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6: Unforgivable Favor
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The Wolf's Game 8: Edge of the Woods
AriaThe forest doesn’t start so much as it swallows.One step past what used to be the hall of mirrors, and the ground changes. The stone turns to moss, and the air thrums against my chest like a breath. The trees rise out of fog, tall and pale, with their trunks smooth as bone. They stretch up forever, vanishing into light that isn’t sunlight at all. Every leaf glows faintly, and the sound of the wind is wrong. It whispers names instead of rustling the leaves.The others fan out behind me. No one speaks. The Herald’s command still echoes in my head: Return with one rabbit and only one.White shapes flicker in the mist ahead. Too quick to follow.Violet presses forward under my skin, scenting the air, trying to catch the scent of rabbits, but it is impossible. Everything smells alive here. It is too strong and too overwhelming to distinguish between them.Kael ends up beside me again. Of course he does.“Lovely morning for a murder,” he says quietly.“Go hunt your own rabbit.”“Tem
The Wolf's Game 7: A Bell
AriaA bell wakes me the way fear does, with no mercy.It starts as a single, low vibration that rattles the floorboards beneath my bed, then grows until it thrums through the walls and into my bones. I bolt upright, heart hammering, breath fogging the air. The castle is never quiet, not really, but this sound feels deliberate. It is a summons. The Game has begun.I dress quickly. The clothes I laid out last night are still damp from the forest’s humidity that somehow seeps into every room: a leather vest, dark trousers, and boots that pinch my left heel. Everything is practical. I don’t need to be pretty. Not here.When I step into the corridor, other doors are opening too. Faces peer out, either bleary-eyed or tense. The vampire looks perfectly put together, of course. Elyra glides past like she’s been awake for hours, her white eyes bright with knowing. I fall in with the flow of footsteps, following the pulse of sound toward the mirrored hall.By the time we reach it, the bell’s
The Wolf's Game 6: Unforgivable Favor
KaelI should let her walk away. That’s the rule. No interference, no favoritism, no attachments. But rules have never suited me, and Aria Vale already looks like one rule I’m going to break.She leaves the mirrored hall without looking back, shoulders tight, jaw set. The others drift off in clusters. The wolves are sniffing out alliances, the humans are whispering about the first trial, but she moves alone.The torches along the corridor flare as she passes, sparks licking higher as if the castle itself wants to light her way. The place likes her. Of course it does. The castle always did have impeccable taste.I follow at a distance, quietly, so I don’t startle her.“Following contestants again, are we?”Nyxara’s voice slides into my mind, sweet as honey and twice as sticky.“Just making sure she finds her room,” I murmur.“How noble. Or is this the part where you trip over your principles and fall in love again?”I roll my eyes. “You wound me. You know I don’t have principles.”
The Wolf's Game 5: Feast of Shadows
AriaThe mirrors breathe. At least, that’s what it feels like, the air pulsing soft and slow against my skin, the glass fogging and clearing as if exhaling. This castle is alive, and I don’t mean with energy. It is actually alive. I don’t know how to explain it, but I can feel it calling to me. I do my best to ignore it, but each shift of my back against the hard wall feels like a forbidden touch. I’ve been sitting on the cold floor of the hall for what feels like hours when the change comes.A low hum threads through the walls. Then, with a sound like distant thunder, a long table rises from the marble floor. One blink it isn’t there, the next it’s carved from black wood and set for twelve. Candles spark to life along its length, their flames silver instead of gold. Steaming platters appear filled with roasted meats, fruit glistening like jewels, and goblets filled to the brim.The smell is enough to make my stomach twist in protest and hunger all at once.Someone laughs nervou
The Wolf's Game 4: Through the Veil
AriaThe forest stills the moment I reach the clearing. I followed the map that appeared on the back of the invitation carefully, but there is nothing here. No archway, no castle, nothing. Just an empty clearing with decayed trees. I stomp my foot on the ground, mumbling a curse under my breath. Suddenly, the air begins to hum around me. Music, too low for human ears, fills the space, echoing in my head. Mist curls between the trees, glowing like silver, and when it parts, I see it. The heart of the veil. An arc of light that ripples like water. It is both beautiful and wrong, and most definitely calling my name. I pause a few feet away, my pulse pounding in my chest. The invitation’s words repeat in my mind: Survive the Game. Win what your heart desires most.I don’t know what that means exactly. I only know the bond still burns faintly beneath my skin, and I can’t live with it anymore. I can’t be reminded of what Riven promised and then stole away. If what is through that
The Wolf's Game 3: The Watcher
KaelAnother batch of desperate souls staggers through the veil, and I can already tell they’re going to die. They always do.They stumble into the courtyard wide-eyed, clutching bags and weapons, like those will make a difference. I lean against one of the obsidian pillars overlooking the grand steps and let out a low whistle. The castle hums under my skin. It is alive, hungry for the souls of the contestants that won’t leave this place.“Here we go again,” I mutter.The air smells of fear and arrogance. Both have become familiar perfumes. Half of them are terrified, and the other half are assholes. This is the part I hate most, the arrival. And the hope they bring with them. Every year they look the same: warriors, lovers, cowards, killers. And every year, I have to pretend that one of them might survive long enough to set me free.They never do.“Are you enjoying the show, little wolf?”Her voice slides into my head like silk soaked in poison. Nyxara. The goddess who built this
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