เข้าสู่ระบบVIOLET'S POV"STOP!"The scream ripped through the grand dining hall like a blade.Everything froze.The music died mid-note.Servants stopped moving.Even the air seemed to lock inside my lungs.I stared at the woman racing toward us, my heart suddenly pounding so hard it hurt. For a moment, my mind refused to believe what my eyes were seeing.Mother.Five years.Five years since I had last seen her.Five years since I had walked away from everything connected to her.And now she was here inside Wolves-Heaven.Nausea rolled through me.Before I could move, the guards surged forward."Stop her!"I shot to my feet. "Let her through!"Every guard immediately halted.Seraphina stumbled past them. But instead of running to me… Instead of embracing me after all these years...She lunged straight toward Marrek.Smack!The cookie flew from his tiny hand.Gasps erupted across the hall.Marrek startled, his wide eyes filling with confusion.Then Seraphina slammed both palms into the servant's
LADY SARAPHINA'S POVNo.No!The word slammed through my mind like a curse.I jerked upright in bed, a sharp breath tearing from my lungs.The room felt unnaturally still, the cold pressing against my skin like a warning.I hadn't truly slept.Every time I closed my eyes, the same images returned to torment me.Zoey's face.The shattered poison vial.Helena's smile.I pressed trembling fingers against my temples.I was trapped.If I refused Helena, everything would come out.The gold.The bribes.The years I had looked away while Violet suffered.The entire kingdom would finally see the truth I'd spent years burying.A sick knot tightened in my stomach.But if I obeyed Helena… I squeezed my eyes shut. Then I would become something even worse.A murderer.A child killer.The thought made bile rise in my throat.I threw back the blankets and crossed the room, stopping at the window. Golden morning light spilled across the palace grounds below. Servants rushed across the courtyards carryi
MERRIN'S POV"Impossible."The word left my mouth again and again.By now, I'd lost count.Across my chamber, Nolan stood in silence, his expression unreadable. Hours had passed since he'd delivered the news.“Silvan might not be dead.”The thought refused to leave.It burrowed deeper into my mind with every passing hour.I slammed both hands against my desk. The impact echoed through the room."He died. I watched you carry his body. I saw him take his last breath.”Nolan didn't move.For a long moment, only the crackling fireplace answered.Then Nolan finally spoke."You saw what you believed was his last breath."A cold sensation slid down my spine.For the first time, I allowed myself to consider it.What if Silvan was alive?What if he returned?What if one day those palace gates opened…and he walked inside?The image came too easily.Violet running toward him.Marrek throwing himself into his arms.The boy's face lighting up with the happiness I'd spent weeks trying—and failing—t
MERRIN'S POV"Mama..."The broken sound of Marrek's voice stopped me cold.His small chest rose and fell unevenly as tears streamed down his face. Every breath seemed to hurt him."You held Father's bracelet and cried," he whispered. "You said you missed him."Silence swallowed the room.I couldn't move. Neither could Violet.Marrek looked directly at her, and the question in his eyes was far more devastating than the tears."Why are you standing with the man who killed him?"Violet crossed the room so quickly the chair beside the bed nearly toppled."No." Her voice cracked. "No, sweetheart. That's not—""Did you stop loving Father already?"The question shattered whatever composure she had left."Never." She dropped to her knees beside the bed and took his trembling hands in hers. "Never, Marrek.""You said he loved us.""He did.""You said we'd never forget him.""We won't."His face turned toward me."Then why were you smiling at him?"Violet flinched. "I wasn't smiling."His voice
VIOLET'S POV"Will you hurt Mama too?"The small voice drifted across the garden."Or... will you make me disappear like Father?"The words hit me like a blade to the chest. For a heartbeat, the world stopped, the breeze, the fountain, my breath. Everything.Then I saw them.Marrek stood beside the fountain, clutching his stuffed wolf so tightly that his knuckles had gone white.Merrin stood a few feet away, utterly still.Neither of them had noticed me.Marrek's eyes were glassy with unshed tears. Waiting for an answer no child should ever have to ask.A violent protective instinct tore through me."MARREK!"Both of them turned.I crossed the distance in seconds and pulled my son into my arms.His little body trembled against mine."Mama!"I held him tighter. Then I looked up, straight at Merrin."What did you say to him?" My voice shook with fury. "What stories have you been filling his head with?"A shadow crossed Merrin's face—concern, pain, and something unreadable—as he reached
LADY SARAPHINA'S POV"Zoey!"The moment I spotted her crossing the corridor, panic surged through me.Before I could lose my nerve, I rushed forward and grabbed her arm. She spun around, surprise flashing across her face, but I didn't give her a chance to react. I pulled her into my arms, holding on to her as if she might disappear again.For one foolish, desperate second, I let myself believe she would hug me back. Instead, she shoved me away with all her strength. The force of it nearly sent me stumbling backward, and the hope I had clung to shattered in an instant."Don't touch me."The words hurt far more than the push.My smile wavered."Zoella—""No."Her voice sliced through me.Cold.Colder than I had ever heard it."You don't get to do that."My throat tightened."What are you talking about?"Her laugh was bitter."What am I talking about?" Pain flickered behind her eyes before turning into anger. "Violet came back with your grandchild, and you haven't even gone to see them."
MERRIN’S POVMorning doesn’t belong to kings.It belongs to the broken.I know that now.The yard smells like wet dirt and ash when I step through the gate… old smoke, rusted iron, something sour that never leaves this place no matter how many times the stones are scrubbed.Boots scuff. Armor shift
ZOELLA’S POVThe gold is still warm.I feel it through the cloth; heavy, dense, pressed tight against my ribs as Sophie winds the wrap around my waist.The metal weighs more than it should.As if it knows what it costs to take it.“Careful,” she whispers, fingers trembling as she knots the fabric.
QUEEN HELENA’S POVI haven’t left my room in three days.No mirrors.No maids.No light… except what slips through the heavy curtains in thin, dusty lines.The wound burns when I breathe too deeply.I sit on the edge of my bed, shirt hanging loose, fabric dark where blood soaked through and dried a
VIOLET’S POV“Then I’ll make sure you disappear,” Queen Helena said, her voice thick with rage.Her hand shot out to strike me.This time, I didn’t allow it. One angry glare, drawn from the depths of my heart, and then… something clicked.Her hand never reached me. Not fully. It jerked midair, as i







