LOGINVERONIKKA"What are you doing here?" I hiss, gripping the edge of the door so tightly my knuckles ache. "How did you even get in? It's midnight, Luis. The guards—""The guards are changing shifts, just like you told my new boyfriend at the mall," she says, smiling as she slips past me into my room before I can stop her. "Oh, and I grew up in this house, remember? There are passages behind these walls that even Alpha Kieran has forgotten about."I close the door quickly and quietly, then turn to face her. She's wearing a dark cloak over her nightgown, and her brown curls are tied back with a ribbon. She looks like she's come to a slumber party, not to ruin my life."Get out of my room," I say. "Right now, before I scream for the guards myself.""Go ahead and scream." She sits on the edge of my bed and crosses her legs, completely at ease. "And when they come running, I'll tell them exactly why I'm here. I'll tell them what I saw behind the gown racks today. I'm sure your mother would l
VERONIKKA"Mother," Nicholas says, putting on his most charming smile. "We were just taking a tour.""A tour," Mother repeats. Her eyes move from Nicholas to me, then to Florence, and finally settle on Luis, who is still holding my brother's arm. "Of the war room door?""It's my fault, Lady Lyra," Luis says sweetly, dipping into a perfect little curtsy. "I'm Luis, Beta Graham's daughter. I offered to show them around, and I'm afraid I got a bit carried away. I was only trying to make them feel welcome.""How thoughtful of you." Mother smiles at her, but her eyes stay cold. "And I'm sure your father would be delighted to know you've been bringing guests to listen at his door."Luis's smile slips for the first time all day. "I... no, my lady. He wouldn't.""Then I suggest you go home before he finds out, sweetheart."Luis hesitates, then lets go of Nicholas's arm and gives him a little wave. "I'll see you tomorrow?""Tomorrow," he says.She glances at me as she passes, and that glance s
VERONIKKA"This," Luis announces, sweeping her free arm toward the enormous doors in front of us, "is the great hall. Every feast, every ceremony and every announcement that matters in Nightfang happens right in here."Nicholas whistles as we step inside. "It's bigger than our whole house back home.""Everything here is bigger than your house back home, darling," Luis says, squeezing his arm and laughing as if he's the funniest man alive.I roll my eyes behind their backs. Florence walks beside me, her parcel still tucked under her arm, staring up at the long banners hanging from the ceiling. They're deep blue and silver, and some of them are torn at the edges and stained with something dark."Why are some of the banners ripped?" Florence asks."Those were carried into battle," Luis says, glancing back at her. "My father says every tear is a war Nightfang survived. Those stains you're looking at aren't paint, by the way."Florence nods slowly and keeps looking. I don't know why she ca
VERONIKKAI let out a laugh, a light one, the kind I've practised in front of mirrors since I was twelve years old."Keep quiet about what, exactly?" I ask. "I honestly have no idea what you think you saw, Luis, but whatever it was, nothing happened."Luis keeps smiling at me, as if she has all the time in the world. "Nothing happened? Really? Because from where I was standing, it looked like a whole lot of something.""Then you were standing in the wrong place." I fold my arms and lean against the counter. "My brother and I are close. We've always been touchy with each other. That's just how we are.""Touchy," she repeats, rolling the word around her mouth like a sweet she's trying to decide whether she likes."Yes, touchy. Is that a crime here in Nightfang? Because where we come from, siblings are allowed to hug each other.""Oh, I didn't see a hug," Luis says softly. "I saw him pressing you against the wall behind the old gowns, with his face buried in your neck and your hands on h
VERONIKKA"Nicholas, stop!!"He doesn't stop. His lips are on my neck, his hands on my waist, pressing me back against the wall behind the gown racks."Nicholas. I said stop.""Just one more minute," he murmurs against my skin."We're in a mall!" I push at his chest. "Do you hear me? A mall full of people.""Nobody comes back here." He lifts his head and grins at me. "Look around. It's just old dresses and dust."I look around. He's right, sort of. This hidden section is tucked behind the main racks, half-dark, filled with last season's gowns on crooked hangers. But I can still hear voices out on the shop floor. "What if there are cameras?" I whisper."There are no cameras.""How do you know?""Because I checked when we walked in." He kisses my jaw. "I'm not stupid, Nikka.""You're acting stupid." I grab his face with both hands and hold it away from me. "We just got here, Nicholas. We've been in Nightfang for how many days? Not even two weeks! And you want to ruin everything in a sh
VERONIKKANicholas barges into the room to ask what the problem is, and I feel the tears prick at my eyes again. Without thinking, I cross the room and fall into his arms, hugging him tightly."It's Florence," I mumble against his chest. "She said Aaronne is prettier than me. She said it right to my face."Nicholas stiffens. He pulls back, looking at Florence with a glare. "Is that true? Did you say that?"Florence doesn't even look up from her book. She just shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips. "I only spoke the truth. Aaronne is prettier. It's not an insult. It's just a fact."I feel my face burn. "See? She's horrible!"Nicholas sighs, shaking his head. "Florence, that wasn't kind.""Kindness isn't the same as honesty," Florence replies, flipping a page. She reaches for her glasses on the nightstand and puts them on, settling back against her pillows. "You two can argue about it all you want. I have reading to do."I stare at her, my mouth hanging open. She's so calm. So unbot
Aaronne’s POVThree weeks pass and I am sitting at my dressing table, dressed in a silk robe as some of my maids fuss over me.Today is the beginning of the coming of age ceremony. I will be doused in precious oil, chalk, native glitter and perfumes daily till the day my father officially hands me o
Aaronne's POVA thousand needles prick at my skin–suddenly, I feel sick in my stomach and my finger tips are chilling cold. But Ronan isn’t finished yet. He raises a hand again, and the room slowly quiets, eager for more.“This is not a new dream!” he proclaims, his voice rings passionately. “It is
AARONNE No!! This is a joke!! The moon goddess cannot play with me like that. I think this is not true and Anya is just out of breath because she wants to be dramatic. I try to lift my hands but rather, wings flap and the droplets of water splash on my face. I bend my head in shame. It is true.
AARONNE[Mate. Mate]There's a voice that calls me every evening when the sun is down. It is shrill, scary and in distress. It has a certain pull. A certain pull that keeps leading me to the borders of my pack.I think it wants me to go there.This has been going on for over a week. I do not tell a







