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TWENTY-SEVEN DAYS

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-08 00:04:49

I was getting better.

It was slow and not always steady. I was getting better.

I could sit up by myself mornings.

I could walk to the garden with Sabriel some afternoons.

We both pretended that the walk was not hard for us. It was.

My hands did not shake much as they used to.

I did not faint every time I stood up.

Some mornings I woke up before the sun. Forgot that my life was going to end soon.

I forgot for a few seconds but it was nice.

The healers did not look at me with pity anymo
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  • The lycan king’s regret     THE GRAND ASSEMBLY

    (POV: Kaelor) I stood at the front of the throne room on the raised dais while the grand assembly of pack members, elders, and guards filled the hall from wall to wall, and I cleared my throat before beginning the formal awards ceremony to honor the brave men and women who saved our capital during the Crimson Moon crisis, and Zareth stood right beside the throne wearing her traditional council robes, and she caught my eye and gave me a supportive nod that reminded me to keep my speech steady, and I looked out over the sea of faces waiting quietly for the proceedings to begin, and I knew that today was about recognizing the incredible sacrifices everyone made to keep Crescent Veil safe from destruction, and I called Alexander forward first to receive his medal for leading the palace guard through the amphitheater siege. "Step forward, Commander Alexander, and accept this token of gratitude on behalf of the entire pack council," I announced in a strong voice that echoed off the stone

  • The lycan king’s regret     THE PROMOTION PREPARATION

    (POV: James) I stood inside my quarters on the morning of the promotion ceremony, struggling to button up my formal tunic while trying to make sure every single piece of ceremonial armor was polished until it shone like glass, and I grabbed a cloth from the table and wiped down my chest plate for the third time because I wanted everything to look perfect for the king's inspection during the afternoon parade, and the knock at my door sounded just as I was wrestling with my belt buckle, and Sabriel pushed the door open without waiting for an answer, and she walked into the room with her arms crossed over her chest while looking me up and down with a critical eye, and she asked me if I needed her help dressing myself like a helpless toddler or if I was actually capable of getting my uniform on straight for once in my life. "I am perfectly capable of dressing myself, Sabriel, but my belt buckle is being unusually stubborn this morning," I explained, letting out an annoyed breath as I ga

  • The lycan king’s regret     THE BALCONY

    (POV: Sabriel) I sat on the stone balcony attached to my quarters under the evening stars, cleaning my daggers with a small oil cloth while enjoying the cool night breeze against my face, and I wiped the steel blade carefully to remove any dust from the day's training drills, and the courtyard below was completely quiet now that the night watch had taken over their posts, and the distant twinkling of the city lights across the valley made the capital look peaceful and untouched by all the violence we had survived just weeks ago, and I heard the door to my room click open behind me, and footsteps padded softly across the floorboards before James stepped out onto the balcony carrying two glasses of spiced wine in his hands, and he walked straight over to where I was sitting and handed one of the glasses down to me, and he asked if I was going to spend my entire evening cleaning weapons or if I could spare a few minutes to talk to him. "I am just finishing up the last dagger, and then

  • The lycan king’s regret     THE PRIVATE DINNER

    (POV: Alexander) I sat across from Mae in the private palace dining hall while the servants brought out plates of roasted meat and fresh bread for our evening meal, and we were celebrating the return of peace to the kingdom after weeks of chaos and cult attacks, and I poured us both a cup of wine and handed one to Mae across the table, and she thanked me with a bright smile before taking a sip and telling me how amazing it felt to sit down for a proper dinner without worrying about someone bursting through the doors to report a new security breach, and I laughed and agreed completely because eating a hot meal in peace felt like a luxury we had not experienced in months, and I asked her if she had time to look over the blueprints for renovating the underground library today, and Mae nodded and pulled a rolled-up parchment from her bag and set it flat on the surface between us. "I looked over the blueprints this afternoon, and the restoration crew can start clearing out the damaged sh

  • The lycan king’s regret     THE RIVER PRACTICE

    (POV: Zareth) I sat cross-legged on the soft grass by the riverbank later that afternoon to practice my oracle meditation, and I closed my eyes and focused on breathing slowly while trying to channel my silver magic inward without exhausting my physical body or triggering any sudden, overwhelming visions of the future, and Kaelor sat just a few feet away from me on a flat stone, and he had a small pocket knife out and was carving a piece of wood he picked up from the ground, and every few seconds he looked up from his carving to check on me with his protective alpha focus, and I tried to keep my mind completely blank while the warm sunlight beat down on my shoulders, and after a few minutes of quiet concentration, I let out a long breath and opened my eyes to see Kaelor staring right at me with a questioning look on his face, and he asked me if the meditation was helping or if my head was still spinning from last night's stress. "The meditation is actually helping a lot, because foc

  • The lycan king’s regret     THE RIVERBANK

    (POV: Kaelor)I rode out with Zareth across the rolling green hills outside the capital gates, enjoying a rare afternoon of quiet solitude away from royal duties and endless council meetings, and we kept our horses at a gentle trot while the wind brushed past our faces, and Zareth looked over at me with a bright smile and asked how long it had been since we last left the palace walls without a guard detail following fifty paces behind us, and I laughed and told her it felt like it had been years even though it was only a few weeks since the amphitheater raid, and she urged her horse forward into a faster canter and challenged me to a race down to the bend in the river, and I spurred my mount to keep up with her while calling out that she was going to lose, and we raced across the open grass until we reached the tree line near the water where we pulled our reins back and dismounted our horses to let them drink from the stream."You let me win that race, and do not pretend you were tryi

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