere, sharp, cold, dripping with disdain. I felt it wash over me even before I caught the click of her heels.“Still on your knees, I see,” she said smoothly. “How fitting.”I swallowed back the immediate retort that burned on my tongue. Instead, I lowered my gaze and kept scrubbing. “The floors won’t clean themselves.”She circled the table slowly, like a predator surveying prey. "You've been very visible lately, Amaya. Too visible. Always scurrying about at the w
AMAYAI haven’t seen Lucian since that night he slipped into my room.It's strange, the silence that followed. No teasing smirks when I pass him in the corridor. No sudden footsteps catch me off guard in the halls. He's here, always here, I can feel it, but he hasn't pushed his presence on me the way he usually does.And yet, somehow, it feels like he’s closer than ever.I don’t know how to explain it. It’s in the way his eyes linger when we cross paths in the dining hall, in the tension that hangs in the air whenever he’s nearby. It’s in the heat that curls in my chest at the thought of him, no matter how much I try to push it away.I hate it. I hate that I'm drawn to him. I hate that I can't stop thinking about the look he gave me the last time, the look that made my stomach twist as if he was bearing something raw and dangerous.Tonight, the corridors are quiet. I’m carrying folded linens back toward the servants’ wing when I hear footsteps behind me. My heart stutters. I already k
LUCIANThe slam of Darian’s office door still vibrates in my bones as I stride down the hall, fury biting at every step. I can’t breathe. My chest feels too tight, my skin too hot. His words echo in my head, sharp and unforgiving.Stay away from Amaya.As if that’s possible.I reach my room and throw the door shut behind me, leaning back against it with a growl. My fists ache, knuckles raw from clenching them so hard during our confrontation. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to tear into him until one of us bled.Instead, I swallowed it.Because that’s what this is turning into, me choking down the truth while he pretends he has control over it.I push away from the door and stalk to the window, throwing it open to the cold night air. The moon hangs low, pale and watchful, casting silver over the courtyard below. My reflection stares back at me in the glass, jaw tight, eyes burning, hair falling over my face in damp strands from the sweat of rage.I barely recognize myself.“Damn you, Da
DARIANThe corridor is dim, torches burned low to embers. I’m just coming from another late council with Theron, his words still echoing in my head about tightened control, interrogations, and “weakness” festering under my command.At this point, I wish I could just ban Theron from council meetings, but even with my power as the alpha, I can't do that. Theron was the most senior member of the council, and pack tradition demands that I give him audience.Something tells me that Theron would not hold out much longer before he goes against my command, but for now, he's keeping in line, and that's all I can hope for. I don't care much how he feels about it.All I need right now is a good night's sleep.And then I see it.Lucian.Slipping out of a door that should have no business holding his attention.Amaya’s door.For a moment, the world stills. My blood pounds so hard I hear nothing but the rush in my ears. His hand lingers on the handle for a second before he lets go, pulling it quiet
AMAYAThe fire crackles around me, tall and hungry, but it does not burn.The flames dance in spirals, alive, breathing, whispering a language I almost understand. In the middle of the blaze, a woman stands, her figure cloaked in shadow and firelight. Her hair flows like smoke, her eyes molten gold, piercing me as though she can see every secret I’ve ever buried.It’s the same woman from before, the one who haunts my nights, who leaves me shaken every time I wake.“Who are you?” My voice trembles in the dream, swallowed by the roar of the fire.The woman lifts her hand, and the flames bend toward her like servants. Her voice cuts through the inferno, low and commanding, yet strangely tender. “I am your blood. Your bond. Your mother.”The word punches the air from my lungs. I shake my head violently. “That’s not possible. My mother is...” I choke. “She’s gone.”The woman's expression remains unchanged. "Gone from this world, yes. But not gone from you. My blood flows in your veins, and