Akira’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me with a heavy creak—like the sound of a tomb sealing itself.As soon as I stepped inside, a chill bit at my skin. The chamber was bigger than I thought it’d be, with rough stone walls as ancient as the first howl, all encased in an unyielding frost. Torches flickered, casting a pale, sickly blue light that barely pushed back the darkness.Kaïdën moved ahead, his footsteps echoing in the stillness. I trailed closely behind, my heart racing like a frantic drum.“What is this place?” I whispered, my voice breaking like thin ice.He didn’t bother to look back at me. “The heart of the Emerald Pack.”The floor sloped down into a deep pit carved straight into the bedrock. Runes crawled along the walls—old glyphs that shimmered faintly in the torchlight. I recognized enough of the old language to realize they were wards—seals meant to bind something. Or someone.I shivered, pulling my light cloak tighter around my shoulders. My breath fogged in the c
Akira’s POVAs I stood in the war hall, I could feel the weight of their stares, sharp like claws against my skin. Nobles, betas, and Blood Guard captains were all gathered around this ancient stone map that lay beneath their feet, frozen in time like a battlefield.Kaïdën had chosen to forgo the usual ceremonial robes. Instead, he was dressed in his hunting leathers, and a stark white bandage wrapped around his ribs marked a wound that would’ve felled anyone less resilient. Yet there he stood, back straight, shoulders squared. Every breath seemed to cause him pain, but he wore it like armor.In contrast, I felt like a smudge on polished marble. My simple dress still carried the faint scent of herbs from the healer’s chamber, and I held onto the hem tightly to hide my shaking hands.“Three raids in two nights,” Beta Darius growled, pointing aggressively at the southern edge of the map. “Shadow Clan scouts are here, here, and here. They’re targeting the outer villages—taking cattle, wo
Akira’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.The dream from the stone chamber — or whatever it was, maybe a vision or a curse — kept pounding in my mind like a brand. Even with my eyes shut, I couldn’t shake the image of that bowl overflowing with black blood. I saw her — the other me — wearing my mark like a crown.By dawn, I was still pacing my room, the iron key tucked under my pillow. I splashed water on my face three times, trying to wash away the cold sweat, but it just clung to me like smoke.When the knock came, I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was a guard, his voice muffled through the thick oak door.“Lady Akira. The King is awake.”I froze.Alive.That word echoed in my head. Alive. The antidote had worked. The poison that was supposed to leave him hollow had been pushed back — maybe because I mixed it right, or maybe the Goddess had finally taken pity on me.I smoothed my hair, tightened my shawl around my shoulders, and followed the guard down the endless hallways. My bare fe
Akira’s POVBy the time night fell, the ache in my bones had morphed into a deeper throb — a bitter reminder that I was still standing only because I refused to stay down. The courtyard had been deserted for hours, the taunts of the Blood Guard lingering long after their boots faded into the darkness of the halls.I really should have been resting. Yet, the fortress walls felt suffocating tonight. So, I found myself wandering around the northern wing, where the torchlight faded into heavy shadows and the wind whispered through cracks in the stone.That’s when I ran into Lyrien — or maybe he'd been trailing me all along.“You ought to be asleep,” he said softly, his voice the kindest thing I’d heard all day.Resting my forehead against the cold stone of a narrow window slit, I inhaled the pine-scented air. “I couldn’t. Not here.”He stepped closer until I felt his warmth at my back. “You did well today. Ulric hasn’t laughed like that in years.”“Laughed at me,” I replied, wincing as I
Akira’s POVAs dawn broke, the courtyard behind Kaïdën’s fortress buzzed with energy, much like a nest of hornets. Warriors clad in black leather and iron bracers formed loose circles, sharpening their blades and testing spears against the frosty ground. This was the Blood Guard — Kaïdën’s elite fighters. His loyal monsters.And now, it seemed, they were my new family.My breath formed clouds in the frigid morning air as I stepped through the gates. The fur cloak that Lyrein had draped over my shoulders last night offered little protection against the chill that seeped into my bones.I felt their gazes the instant I crossed the threshold — dozens of eyes. Some were curious, some sneering, and quite a few already labeling me a failure.“She’s the breeder, isn’t she?” a man with a scar cutting across his brow muttered to the brute next to him.“The king’s pet? Just a runt among wolves?”They didn’t bother to whisper softly. They wanted me to hear every word.Keeping my chin up, I tucked
Akira’s POVI didn’t manage to sleep long after Lyrien left. The fire had burned down to embers, taking with it the last bit of warmth I had wrapped around me like a shield.Outside my chamber, the palace was wrapped in a restless silence — but I could still feel Kaïdën’s presence pulsing through the stone walls. His authority was a constant, prowling presence that demanded my attention. And now, it was calling for me.When the guards came to get me, I didn’t make a fuss. I draped a simple dark cloak around my shoulders and followed them through the maze of dimly lit halls — my bare feet making no sound on the cold stone floor. I didn’t say a word, and neither did they. In this palace, silence was both a defense and a chain.Kaïdën’s chambers loomed at the end of a long corridor, marked by wide wooden doors carved with old runes that whispered tales of wolves and ancient blood. The guards stepped aside as I reached for the iron handle, the chill biting into my palm.As I stepped insid