It takes two hours to round up all of the traitors on the property. There’s still no word from Hannah or Ryan, though that could be because I get shitty mobile signal in the safe room.Tara’s condition is improved greatly, though the medics continue to monitor her. Nathan, however…Once he’s stabilized, I sit by his bedside, just watching his labored breathing. They’ve got him on oxygen, too, and they’ve put a sterile barrier over his wound. They stitched up some gory slashes on his face. Now, all anyone can do is sit tight until the surgeon from Greater London can arrive.“Your Majesty,” the medic in charge of his care says softly, breaking my attention away from the rise and fall of Nathan’s chest.“Your Majesty,” the thrall says again, “I would be remiss if I didn’t ask again for you to permit a closer surgeon—”“No. I told you, no one from the Toronto pack.” I’m too tired to be regal and furious but I’m tired of being asked the question. “Honestly, you’re all only here because I c

Hannah arrives just in time for my video address to hit the inboxes of every member of the pack. She pulls it up on her laptop, and she, Tara, Clare, and I sit on my big bed, all squished together around the screen.I’m not sure I even want to see it. I felt like a mess when I recorded it, and I didn’t have a speech writer. But when the royal seal fades from the screen and I see myself, with my head held high and my hair messed up, my eye makeup smudged but my face a stone mask of anger, blood spattered across my gown but my spine stiff and straight, I don’t recognize myself. The person on the screen doesn’t look like a terrified and unqualified twenty-two-year-old who just barely survived a political uprising.“This afternoon, I stood before the Toronto werewolf pack and pledged my life for the good of my subjects,” the unrecognizable me on the screen says.“Are you doing an English accent?” Tara whispers, and Clare shushes her.“Some of my subjects took that as an invitation to take

Have I met Amber? Have I met Amber?“I don’t know. Does she have a scar from me cutting her face up with a broken bottle?” I snap. Then, I remember Nathan’s scar, which is still pink and fresh and bumpy as it heals. I know he’s self-conscious about it. I really hope my remark stings him to the core, but I hate that I feel that way.“Your Majesty,” Amber says, keeping her eyes downcast as she hurries to collect a blouse from within the bedding.I ignore her. She isn’t even in the room, as far as I’m concerned. I choose to keep being furious with Nathan. “I have been working my ass off trying to run not just the Toronto pack, but Greater London, with no help or advice from you. Because I thought you were still recovering.”“I am still recovering,” he protests, gesturing to the bed he’s lounging in.The nerve of him. “No, you’re fucking your mistress!”“We weren’t,” Amber quietly interrupts.“What?” I demand. How dare she speak to me, when I haven’t addressed her. How dare she assume I w

Werewolves only change at the full moon. Only with the ceremony.But this one changes in my sitting room.There aren’t any real weapons around me; I grab a fork from the breakfast table. The werewolf’s jaws snap at my face as I dodge backward. He manages to grab me, opens his mouth to roar, and I jam the fork into his mouth, into his soft palate.And then he bites down and my arm comes away.I stagger backward, speechless with disbelief for just a second because it’s disconcerting to see your hand detached from your body. But then the pain hits me and I’m not speechless anymore. Somehow, I manage to scream out, “guards!” Then, I can’t stop screaming it, higher and shriller as I topple the table between us to buy me time. My blood sprays in an arc across the carpet; that’s not something I can buy time for. I’m already dizzy, but I can’t turn my back on him. I have to focus. I have to concentrate.It’s not even a nanosecond, but it feels like a lifetime before the thralls enter. The fir

The throne room doors open and suddenly, all I see are images from the night my family and I had been forced, terrified, into vans and brought before the king.I look over at Nathan. His expression is totally cold, just like it had been that night. For the first time since then, I’m afraid of him.My lungs heave for breath, and I can’t stop swallowing. I’m trembling. I’m going to cry.A hand touches my shoulder, squeezes reassuringly. The contact is so brief that by the time I look up at Xiao, it’s already over. She hasn’t stopped scanning the crowd.How did she know I needed that reassurance? That I wouldn’t object to it? This isn’t the first time she’s been eerily tuned into me.I’m unnerved and comforted all at once.The room is arranged differently than it had been that awful night. There are more seats. Enough for at least a hundred people. They’re in a semicircle but parted by a single aisle; the thralls escort the sometimes-resistant werewolves down the outside and fill them in